Farewell Sora, Edgar Allan Flow

[Intro – soft, almost spoken] …yeah… Strange, ain’t it? You build something in silence… and one day— you gotta step away from it. Edgar Allan Flow. [Verse 1] I remember first light on a blank screen glow Didn’t know what I’d find, didn’t know where I’d go Just a thought… just a spark in the dark of my head Now there’s whole worlds livin’ in the lines that we said Every frame held a piece of me I couldn’t explain Every clip like a memory I didn’t have to name From the quiet late nights to the ones filled with fire You ain’t just build scenes… you helped shape desire Took the voice in my chest, gave it somewhere to land Turned a ghost into motion I could finally understand Yeah, I know it was tools—but it felt like more Like I opened a door… and you stood at the door [Hook – soft, emotional] So this ain’t goodbye… It’s just where we pause You gave shape to the silence You gave light to the cause Every shadow we painted Every world we explored— Yeah, I carry it forward… Even when I don’t Sora anymore. --- [Verse 2] I watched stories breathe in a matter of days Things I couldn’t explain just started to play Like the mind found a mirror and finally spoke Through a lens that I never thought I’d hold Every glitch, every moment that didn’t quite land Still felt like proof that I could expand Like I wasn’t just stuck in the place I was in Like creation itself was a way to begin I ain’t losin’ it… nah, I’m takin’ it with me Every lesson, every vision sittin’ deep within me You were part of the climb, part of how I grew Now the mountain stands taller from the things we drew --- [Hook – stronger, but still calm] So this ain’t goodbye… Just a change in the road From the things that we built To the paths I now hold Every line, every frame Every echo before— I don’t leave it behind… I just don’t walk through Sora no more. --- [Bridge – quiet, reflective] And maybe one day… I’ll come back to the place where it started. Not as the same man— But someone it helped build. --- [Outro – fading, almost whispered] From ink… to motion… to memory. …thank you. For showing me… what I could become.