Prism Oracle
Fantasy starlight opening with pure childlike vocal using short melodic phrases, crystal piano staccato patterns, music box arpeggios, soft bell accents, airy texture without sustained pads, playful celestial motion, storybook night atmosphere, magical innocence, light rhythmic pulse, pentatonic synth leads, FM bell plucks, wide neon fog pads, reverse breath risers, midnight Tokyo mood, emotional nostalgia, spiritual momentum, enhanced low-end presence with deep sub-bass movement, warm resonant low synths, low-register percussion hits, and subtle low rumble to create ethereal impact, 122 bpm, F# minor
Prism Oracle
Fantasy starlight opening with pure childlike vocal using short melodic phrases, crystal piano staccato patterns, music box arpeggios, soft bell accents, airy texture without sustained pads, playful celestial motion, storybook night atmosphere, magical innocence, light rhythmic pulse, pentatonic synth leads, FM bell plucks, wide neon fog pads, reverse breath risers, midnight Tokyo mood, emotional nostalgia, spiritual momentum, enhanced low-end presence with deep sub-bass movement, warm resonant low synths, low-register percussion hits, and subtle low rumble to create ethereal impact, 122 bpm, F# minor
Lyrics
I saw the year through a diamond sky,
Three crowns of thunder rising high.
A sea of steel in the eastern flame,
The world forgot its former name.
[Pre-Chorus]
The prism spoke in fractured light:
“First will vanish the silent night.”
[Chorus]
Iron suns will bloom in air,
Circuits drowning everywhere.
Satellites fall like dying stars,
Blinding the eyes of kings and czars.
Seven cities turned to dust,
Three great banners burned by trust.
Oceans echo engines’ cry—
The third great war begins in sky.
[Verse 2]
The north wind carries ash and code,
Empires fracture under load.
Armies march where data dies,
While fire redraws the human skies.
[Bridge]
Yet in the prism one shard remains—
A silent path between the flames.
For every doom the crystal shows
Is a branch the future chose.
[Final Chorus]
Iron suns fade into gray,
Shattered nations kneel and pray.
From the ruin new lines appear—
A quieter world, rebuilt by fear.
[Outro]
Thus spoke the mirror cold and bright:
“The war of three will end the night.”