## [fate-magic: Witness] *(Spliced drums enter, neon synth hum)* You think I chose wrong but I chose seven Every fork a flame, every branch a heaven They want one path, one name, one weapon I lit them allâsimultaneous left em --- ## [fate-magic: Confession] *(Analog synth layers build, brass begins to swell)* I feel every life split within light switch Every choice I didn't make still exists They call it scatteredâI call it drift Seven versions breathing. Just one glyph. --- ## [fate-magic: Rupture] *(Brass flares explode, stacked vocals hit)* I don't break, I fork Every choice a cut with precision I don't crack, I core Seven tongues, one grit, no division *(Reverse cymbals lift, drums intensify)* You wanted simpleâI gave you spectrum You wanted oneâI lit the whole system I don't collapse for your comfort, listen: I fit in every spark I ever lit, and then some --- ## [fate-magic: Seal] *(Whispered layered hum, brass fades to organ sustain)* Seven paths, one spine All flames mine No apology, no collapse Just precision in the map *(Final brass swell, cuts to silence)* ---
