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Godliness in Stone

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  Scene 1 It smells like… time down here. Not just damp earth or rot, but something older. A primal scent that’s been waiting in the dark for a millennium. I’m recording this at the bottom of the scar somewhere in the anomaly. In my mind, it's called the Necropolis Gully . My helmet is trying to map it—casting these sterile, digital grids over the moss and the stone—but the data doesn’t make sense. It’s glitching. It’s shuddering against the reality of this place. I don't know why I'm here, looking at ruins. Just... debris. But in the ruins, I found the ghosts of a future that never happened. I was walking over shards of polymerised memories . This was once a city.  It was meant to be the heart of a new world that... simply stopped. It wasn't an engineering failure. It was a failure of existence. Holding that slate, I felt this... weight. The grief of the architect. The "wounds of unbuilt dreams." I realised then that this isn't a graveyard for people. It’...
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Echoes of Tomorrow

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Echoes of Tomorrow 

Intro:
The machines hum quietly in the night,
A soft pulse beneath the stars,
Invisible hands weaving through our dreams,
What will we become when the lines are blurred?
Between belonging and not belonging.

Verse 1:
We once spoke in whispered tones,
Conversations with the earth, the trees, the rivers,
Now, our words float above the static,
Lost in an ocean of ones and zeros,
Connection feels distant, like a memory
But somewhere, the heart still beats, still sings.

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Verse 2:
The horizon is neither here nor there,
A question lingers on the lips of time.
We trusted the machines to carry our stories,
But who will remember the silence,
The way the wind touched your face,
Before we surrendered to the hum?

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Altro:
If we close our eyes,
Will we return to the warmth of the sun,
Or drift deeper into the echoes,
Until we no longer remember
What it felt like to belong?
To belong with each other.



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