Dead ships fade inside our wake, No stars return to calm our hearts, Only prisms of twisting light, Light that tears our minds apart. Our ship fractures across the view, Fractal sight blooms neon veins, Ghosts approaching with our mark, Voices echoing from the dark. Every flicker bends a vector, Every pulse unthreads our thoughts, Every path, we drift in deeper, Every moment, memory rots. This is no natural storm, invading dreams, We sail through haze of broken memories, Shadowed echoes of our past lives, Blooming spirals in mirrored reveries. We cut the thrust, search the shine, Something buried, a pulse survives. In the path that splits and twists Hides a whisper we can’t resist… Mirror fire alone in silence, Shifting fields of broken sky, Every color hides another, Every prism refracts a lie. We move slow within the shimmer, We try to hold in fractured lines, But there are whispers in the neon, Breathing deep inside our minds. Void-points fold and shut behind us, Brightest paths blink to black, Sight gives way to split reflections, If we stay, our minds collapse. Scanners ring like a siren's song… We filter the voices that don't belong… "Node… unauthorized…" "Relay network… fractured…" "Data packet… damaged…" "Source unknown… route error…" Lucid breaths in aberrant storms— We see ourselves in abject forms, Broken rhythms, fractal lights, Illuminate routes, guiding sprites... Mirror fire won’t consume us, Shifting fields won’t cloud our eyes, Through the splits in neon haze, We find our course beneath the lies. We keep moving through this fracture, We shield our minds from the shine, As we sail within the shimmer… We push beyond the crystalline. Through the static, through the splinters, Through the prisms’ last disguise, We keep to the buried rhythm, We follow a signal that survives. The prism-cloud thins in shattered bands, Behind us, fractal lanes collapse, Ahead, a damaged beacon calls, We follow the fragment. We follow the pulse.
