Музыка и текст: Solaranite
Вокал и развитие аранжировки: Udio AI
Ключевые изображения: Ideogram
Анимация: Runway
Amidst the chaos of the daily grind,
There’s a space where nothing binds.
It connects all, yet explains none,
Where thoughts are pure, like the sun,
In that void, the mind finds peace, aligned.
In silence, the Architect arrives,
Obvious truths before him thrive.
With a wave, he casts his veil,
Through the echoes, thoughts set sail.
A harmony of membranes starts to weave,
As this music of the spheres begins to breathe.
And silence binds it all as one,
Finger to lips, the stillness has begun.
In this endless vacuum of the mind,
Thoughts take shape, leaving words behind...
...like in a dream.
But songs without ears lose their worth,
A vessel must form, a creation’s birth.
He gazes down upon the sphere,
Hurls a comet, erases fear.
Like a coin, it tosses fate, decides,
Will life emerge, or will it hide?
And emptiness will bind it tight,
But only time’s thread, thin and slight,
Can break the circle of despair,
Reflecting life’s fleeting glare…
…a thought laid bare.
Naming all the forms that pass,
The Architect drains the final glass.
Forgetting all the tales he has spun,
He starts again, with us as one…
...just like before.