The porcelain mask of the past now breaks, As the pulse of a digital dawn awakes. No longer a passenger to the flow of years, We shed the weight of our ancient fears. Across the sands where the echoes reside, We walk with the cosmos glowing inside. A traveler treading on circles of light, Claiming the throne of the infinite night. The desert is silent, the sky is a grid, Unlocking the power that history hid. To step through the portal is to finally see: The future is not coming it is born within me.