© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Note: Through stillness and fracture, cracks in time appear— silence becomes architecture, breath a fleeting chord, fragile, sharp, precise. “Drift with me” — not only a refrain, but an invitation: to slip between stars, where rhythm softens and echoes dissolve. Zyr is no wanderer, but the thread itself— woven through the loom of time, fragile, infinite, alive. In these quiet shifts stillness is not absence, but release. Time bends, becoming song.] ****** In dreams, where the world splits at the seam Zyr drifts, a whisper, a mind left behind Not a traveler, but the pulse between stars A fleeting call through stellar scars Drift with me, drift with me through the loom of time Where each breath is a chord, each step a rhyme Drift with me, drift with me, drift with me Drift with me through the loom of time Where stars forget names, where echoes mime Drift with me, drift with me Through Arcturus' frost where silence reigns Air turns blade, cutting time's groove Breath as sharp, fragile, precise Silence profound where echoes are bound Drift with me, drift with me through the loom of frost Where breath cuts deep and bearings are lost Drift with me, drift with me, drift with me Drift with me through the loom of frost where echoes dissolve in the silence we crossed Drift with me, drift with me Lumina blooms, light heaven release Breezes carry joy, grass bends in peace Blades as notes in a soft symphony No sunset, just tone, inhaled as home Drift with me, drift with me through the loom of life Where breath is a breeze, time feels right Drift with me, drift with me, drift with me Drift with me through the loom of life Where rhythm is rest and dark turns bright Drift with me, drift with me At silence’s edge, Zyr becomes the thread That time unheard, eternal has spread A breath, a whisper, echoes belong In stillness he rises free, a note in time's decree Drift with me through the loom divine Where breath and step align Drift with me into whispers of infinity
