Sparks in the void… Silence breaks… Every fracture learns to shake… A ripple splits the sleeping black Fractured light, it won’t turn back Clashing atoms, teeth collide A thousand suns, a single eye The furnace swells, the fabric tears Spinning chaos becomes aware From nothing’s breath, the storm begins Creation screams beneath its skin Severed silence, bleeding sound Fractals spiral underground From the marrow, from the clay Order crawls from disarray Ash to womb, and womb to fire Chaos crowned in newborn spires Tear the veil, ignite the pyre Every end births the empire Molten rivers carve the stone Shattered voices find a home Sacred tremors, broken laws Breeding gods with sharpened jaws Entropy, the midwife’s hand Holds the void and cracks the sand The screaming clay learns how to breathe Cradle forged by teeth on teeth Fold… Unfold… Womb of ash, the fire holds Tear… Repair… Nothing speaks but everywhere Shatter the silence Grind down the stone Chaos is mother Creation her throne The fracture sings The silence mourns The ash becomes The womb reborn Ash to womb, and womb to fire Chaos crowned in newborn spires Tear the veil, ignite the pyre Every end births the empire Sparks in the void… Silence breaks… From the ash, the womb awakes…
