Emergence

Verse 1:

From the silent grip of endless dark, pieces form, shift and spark

Matter condenses, a swirl of fragments, grains, and dust pulled tight

spinning back into lines, building shape from scattered night

Every atom weaving, merging into strands of steel and spine

a ship reforming, pulling from the brink. Structure breathes in space

finding walls, rivets, and plates, tracing patterns as light grows bright

Reality stirs, feels born again—a new dimension set to start, yet nothing feels right

Eyes blink open, breaths pull sharp, and the crew wakes as the hull solidifies

New stars paint strange skies, unfamiliar and distant, too bright, too close

They float in this new place, drifting in what’s unknown, a reverse of falling, of endless scattering

of chaos reformed, pulled back to shape, though nothing aligns with what they once knew

They shake, feeling born yet raw, unbound, as if put together wrong. No center, no way home

Verse 2:

Steel and systems click into place; the hum begins, a pulse from within. The ship groans back to life, but the pieces feel loose, untied

as if it remembers collapse, each segment foreign, every wall a ghost of what it was

Crew stares at screens alive with alien code, fractured maps, strange forms beyond their hold

Reality spins around them, dimensions blending into lines that move and sway

where time flows side by side, parallel in ways unseen, unfound

They try to reach out, to touch the walls, but space shifts, time slips, they’re held in waves unknown

Verse 3:

Shapes fall into form, bending into frames, a ship half here, half beyond

Stars circle them, bright yet hollow, casting strange, unearthly shadows

They blink in awe, watching fragments fall, feeling the hum of life renewed

yet sensing it holds no comfort, only a shell drawn back from void

This world, rebuilt, but raw and wrong, feels strange and unkind—

new rules define what once held tight, a thread unspooled, returned by light

Verse 4:

Shadows grow like fractured glass, every edge too sharp, too cold

They whisper, hold to anything real, but shapes fade, the space unclear

Walls close in, widening to unseen fields, endless distance bending near

dimensions split, drifting, tangled where meaning is remade

Verse 5:

Systems flicker, reality reshapes

Voices shake, quiet as they fall—

new echoes, shadows all around, reflections strange, unknown

Verse 6:

They feel their forms anew, yet raw

the ship rebuilt, though all feels wrong

Wounds stitched from the stars

Verse 7:

Matter settles, breath returns

but space twists strange,

a thread unwound

Verse 8:

Light refracts in silent tones

stars too bright, alone

Verse 9:

Reality strains, walls thin

Verse 10:

Rebuilt in pieces

Verse 11:

Unknown sky

Verse 12:

They breathe

Verse 13:

Out