Fourfold Nexus
Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,
do chéal déanaimh...
We trace the bloodlines down through flesh and bone,
Carrying echoes from a parallel zone.
Amara vara mara vara vara...
Dohaeris to the chains of what was passed,
In every reality, the shadow is cast.
A soft, echoing (meaw meaw meaw) vibrating in the dark.
Shift the grid! Watch the lineages fracture and glow!
In dimension four, our ancestors run the show!
Blood isn't prison—it's a signal to transmit,
An open-source code where the timelines fit!
Anáil nathrach! Amara vara mara!
Skechers scuffing across the planetary floor,
Blowing the locks off every genetic door!
(meaw meaw meaw) in a digital stutter,
While the physical laws of reality flutter!
Dohaeris to the illusion
of where we began.
We rewrite the code of the ancestral plan.
Anáil
nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,
do chéal déanaimh. Amara vara mara vara vara.
(meaw meaw meaw)
resting back in the deep,
shifty ambient hum.
Absolute four-genre synthesis. Absolute lineage sovereignty.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the tetra-realm crew.
(meaw meaw meaw) fading into silence.