[Intro | music box felt-muted, red mist pad blooming, 8-bit fog, choir far as if the door is already shut] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the veil has teeth. [Verse 1 | soft close vocal, world-sounds swallowed after each line, wing-fold bed] The street went blank without a dusk A red shape hid the sun She put a wing across my face And told me I could run I followed shelter through the mist I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the quiet fist I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | box and choir muffled, as if sung through fabric] Don’t bless the mist that finds you Don’t praise the wing that waits It only loves the living fear Still shaking in your chest [Chorus | hymn stack: muted box, fog-wash arpeggio, one voice only] Latias, Latias Saint of the kept mile You wear a hiding like a dress And smile a shelter smile Latias, Latias Mercy made of hush You teach the lost to want a cover Then never let them up [Verse 2 | footsteps outside the veil, none inside] They find no bodies in the square The square is not the point The hymns go under in a fold With red along the joint The world can keep its open roads This circle will not show A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Where only she can go [Pre-Chorus | reverse mist tail] Don’t look too long into the crest Two planes, one folded law If you can taste your own last name You’re already the thaw [Chorus | same hymn, vocal even closer, room smaller] Latias, Latias Saint of the kept mile You wear a hiding like a dress And smile a shelter smile Latias, Latias Mercy made of hush You teach the lost to want a cover Then never let them up [Verse 3 | strip to cloth-box and drone, almost a lullaby] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the need to hide It waits until you beg the air To take the looking from your side It drinks the danger before the flesh It files you with the kept It leaves a curtain like a church And locks what it has swept [Chorus | bigger: choir still behind the door, 8-bit line warmer not kinder] Latias, Latias Red chapel, no way home You fold a body into “safe” And wear it while you roam Latias, Latias Mist learned a tune You leave the doorway quieter And hungrier too soon [Bridge | spoken under the wing, almost kind, no echo] A shelter was never empty. A shelter was a mouth. You did not hide. You were kept. Cover. Stay. Hold. The saint does not save you from being seen. The saint is the seeing turned inward until there is no outside left. [Final Chorus | full chapel still muffled, box stops on “dare”] Latias, Latias Saint of the kept mile You wear a hiding like a dress And smile a shelter smile Latias, Latias Say it if you dare The veil bows. [Outro | one muted box note, mist pad holds, a street sound tries to enter and does not]
