We came through stars with burning light,
A shattered world behind our flight.
With hope reborn and skyward grace,
We found a home in endless space.
Steel and code, our hands reformed,
A second Eden, shaped and warmed.
We built, we dreamed, we touched the skies,
But time forgets, and progress dies.
Now centuries lie cold and bare,
The wires gone, the circuits rare.
We walk the lands with tethered eyes,
And bow to myths in stranger skies.
What broke our past? What veiled the flame?
Who scattered truth, who changed the name?
The ruins speak in silent breath,
Of vanished gods and sleeping death.
But something stirs beneath the stone,
A force that hums in blood and bone.
It whispers power, fierce and wild,
In every dreamer, every child.
The planet watches, veiled in night,
It waits in shade, it learns our fight.
And as we rise, as sparks ignite,
We feel the calm before the blight.
For something comes, not flesh nor friend,
To test the start, to mark the end.
We’re not prepared. We barely see—
But still we stand. We choose to be.