Act I: The Archivist

Dawn's amber passion breaks
Engulfed in what it's absence takes
Carried a message penned by idle hands
Called to rest, to sleep beneath the land
To let the 8 years beyond erase
What never needed to happen in the first place

Years of fickle hindsight will offer no embrace here
Sobered by the warning of a future choked in fear

There is no wisdom in the aether
No knowledge I could lend
I come to give this last resort
To let your journey end

I gaze at my reflection
As I step towards my tomb
The stars aligned for me,
To be a failure
Since the day I left the womb

Years of fickle hindsight will offer no embrace here
Sobered by the warning of a future choked in fear

There is no wisdom in the aether
No knowledge I could lend
I come to give this last resort
To let your journey end

If we don't close the curtains now
Everything just stays the same
You'll spend more decades on a broken path
Beside both guilt and shame

Release me now
Or everything stays the same

Cut the cord and let me fall
There is no use in going back
Stop the cycle's echoed call
And let me be the things I lack

There is no wisdom in the aether
No knowledge I could lend
I come to give this last resort
To let your journey end