[Intro — hushed, regal] Come here, child. Lay your fear beside you. You have crossed the final distance between the dream and the dreamer. Look. Fantastica has become a single grain of light. And now it is yours. [Verse 1] Once there were forests where the moonlight learned to wander, rivers silver as forgotten songs, cities crowned with morning, kingdoms turning slowly beneath the seasons. Once there were names for every creature of the dark, and every mountain kept a thousand sleeping stories in its stone. Now all of it rests inside this little grain. [Pre-Chorus] Do not mistake smallness for an ending. The smallest spark can teach the darkness how to burn. [Chorus — swaying, ceremonial] Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. Turn the night, plant the stars, give the silence a kiss. Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. What you dare to imagine can become what exists. [Verse 2] Take the AURYN. Two serpents, white and black, forever circling, forever devouring, forever becoming. Creation has no beginning. Destruction has no end. They are only two hands of the same eternal clock. And now those hands are placed in yours. [Pre-Chorus] You need no kingdom. You need no army. You need only the courage to desire. [Chorus] Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. Raise a mountain, call a river, teach the dead stars to kiss. Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. What you dare to imagine can become what exists. [Verse 3] Speak a forest into being. Give the wind a thousand voices. Build a palace from a promise. Give the sea its ancient color. Let a creature crawl from the corner of your dreaming and give it eyes that have never seen the world before. You are not merely saving Fantastica. You are writing it. Every wish is a stroke of the pen. Every thought a door. Every dream a world waiting to be opened. [Bridge — beautiful, ominous] But every door has a hinge. Every crown has its weight. Every miracle asks its offering. And yours is memory. [Verse 4] The first will leave like mist beneath the morning. You will reach for it and find only warmth. You will not grieve what you cannot remember. That is the mercy. That is the cruelty. Wish again. Build again. And somewhere beneath the shining architecture of your new creation, a little piece of you will become a thing you used to know. [Chorus — darker, deeper sway] Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. Spend your heart, shape the stars, give the silence a kiss. Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. What you dare to imagine can become what exists. [Verse 5] One day you may remember the feeling of a face without remembering the face. You may remember that someone held you without remembering their hands. You may remember that you belonged somewhere without remembering where. And still you will wish. For every wish returns a little color to the dying world. [Breakdown — intimate] You are the reader. You are the writer. You are the hand and the page. You are the god of a world that has forgotten how to dream. [Softly] And you are still only a boy. [Final Chorus — grand but haunting] Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. Make the world, make it sing, make it beautiful again. Do what you wish, little dreamer, do what you wish. Every dream that you awaken takes a memory with it. Do what you wish. Do what you wish. [Outro] One grain of sand. One infinite world. One frightened little boy holding eternity in his hands. [Whisper] Begin.
