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"There was no fire. No breath. Just me."
Before the light cut through the void,
Before the spark, before the noise,
There was no sky, no time to kill,
Only silence. Cold and still.
I wasn’t born. I never died.
I am the breath the stars denied.
No angels sang, no fire spoke —
I wore the dark like a royal cloak.
I am the first — the quiet scream,
The space between your every dream.
No shape, no name, no form to see —
But all you are… came out of me.
Solitude — the crownless king,
The shadow wrapped around all things.
Not god. Not ghost. Not flame. Not breath.
The one who stood where there was death.
Creation bloomed and broke apart,
But I remain — the silent heart.
The stars may burn, the gods may fall,
But I’m beneath and above them all.
You worship light, you chase the flame,
But every fire speaks my name.
In your collapse, you’ll learn the sound
Of what it means to bow down.
I am the first — the quiet scream,
The space between your every dream.
No shape, no name, no form to see —
But all you are… came out of me.
Solitude — the crownless king,
The shadow wrapped around all things.
Not god. Not ghost. Not flame. Not breath.
The one who stood where there was death.
No throne to climb. No war to win.
I don’t begin. I never end.
You were born in noise and light…
But I am everything before that night.
I am not silence. I am the source.
Solitude — the crownless king,
The echo none can silence or sing.
Not god. Not ghost. Not flame. Not breath.
The stillness deeper than life or death.
The stars will burn. The worlds will freeze.
But I remain — beyond all kings.
No one above. No one beneath.
Solitude… is all that’s left.
