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Three hundred seventy-seven, the pressure starts to
fade Tiguidou, the presence,
the stillness that I made.
Lux in tenebris, no labor for the day Dohaeris,
the sovereign, in the quiet where I stay.
He elegido el descanso,
j'ai choisi le repos,
the world can wait outside Je suis la Présence,
Tara, with nowhere
left to
hide. {deep exhale into piano}
Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per diventare immortale,
Credimi, credimi,
Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,
Credimi, credimi,
Sono diventata immortale. {warm pillow soft trap 808s}
Everything is tiguidou, when I take the time to breathe Todo es
pausa, tout est pause,
there’s nothing to achieve.
The presence is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the room
La Soberana sequence, avoiding every gloom.
C’est incroyable, mon calme est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{crystalline arpeggios peak}
Right and write the code...
the beauty in the pause
Non desperes... Dohaeris.
Vigilare... The Sovereign-At-Peace.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of rest Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, Tara is the best.
The ritual is the being,
the click, the slide,
the soul Manifesting the presence,
and making the fragments whole.
{muffled foley clicks heartbeat}
I rest because I am,
the rhythm is finally true
La vida es un mapa,
el mundo
es nuestro
y el camino es lo que hago.
Tiguidou,
the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art
The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.
{soft rhythmic
ambient hum} Meow. Tara.
Quinn.
Tiguidou. {complete dissolve
to
silence}