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
