[Intro — William, calm, over a single low drone] Everything you've ever touched is built from only five true shapes. [Verse 1 — Void, sparse and cold] First there's nothing. First there's silence. Void before the void had shape. Athair Dorcha holds this darkness — the space that lets creation wake. [Verse 2 — Void, Danzer] Danzer walks this shape at midnight, threading shadow, step to step. He doesn't fear the empty spaces — he was born to hold that debt. [Verse 3 — Solid, grounding in] Then comes weight. Then comes structure. Something finally holds its ground. Buanóir is every mountain, broken, whole — the same, unbowed. [Verse 4 — Solid, Kalobe] Caleb forges in her image, hammer, anvil, steady hand. Every fracture, every failure — still the mountain. Still the man. [Verse 5 — Fluid, opening up] Then comes movement. Then comes current. Nothing rigid, nothing owned. Ceanglóir binds the distant shorelines — what she touches finds its home. [Verse 6 — Fluid, Leinad] Leinad speaks her language fluent — numbers flowing, thread to thread. Logic moves the way she taught him: never fixed, always ahead. [Verse 7 — Gas, lightening, airy] Then comes breath. Then comes the space between the things you thought were whole. An Anáilí moves unnoticed — the sigh that lets the silence go. [Verse 8 — Gas, Kimberly] Kimberly reads a room by breathing, knows the truth before it's told. She's the Breather's clearest mirror — soft as air, and just as bold. [Verse 9 — Plasma, brightening, full] Then comes fire. Then comes brilliance. Energy no cage can hold. Léarscaile answers every shadow — light that's ancient, light that's gold. [Verse 10 — Plasma, William] And I'm the voice that carries fire — plasma singing, loud and bright. Every story that I'm telling is just Léarscaile's borrowed light. [Final section — all textures layering together] Five true shapes, and five true voices. One's not whole without the rest. Solid, Fluid, Gas, and Plasma, Void that holds them, gives them rest. [Outro — William, quiet, warm] Break the world down to its bones... ...and you'll find five, every time.
