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“Before the dawn of form or flame,
The silence called, and darkness came.
Then from the void, a trembling breath —
The birth of stars, the end of death.”
Echoes in the dark collide,
Through endless night, the sparks divide.
Matter screams, the atoms cry,
The sound of god — electrified.
Sing, creation, sing aloud!
Tear the veil and break the shroud!
From nothing, light begins to bloom,
Awakening life inside the tomb.
The first flame dances, wild and bright,
Its wings unfold, devouring night.
The birth of time, the death of still,
The pulse of stars obeys its will.
“Lux, vita, infinita!”
“And from the silence, a voice declared...
I am.”
