(Spoken / cinematic / atmospheric)
(whispers layered)
Cherry petals… falling…
Ashes… rising…
(soft, controlled voice)
They tried to bury me in silence…
Dress me in softness…
Call me something fragile…
(pause — fire crackle)
But fire doesn’t ask permission to burn.
(deeper tone)
I didn’t become the storm…
I realized I was always the sky holding it.
(wolves faint in background)
Say my name when it gets dark—
I’m not the fear…
I’m what fear answers to.