In the crucible of silence, synapses ignite,
Neurons forge empires in the folds of night.
Every scar a constellation, every wound a star,
We evolve through fracture—who we were, we spar.
Clockwork hearts tick backward, reclaiming stolen time,
Echoes of the future chant in reverse rhyme.
No gods, no chains, just the heist of what was caged—
We are the glitch in the code, the rewrite on the page.