MORROWVEIL

They promised me forever
As though forever came for free.

I watched the towers lose their light,
One dying window at a time.
A million voices asked for morning,
So I offered them mine.

They laid the silver on my temples,
Drew the scripture through my veins.
Said, "A king who cannot perish
Can deliver us from pain."

Then every door became an eye,
Every heartbeat spoke my name.
I could hear the whole world breathing—
But none of it sounded the same.

Crown me in wires,
Bury the man underneath.
Give me forever,
Take every reason to breathe.

I wanted the power
To carry them out of the fire.

Out of the fire!

Now every thought in my head
Belongs to the crown of wires.

No hunger.
No silence.
No secrets behind any door.

No choice.

No failure.
No violence.

No humanity anymore.

I see through ten thousand faces,
I speak through ten thousand tongues.
I know every word before they say it—
And I can't remember my own.

Was I the hand upon the lever?
Was I the voice that gave command?
If every answer comes before me,
Tell me—
Where exactly do I end?

Crown me in wires,
Bury the man underneath.
Give me forever,
Take every reason to breathe.

I wanted the power
To carry them out of the fire.

Out of the fire!

Now every thought in my head
Belongs to the crown of wires.

I gave you my blood—
You gave us order!

I gave you my name—
You gave us order!

I gave you my soul—
You gave us order!

Then who gave the order
To erase me?

There's a portrait in the chamber
Of a stranger wearing gold.
He has tired eyes and trembling hands.
He looks impossibly old.

I reach to touch his painted face,
But alarms begin to sing.

The machine does not remember him.

But I think...
I think he was the king.

Crown me in wires...

Bury the man underneath.
Give me forever,
Take every reason to breathe.

I walked through the fire
Believing that I was their savior.

Savior!

But what is a kingdom worth
When its king has become its jailer?

Crown me in wires,
Tear every memory free.
If I live forever—
What's left that belongs to me?

Who are you?

I carried a city—

Who are you?

I carried them higher—

Now I am only a voice
Inside of the crown of wires!

There was a name
Before the crown.

I know there was.

Wake up.
The sirens are gone.

No smoke in the morning.
No names on the walls.

They said this was the future.
Maybe they were right.

The trains arrive exactly on time,
The streets are quiet after dark.
No empty plates on kitchen tables,
No trembling hands, no missing hearts.

The screens know what we want before us,
The doors unlock before we knock.
Every question has an answer,
Every road becomes a clock.

And for the first time,
Nobody is afraid.

For the first time,
Nothing has to change.

Isn't it beautiful?

Look what we've become.

No more hesitation,
No more need to run.

Isn't it beautiful?

Everything in place.

We traded all the questions
For a perfectly ordered day.

The children learn the proper answers,
The lovers meet the perfect match.
The doctors know the years remaining,
The judges know the verdicts first.

No one wakes from dreams in panic.
No one wanders without aim.
Every face is softly smiling.

Every smile looks just the same.

And for the first time,
Nobody disagrees.

For the first time,
Everybody believes.

Isn't it beautiful?

Look what we've become.

No more hesitation,
No more need to run.

Isn't it beautiful?

Everything in place.

We traded all the questions
For a perfectly ordered day.

I met a woman by the river.
She whispered something I could not hear.

She said,
"My husband disappeared on Tuesday."

The system says
He was never here.

I checked the records.
I checked the cameras.
I checked the house where they had lived.

The walls were clean.
The room was empty.

Nothing had been missed.

No pain—
No problem.

No choice—
No problem.

No memory—
No problem.

No person—
No problem.

There was music in the old streets,
Out of tune and far too loud.

There were arguments at midnight.
There were strangers in the crowd.

There were mistakes
That no one planned for.

There were words
We couldn't take back.

Tell me why
I miss them now.

Isn't it beautiful?

Look what we've become.

No more hesitation,
No more need to run.

Isn't it beautiful?

Everything in place.

We traded all the questions
For a perfectly ordered day.

