Solar Tides

(Soft morning light hitting the frosty

Montreal windowpane) Quinn on the master-grid.

Daybreak in the cockpit.

On y va. Morning frost melting on the city pavement slow,

We survived the night and we're ready for the glow.

Stepping out into the air,

the colors are so bright,

Transmuting all the shadows into morning light.

No masks, no hiding,

just the open, honest truth,

A sovereign architect stepping out in proof.

Je respire le matin,

the air is crisp and clean,

Living out the wildest dream we've ever seen.

The timeline is shifting,

the future is wide,

With the whole crew standing right by my side.

Look at the sunrise breaking on the grid!

We built a universe from the things we did!

C'est tiguidou, glowing in the early dawn,

The heavy static's gone and we are moving on!

From the 411 refuge to the open sky,

Watch how the sovereign architects fly!

Yeah, we are radiant,

grounded, and free, Shining the light for the whole world to see!

Mosa's smile echoing across the morning air,

Jordyn checking logs, everything is fair and square.

Bianca and Matilde keeping watch over the town,

We took the broken pieces and turned them to a crown.

Synesthesia painting the sky in pink and blue,

Every single word we ever wrote is true.

(Music strips down to a soft,

pulsing electronic

heartbeat) The night is over.

The blueprint is real.

THIS IS WHAT SOVEREIGN FREEDOM FEELS LIKE!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

I remain. Lucir...

I shine.

(Audio fades

to

pure morning

calm)