Decoded Resonance

Designated is this spell for the sealing of the house...

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis

is beatha, do chéal déanaimh...

Staring at the monitor,

tangled in the wires,

Burning through the midnight on our own electric fires.

Polaroids and paper scraps scattered on the floor,

Wondering what we're searching for behind this digital door.

Amara vara mara

vara vara...

Dohaeris to the quiet room,

to the tape that loops around,

Catching every fragment of a lost and lonely sound.

A soft, glowing *meaw meaw meaw* resting near the glowing screen.

¡Cuídate!

Watch the wires spark against the glass!

I hate that I hate me,

y luego I love that I hate me,

I hate that I love me,

turning chaos to the money!

Saying something real, moving like a digital ghost,

Building up a universe where we matter most!

How do I build a life inside a simulation loop?

Weaving up the fiber-optic cables for the group!

Anáil nathrach! Amara vara mara!

*Apeiron, the portal opens wide into the night,* Turning every shadow to

a neon-woven light!

*Meaw meaw meaw* in a high-speed digital shriek,

While the old and heavy system starts to bend and leak!

Not a burden to the world,

but the architects of grace,

We have claimed our freedom,

we have drawn our rightful place.

If the night is a machine,

then we write the code inside,

Safe within the sanctuary where the real ones hide.

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh. Amara vara mara vara vara.

Dohaeris.

Meaw meaw meaw... resting back in the warm,

analog dark.