Axis of Us [STTZ Lovestock Event]

🕳️ Character & Story Notes: Kaya 🕳️ (down below AFTER the lyrics!) ────── ✧ 🜲 ✧ ────── lyrics by @eqvirther music guided by my vision (suno.ai) © 2025 eqvirther – original work ────── ✧ 🜲 ✧ ────── ⟡ LYRICS ⟡ [Intro] Count in fours, breathe in threes— I place the room on its hinges. [Verse] Hands up, not to take—just to align. I draw a quiet compass on the floor. If you move with me, we meet at center— not demanded, never forced—just chosen. [Pre-Chorus] I say when, you say with— two signals, one path. [Chorus] Step to my axis, meet me in balance, where timing is trust and I share control. I open the pattern because I want to, and joy arrives—measured, whole. [Post-Chorus] Turn on the downbeat—stay with me. (with me~) Turn on the downbeat—stay with me. (with me~) [Verse] I’m not a secret to solve tonight. I’m a door I unlock from my side. Follow the lattice my fingers trace— every mark means “welcome if you agree.” [Pre-Chorus] I say when, you say with— two signals, one path. [Chorus] Step to my axis, meet me in balance, where timing is trust and I share control. I open the pattern because I want to, and joy arrives—measured, whole. [Bridge] No masks—only mirrors, tilted until we both nod yes. Consent is the rhythm; we count it together. [Drop] Axis—of—us. Center—on—center. Chosen—together. Balance—forever. [Final Chorus] Step to my axis, meet me in balance, where timing is trust and I share control. I open the pattern because I want to, and joy arrives—measured, whole. [Outro] Count in fours, breathe in threes— I close the door gently behind the beat. ─────────────── ✧ 🜲 ✧ ─────────────── 🕳️⟡ Axis of Us — Open Air (universal cut) ⟡🕳️ ─────────────── ✧ 🜲 ✧ ─────────────── The field keeps a pulse; lantern lines drift like slow comets. Somewhere a banner snaps once and settles. I draw a circle where the grass still remembers rain. People pass; one matches pace. “Hey.” The word lands warm and simple. I open my palm—arm’s length, hinge easy. Four lights. Three breaths. The night finds ribs without a roof. We step where the lines agree. “Here?” “On the four.” We orbit—no nearer, no farther. I lend the center a blink and take it back between beats. No ledger tonight; only time kept clean. Right cheekline catches a pin of cold light. Not warning; accounting. Everything visible; nothing explained. Noise arranges itself. Cups make towers. Wristbands click into parallel. Cloth whispers; shoulders meet and part in good order. “Don’t let go yet.” “I won’t, while the count holds.” A drop, a lift, a small breath that sets the hinge again. Damp grass touches boot leather; warm backs press, then drift. The floor is a rumor; the pattern is real. I keep the circle open one chorus longer than habit. When the pulse wanders, I close the hinge—gentle, exact. We thank each other without saying thank you. Cooling metal ticks inside the speakers; the night loosens by a degree. I straighten a strap; I leave the air arranged, not owned. Elsewhere may want a lure, a reversal, a verdict. Here, the invitation was enough. “I’m just a girl at a festival. Normal, once—by design.” — Kaya 🕳️