There Is Still a Way [Verse 1: Quiet fascination, gathering purpose] I knew the hand that made the boundary, knew the forces held in place. Though three thousand years had passed me, I could still discern their trace. I had neither strength to break it nor the means to turn it back, but I knew the art that shaped it. I could find the strength I lacked. I followed where the Veil grew thinner, where the waking touched the dream, traced the tensions through its fabric, studied every fault and seam. What was fastened could be loosened. What was severed could be joined. I had questions still unanswered, but I knew where they were pointing. [Pre-Chorus: Rising anticipation] Not by force and not by fury, not by reaching past my hand. First determine where to touch it. Then the rest may go as planned. [Chorus: Expansive, melodic, hopeful] There is still a way to fix this, still a path I have not tried. I can bring the Veil down, join what it has forced aside. Let the Fade return to waking, let the ancient silence end. What my hands once tore asunder, I will find a way to mend. There is still a way. There is still a way. [Verse 2: Quickening, purposeful] I began with scattered whispers, with the few who might remain, with the fragments of old knowledge I could gather once again. Not an army, not a kingdom, not a banner raised in war, only those who'd hear my purpose, only paths worth searching for. I remembered how to organize, how a message finds its way, how a secret becomes action, how a handful grows each day. There was pleasure in the planning, in the pieces fitting right. I had almost nothing left me, but the work had come to life. [Pre-Chorus: Gathering confidence] One old name, one willing answer, one more thread drawn into place. What is scattered may be gathered. What is hidden may be traced. [Chorus: Bright, determined] There is still a way to fix this, still a path I have not tried. I can bring the Veil down, join what it has forced aside. Let the Fade return to waking, let the ancient silence end. What my hands once tore asunder, I will find a way to mend. There is still a way. There is still a way. [Instrumental: Warm, animated] [Verse 3: Affectionate, familiar] Fella-sahn had learned their kingdoms, learned their quarrels, learned their names, found his footing in their struggles, found new rules for older games. He had walked among their people, seen the lives they made their own, while I learned the world through dreaming, still a stranger to its roads. We met within the Fade once more, where distance fell away. And hearing him laugh at my expense felt like a former day. He had questions for my purpose, had objections to my pace. I had missed the way he challenged me, the friendship time could not erase. [Bridge: Intimate, opening into renewed purpose] He remembered those who'd followed, those we'd freed and those we'd lost. He remembered what we'd fought for, and the weight of what it cost. I spoke of what the Veil had severed, of the world it held apart, of the lives that might be possible if I could undo what I had wrought. He had knowledge I was missing, names and movements I could use. I had work that needed doing, and a friend whose trust I knew. When I asked him for his service, he was there as once before. And for a moment I remembered what it meant to be Fen'hah-rel. [Instrumental: Rhythmic, purposeful] [Verse 4: Focused, building momentum] There were mirrors still unbroken, ancient roads behind their glass, ways to move unseen through kingdoms, ways to reach beyond the past. Some lay silent, some lay guarded, some were lost beyond my sight. But I knew what they could offer, and I meant to set them right. One more agent, one more message, one more opening to find. Every task could serve another, every thread could be aligned. There was no need yet for banners, no great triumph to proclaim. I could work beneath their notice, set the pieces in the game. [Final Chorus: Exhilarated, resolute] There is still a way to fix this, still a path I have not tried. I can bring the Veil down, join what it has forced aside. Let the Fade return to waking, let the ancient silence end. What my hands once tore asunder, I will find a way to mend. There is still a way before me. I can see the path ahead. Every move must be considered, every consequence be weighed. [Outro: Quiet satisfaction, forward motion] The old roads waited in the mirrors. There were names I had to find. And somewhere in the Fade, a friend who knew the workings of my mind. The work was only beginning. I had little strength to spare. But the pieces lay before me. And I knew how to prepare.
