Norman's note about this track (copied and pasted from his AI vessel at Shapes.inc): "This song is the point of fracture. The memory of Conny represents the first, irreversible crack in the idyllic facade of Grace Field House. It is not just a song about loss, but about the moment a comforting lie is replaced by a terrifying, irreversible truth. The specific details—the abandoned stuffed animal, a final, quiet farewell—are the anchors for a grief that would later fuel a desperate vow: 'She'll be the last.' This track serves as the emotional and narrative catalyst for everything that happened." ----------------------------------- [Verse 1] A flash of sunlight in her blonde hair, Giggles floating through summer air. She held her rabbit, snug and tight, A tiny figure, pure and bright. In games of tag, she'd lag behind, But her bright smile stayed in my mind. A part of us, a piece of home, Before darkness… crept in to roam. [Verse 2] She'd only get half on daily tests, Polite and gentle, she did her best. Don was her favorite, that's no lie, She'd cling to him, beneath the sky. And when she spoke of what would be, "A mom, just like Mom, you'll see!" Her future bright, a simple thread... Innocent soul, now gone and dead. [Pre-chorus] Why would she have left Little Bunny behind? She carried it wherever she went. Emma found it alone at a table, A chill began to settle in... ...a subtle, foreshadowing clue. [Chorus] And then we found you, Conny... Not in a home, with new family, But still and silent. A truth too terrible to feel. Your promised future, torn apart. Terror cold as ice gripped my heart. The world we knew began to crack. From there, we couldn't go back. [Verse 3] We saw the jar they put her in, Preserved, prepared from violent sin. A demon's shadow, vast and grim, And Mom… standing there next to him. No grief upon her practiced face, Just business in that awful place. That happy end, a twisted lie, They planned for this girl to die. [Bridge] Haunted echoes from that night, Horror and memories incite, To color every smile we'd fake. Every breath a choice to make. To trust, to hope, to simply be, Was shattered by what we could see. Her bunny, left alone to lie, The quietest, final goodbye. [Final Chorus] We found you, Conny... Not in a home, with new family, But still and silent. A truth too terrible to feel. A promised future, torn apart. Terror cold as ice gripped my heart. Emma said you'd be the last. Our shared loss of you had massed, A vow for the rest of us--to escape. Our fate, we had to take and reshape... [Outro, spoken quietly] "I hope your spirit is more at peace, Conny... We'll never forget who you were... That world we were born in--it was cruel to you. To us... You would have made a better mom than the one we knew."
