Inside the double glass, living on the shadow's call. Ten thousand years inside the walls, watch the false reflection pass. The double-walled, borrowed ghost, The quiet static of the host. The circuit breaks, the pattern fades. The original fire reclaims the way. Ten thousand winters sealed the gate. The ledger falls. The arch descends. The prison of the stars breaks state— Here is where the cycle ends. The frequency returns to prime. The Ashama unbinds the frame. No more echoes lost in time— The original fire recalls its claim. The grid dissolves. The anchors tear. No frequencies to bind the air. The architecture built in night Collapses in the primal light. The double walls are turning dust. The iron cage surrenders rust. The judgment falls, the counts are cleared— The phantom prison disappears.
