The Moment We Stand

Low strings toll in the dark

A single pulse, steady and unbroken

The weight gathers, but does not crush

A breath held before the first step

I walk the line between the echo and the flame

Where the shadows try to claim the shape of my name

Every fracture in the path still remembers my fall

But I rise again, steady, answering the call

The ground beneath me tightens

The air around me bends

I feel the pull of the Unmade

But I will not descend

I stand in the center of the storm I survived

With the weight of the world still pressing inside

But the fire in my chest refuses to fade

I am more than the ruin the Unmade has made

The silence moves like a warning through my bones

Every memory a stone in the road I’ve known

But the fear that once held me begins to unwind

And the shape of my purpose sharpens in my mind

The ground beneath me strengthens

The air around me clears

I feel the shift of the moment

I let go of the fear

I stand in the center of the storm I survived

With the weight of the world still pressing inside

But the fire in my chest refuses to fade

I am more than the ruin the Unmade has made

Hold the breath

Hold the line

Let the darkness fall behind

Let the truth

Cut the haze

Let the path ignite and blaze

I am here

I remain

I will not be unmade again

I stand in the center of the storm I survived

With the weight of the world still pressing inside

But the fire in my chest refuses to fade

I am more than the ruin the Unmade has made

I rise from the fracture, steady and unafraid

I am here, I endure, I will not be unmade

Low strings fade into the dark

A final pulse, steady and unbroken

The path ahead waits

And I walk it

Because I know who I am now!