[Voice one: female-mage (controlled, precise, elegant, slightly robotic)]
Glass and gold in a steady hand
Every move going just as planned
Never wrong, never out of place
Every flaw gets erased
[Voice two: male-archer (confident, energetic, punchy)]
Loose the string, let the arrow fly
Don’t think twice, never question why
Say it loud like I own the room
Hit or miss—I assume
[Voice three: female-cleric (soft, warm, vulnerable, intimate)]
Stay behind where the light runs thin
Fix the cracks that they’re hiding in
Say the least but I feel it all
Catch the pieces that fall
[Voice two: male-archer]
They all fit for a little while
Different code, different style
[Voice one: female-mage]
Every choice I compile…
[Voice three: female-cleric]
Starts to blur into denial
[Voice two: male-archer]
Pick a class, pick a path, who am I today?
[Voice one: female-mage]
Every role that I take feels a little right
[Voice three: female-cleric]
But none of them stay when I close my eyes
[Voice one: female-mage]
Perfect lines start to misalign
Can’t control every fault in time
Every spell that I overload
Starts to break the code
[Voice two: male-archer]
Hands don’t steady the way they did
Still I act like I never miss
Talk it up but it’s wearing thin
Don’t know where I’ve been
[Voice three: female-cleric]
Running low on the strength to give
Healing everyone else to live
If I fall, if I finally bend…
Who will heal me then?
[Voice three: female-cleric]
…if I drop every role I play
and I’ve got nothing left to say…
…do I disappear…
or stay?
[Voice two: male-archer]
Pick a class, pick a path—I don’t wanna choose
[Voice one: female-mage]
If I stop, if I break, if I walk away
[Voice three: female-cleric]
Will I finally know who I am to stay?
[Voice system: neutral/robotic]
No selection made…
[Voice three: female-cleric]
…good.
Eilidhschy
