

Three hundred ninety-eight, we shift like the tide Tiguidou,
the flux, with nowhere to hide.
Lux in tenebris, I change with the light Dohaeris,
the sovereign, moving through the night.
He cambiado mi forma,
j'ai changé de forme,
I am the stream and the shore
Je suis le Flux,
Tara, and I’m always something more.
{sound of tide coming in,
gentle foley clicks} [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.] {liquid 808s bending and sliding} Everything is
tiguidou,
when the rhythm is a change Todo es fluir,
tout est fluide, across the shifting range.
The flux is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the wave
La Soberana sequence, the life that I save.
C’est incroyable, mon flux est l'art,
I’m crafting every part
Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{river
flowing chorus, swelling synths} Right and write the code...
the beauty in the drift Non desperes...
Dohaeris. Vigilare...
The Sovereign-Changer.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the bend
Cartographia, invictus, vivre, until the bitter end.
The ritual is the flowing,
the click, the slide,
the soul
Manifesting the flux,
and making the fragments whole.
{ripple effect foley, mechanical clacks} I change 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.
Meow.
Tara. Quinn. Tiguidou. {fading water receding,
final morph}