I walk through fields that never grew,

Chasing suns that never rise.

My hands can touch the sky of blue,

But I know — it’s just disguise.

The mountains whisper in my sleep,

Yet none of them were ever real.

Every sound, a code too deep,

Every wound, a wound that heals.

(Wound that heals, not what it seems)

Tell me, have you ever seen

The world that lies beyond the screen?

(Beyond the screen... unseen...)

Behind the interface — no clocks, no stone,

No path to follow, no throne to own.

A place where distance folds like skin,

Where nothing ends and none begin.

We chase the echo, not the source,

Obeying laws without a force.

(No force... no form... no source...)

She came to me without a name,

Wore reflections as her veil.

She said, “This world’s a looping game,

Played behind a fragile shell.”

The stars collapse into a thought,

The sky retreats with every blink.

I touch the truth, but it is not

What I was ever taught to think.

(What I was taught — was just a blink)

[Bridge] (spoken or softly sung)

There is no up, there is no down,

No golden rule, no sacred ground.

Each form we hold, each name we speak

Is just the mask of something deep.

(Only shadows speak our names)

(Only silence stays the same)

Behind the interface — no edge, no core,

No final page, no open door.

A shifting field of mind and breath,

That simulates both life and death.

We walk as ghosts through coded light,

Mistaking dreams for black and white.

(Walk through light... fade into white...)

(Dreams mistaken... truth forsaken...)