The blooming Wound Within the Void

[Instrumental] (Instrumental plays here) We dug beneath the sacred place... We reached the Etherium. And there... we found Providence. But that wasn’t enough. We wanted more. Not the light... The source. Not the gift... The control. So we broke the seal.... And something came through. Not a god. Not a curse. A hunger… wrapped in silence. The wound opened. And it bled across the void. We called it Providence But it never answered. We opened Pandora But never asked what stayed inside. Now... there are doors where there were no walls. static, echoes, reversed speech… you hear breathing you see geometry that shouldn’t move you forget your shape you are inside the place that never existed This is no longer the world we knew. The air hums like broken machines. The sky forgot how to be. And we... We began to fall softly, into decay. Not death. But forgetting how to live. Soft… decay. [Climax ] The Etherium was never ours. We broke what held the balance. We let it breathe. We let it burn. Now time bends — and never closes. And the wound within the void... stays open. [Outro] There was hope once... trapped at the bottom of the silence. But even hope bleeds in liminal light. This was Providence. This was Pandora. This... is what remains.