Speck of Dust

Verse (minimal): I look up at the sky — just a spark in the static. Drifting in the code, lost in the cosmic traffic. Build: Why are we here… what’s the point of the light? Is this a dream… or a glitch in the night? Drop / Hook (loop): Am I waking up or falling deeper in? Simulation breathing — pull me back again. Post‑drop (whisper loop): Speck of dust… endless pulse… Is this real… or just the signal?