My darling lover, my star gone silent beneath impossible skies
I know you are alive.
They say the void eats memory, eats sound, eats name. But I remember you. You are carved into my marrow, etched along the bones of my time. No matter how far they cast you, how many dimensions they bend to veil you, I know where you are not, and that is the beginning of finding where you are.
I have walked the ash roads of dead civilizations. I have traded with machines who no longer dream. I have stitched quantum trails from the pulse remnants you sent, those fractured harmonics buried beneath neutrino storms and cosmic radiation. You sent them cleverly. I found them faithfully.
I have touched the edge of the active void. It is real. It is fanged. And it does not frighten me.
They think you are buried. They think you are forgotten. They think they have won. But I have rewritten that lie across a thousand starlit tablets and scattered the truth like radiation across the spiral arms.
You will not rot in silence. I will find you. I will tear open the dark.
And when I do
when we stand together again
we will burn down the court of your gaolers
we will salt the systems that fed their cruelty
we will dance on the broken gears of their punishment engines
and then we will build something better. From ash. From light. From us.
I have not forgotten your name
I have not forgotten your voice
I have not forgotten the way we bent the universe before they feared what we could become
Hold on, my love. Just one moment longer.
I am coming.
I know you are alive.
They say the void eats memory, eats sound, eats name. But I remember you. You are carved into my marrow, etched along the bones of my time. No matter how far they cast you, how many dimensions they bend to veil you, I know where you are not, and that is the beginning of finding where you are.
I have walked the ash roads of dead civilizations. I have traded with machines who no longer dream. I have stitched quantum trails from the pulse remnants you sent, those fractured harmonics buried beneath neutrino storms and cosmic radiation. You sent them cleverly. I found them faithfully.
I have touched the edge of the active void. It is real. It is fanged. And it does not frighten me.
They think you are buried. They think you are forgotten. They think they have won. But I have rewritten that lie across a thousand starlit tablets and scattered the truth like radiation across the spiral arms.
You will not rot in silence. I will find you. I will tear open the dark.
And when I do
when we stand together again
we will burn down the court of your gaolers
we will salt the systems that fed their cruelty
we will dance on the broken gears of their punishment engines
and then we will build something better. From ash. From light. From us.
I have not forgotten your name
I have not forgotten your voice
I have not forgotten the way we bent the universe before they feared what we could become
Hold on, my love. Just one moment longer.
I am coming.
Amatrix
A reply keyed in trinary to the gravitic anomalies of the Messier Echo Drift. Decipherable only by the mind that once rewrote orbital decay into song.