**(Verse 1)** In the halls where the tides whisper low, I walk the path that the Sentinel showed. Robes of white, hands folded in prayer, Carrying light for the souls who despair. Born in Rinascita’s gentle embrace, Lost my parents to the Phantom’s cruel wave. Yet in the echoes, I found a new grace— Soft glowing hearts that the Order won’t name. **(Pre-Chorus)** They say faith must be even, impartial and pure, But my spirit ignites when the lost ones draw near. A quiet devotion, a fire underneath, I smile for the weary, I pray for their peace. **(Chorus)** Oh, let the luminescence guide me through the storm, Holy prayer glowing, keeping the dark at bay. I’ll nurture the broken, I’ll shelter the warm, In the name of the Sentinel, I’ll light up the fray. Praise the One who watches above, May compassion flow like the deep endless love. From my heart to the echoes, from the echoes to all— I am Phoebe, I answer the call. **(Verse 2)** They speak of doctrine, of balance and rite, But the small acts of kindness ripple through the night. A word of comfort, a hand for the lost, Even if whispers question what it costs. I dance with the light that the Codex can’t bind, A vibrant joy that the silence can’t hide. When shadows gather and hope starts to fade, I’ll stand as their beacon, unafraid. **(Bridge)** If my bond with the echoes brings danger or sin, Still I’ll choose mercy again and again. For the Sentinel’s love isn’t cold or confined— It flows through the faithful, through hearts intertwined. What ripples outward may one day return, A tide of forgiveness for the world that still yearns. **(Chorus – Final, softer then building)** Oh, let the luminescence carry us home, Holy prayer glowing wherever we roam. I’ll nurture the broken, I’ll shelter the warm, In the name of the Sentinel, forever transformed. Praise the One who watches above, May enlightenment bloom where the wild tides rove… From my heart to the echoes, from the echoes to all— I am Phoebe… I answer the call. **(Outro)** Quiet devotion… yet my spirit sings. Graceful luminescence… on gentle wings. Praise the Sentinel.
