[Instrumental Intro] (Low drone, distant wind, slow harp harmonics) Verse 1 Autumn drifts across the land, where water learns the sky, The ground is breathing quietly, no reason asking why. Mist moves low through hidden pools, the earth forgets its name, And every step dissolves in peat, returning just the same. [Instrumental Interlude] (Low whistle echoes, sparse strings) Verse 2 No road remains, no boundary holds, no edge where time begins, The heather bends beneath the fog like listening, not giving in. The moor remembers longer dreams than any voice can keep, It gathers years in layers deep where even echoes sleep. [Whispered Sequence] (spoken, breathy, close-mic) Slow now… Do not follow the ground. Do not follow the sky. Stand where the mist cannot decide what you are. Breathe… The land is listening. [Extended Instrumental] (Fiddle enters softly, wordless vocal “ah”) Chorus This is the breath of the flow, where nothing needs to be known. Stone forgets, water waits, and the heart walks alone. This is the breath of the flow, older than leaving or stay, A place where the world grows thin and the long year drifts away. Verse 3 Autumn lays its silver veil across the open ground, Every footstep fades itself before it makes a sound. What was lost is not reclaimed, what waits is not afraid, For the moor does not take from us, it only lets us fade. [Instrumental Build] (Choir hums, wind rises gently) Final Chorus This is the breath of the flow, slow as the turning earth, Where endings learn to loosen grip and silence finds its worth. This is the breath of the flow, when all else falls from view, The land holds on to nothing— and still, it carries you. Outro (Drone, fading wind, distant water)
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