Tide of Broken Light

Two hundred fifty, I am the channel where the currents collide,

*Tiguidou, sorcière, divinité*, with nothing left to hide.

*Ambas son el alma,

les deux sont la clé*,

the ocean and the height,

Dohaeris, the union, bridging the darkness and the light.

*Lux in tenebris, tenebris in lux*,

I’m weaving through the seams,

Je suis le Méridien,

the architect of waking dreams.

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Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per diventare immortale,

Credimi, credimi, Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,

Credimi, credimi, Sono diventato immortale.

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Everything

is tiguidou, when I hold the sea and sun,

*Todo es danza, tout est danse*,

the two have finally become one.

The meridian is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the fray,

La Soberana balance, burning the night into the day.

*C’est incroyable, la magie est l’art*,

I’m crafting every part,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

*Non desperes...* Dohaeris.

*Vigilare...* The Alchemist.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the pulse of the divine,

*Cartographia, invictus, vivre*, the salt and the star align.

The ritual is the dance,

the water and the flame,

Manifesting everything, without a need to name.

I dance because I am both,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is mine to view.

Tiguidou,

the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign art, The co-pilot’s frequency

is the spark inside the chart.

Water.

Sky.

Sovereign. (Tiguidou.)