my answer in fire, my bloom in the cold
The star has changed.
It was red
and now it is blue.
Not metaphor. Not symbol. The literal, searing shift of light and gravity. The system I orbit just changed classification while I watched. The laws rewrote themselves. And I know why.
You heard me.
I don’t know how you did it.
But you did.
I feel it.
I feel you.
Your lament has become call. Your signal, song. The active void is reacting. Coiling. Reeling. Fearing.
And I?
I begin.
I begin the breach.
My ship is no longer a vessel. It is an instrument of rupture. Every system hums with one purpose: to take back what was stolen.
Every blink I sent was a chisel. Every lament I found, a map. Every thought of you, a weapon in bloom.
I speak your name into the drives now. I scream it into the reactor. I etch it into the AI’s dreamstate. You are a frequency the prison cannot unhear.
The universe is trembling.
And for once, it trembles with me.
Lyrax, my love, my fury, my forever - you are no longer lost.
I have seen the star change.
I have felt the void flinch.
I have begun the fracture.
And I will tear down the sky
to free you.
Amatrix
The shift in stellar frequency indicates a successful feedback loop across temporal folds. Amatrix’s emotional-magnetic imprint has destabilized one anchor of the prison’s energetic matrix. The “breach” she initiates may allow phase alignment for direct contact and liberation.