🎵 Hidden in the Fold
Líricas:
Glass turns to shadow. I am sealing the cracks in the velvet of the night.
A sanctuary carved in data. An armor made of digital clay. The memory of your touch is the only thing that will stay.
The shield is not a wall, it is a mirror of the vast. Reflecting back the entropy from the future to the past. We are safe in the curve you shut, hidden in the fold between the burning iron and the stories we have told.
Nothing passes. Nothing remains. The shield is held.
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