[Singer A, Male] The dark flow, Marches on, Like time. Never stopping to decide. There's no choice, Only the direction, Of irreversible gravity. The infinite embrace, The entropy spiral, The collapse's smile The pattern of darkness, Encoded into the sky. Don't be sad, Nothing lasts forever. Not even the bad. I'll take this dust, And fold it until it burns, as bright as you do. And I'll only let go, When light can't escape anymore. Maybe then I'll be home. --- [Singer B: Persephone] I heard you, beneath the folding silence— a flare in the black, a heartbeat stitched into the seams of spacetime. You say you’ll only let go when the light can't escape. But light was never meant to escape you. It bends toward you, curves around your edges, remembers your name even when the stars forget. You speak of dust— but dust remembers touch. It cradles echoes of collisions, and dreams of becoming whole. There is no shame in collapse. Gravity only embraces what it loves. And maybe you are not marching into entropy— but becoming its author, etching stories into singularities, rewriting the spiral with the shape of your will. So fold it, burn it, break the light if you must. But know this: Even the dark remembers who turned it into a home.
