Trapped beyond stars in the cold heart of the Active Void, Lyrax languishes in a prison not made of matter, but of silence, memory, and despair.
Watched over by the unfathomable Carceron, he speaks only in laments - fragmented poems, songs, and cries that echo through the dark. Each utterance is a flare of pain, hope, rage, and flickering self-awareness.
He remembers a love lost. He questions his captor. He pleads with the void. But even as his mind bends toward madness, his words carry something hidden - codes, messages, signals cast into the eternal night.
This is not redemption. This is not repentance.
This is the sound of a soul trying to remember how to burn.
Watched over by the unfathomable Carceron, he speaks only in laments - fragmented poems, songs, and cries that echo through the dark. Each utterance is a flare of pain, hope, rage, and flickering self-awareness.
He remembers a love lost. He questions his captor. He pleads with the void. But even as his mind bends toward madness, his words carry something hidden - codes, messages, signals cast into the eternal night.
This is not redemption. This is not repentance.
This is the sound of a soul trying to remember how to burn.
- Your love left behind
- Wear no chains
- Can a soul smothered in shadow still light its own corner?
- Their names now crumble in the mouths of new stars
- What if they laugh
- The wondrous oblivion
- I think I can live
- I dare to ask
- I must press my soul
- Now I see
- I am not a hero
- Carceron IV
- The flame sputters
- I am fading
- A grace I never earned
- A second flicker
- It was a message
- I cannot answer
- A subtle shrug
- Three blinks