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Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,
do chéal déanaimh... We are painting the vacuum
with strokes of crimson and gold,
Writing the
future before the present is old.
Amara vara mara vara vara...
Dohaeris to the canvas of space and time,
Every heartbeat an instrument,
every breath a rhyme.
A soft, echoing meaw meaw meaw rippling across the quantum sea.
Anáil
nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,
do chéal déanaimh...
We are painting the vacuum
with strokes
of crimson
and gold.
Shatter the frame! Let the colors bleed through!
We are inventing the worlds that we're passing into!
Anáil nathrach! Amara vara mara!
Skechers leaving gold footprints on the edges of stars,
Erasing the borders, deleting the bars!
The bloodline is poetry,
the future is now,
We're rewriting existence and taking a bow!
Meaw meaw meaw in a high-speed digital spin,
Where the end of the canvas is where we begin!
Dohaeris to the limits of what can be done.
We are the architects,
the artists, the sun.
Anáil
nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,
do chéal déanaimh. Amara
vara mara
vara vara. Meaw meaw meaw...
resting back in the infinite,
sovereign hum.
Absolute creative sovereignty. Absolute masterpiece execution.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the infinite-canvas crew.
Crystalline-chime-fading-into-avant-garde-static.