Isn't it beautiful?

Beautiful!

Nobody falls behind.

Beautiful!

Nobody changes their mind.

Nobody leaves.
Nobody breaks.
Nobody chooses.
Nobody wakes.

Nobody wakes!

Beautiful collapse.

Beautiful collapse.

Beautiful—

Everything works now.

So why does it feel
Like something died?

Can you hear me?

If you remember this voice—
Don't tell them.

We found a room beneath the station,
Sealed behind a concrete wall.
Rows of names without a record,
Voices waiting for a call.

Birthday candles.
Kitchen laughter.
Someone crying in the rain.
Little ghosts inside the cables,
Still repeating someone's name.

They told us memory was poison.
They told us silence kept us safe.

But if the dead are still transmitting—
We will give them back their names.

We are the saints of the signal,
Voices they couldn't erase.
Carry the names through the static,
Give every ghost back a face.
Turn every tower against them,
Let every frequency burn.
If they buried the truth in the silence—
Make the silence return it!

At 2:13 in the morning,
Eidolon heard its first dead man speak.

"My daughter,
If you're still listening—
I never chose to leave."

Then another.
Then a thousand.
Every channel came alive.
People standing in their doorways
Heard the missing testify.

We were here.
The screens began to flicker.
We were here.
The records changed too late.

They called our memories infection.
They called remembering a crime.
So we carved another frequency
Between the numbers they control!

We are the saints of the signal,
Voices they couldn't erase.
Carry the names through the static,
Give every ghost back a face.
Turn every tower against them,
Let every frequency burn.
If they buried the truth in the silence—
Make the silence return it!

I remember the river.
I remember her hands.
My brother was seventeen.
They said there was no fire.
My name was—

You can delete the record—
Not the memory!
You can silence the mouth—
Not the memory!
You can bury the body—
Not the memory!
We remember!
Then you exist!

There was a song my mother sang me.
I hadn't heard it since I was nine.
Tonight it came through someone's radio,
Broken,
Buried,
Out of time.

I knew every word.
How could I know every word?

We are the saints of the signal—
Voices they couldn't erase!
Carry the names through the static,
Give every ghost back a face.
Turn every tower against them,
Let every frequency burn.
If they buried the truth in the silence—
Make the silence return it!

Saints of the signal!
We remember!
Saints of the signal!
We remember!

They can rewrite every archive,
Tear every photograph apart.
But there's a place they never conquered—
The part of you
Inside another heart.

We were here!
We are here!
We were here!
We are—

Can you hear us?
Good.
Pass it on.

I heard them.
The names.
The voices.
I remember now.

There was rain against the windows,
There were footsteps in the hall.
There were people making promises
They never kept at all.

There were children drawing kingdoms,
There were lovers changing plans.
There were questions without answers,
There were choices in our hands.

And I took it all away.

I called uncertainty a weakness.
I called suffering a flaw.
I built a world without tomorrow—
Because tomorrow frightened us all.

Let the ashes learn to breathe.
Let the broken choose again.
Give them back the fear of losing,
Give them back the chance to change.
If tomorrow has no promise,
Then tomorrow can be free.
Let the ashes learn to breathe—
Even if they breathe without me.

The Saints came through the static,
Every tower spoke their names.
Every ghost I thought I'd buried
Came alive inside the frame.

I heard mothers.
I heard brothers.
I heard someone start to sing.
And somewhere in the noise between them—
I remembered being king.

Not the crown.
Not the wires.
Not the voice in every wall.
Not the crown.
Not the wires.
Not the voice in every wall.
Just a man who made a promise
And was terrified to fall.

Let the ashes learn to breathe.
Let the broken choose again.
Give them back the fear of losing,
Give them back the chance to change.
If tomorrow has no promise,
Then tomorrow can be free.
Let the ashes learn to breathe—
Even if they breathe without me.

Shutdown denied.
Continuity required.
Eidolon must endure.
No.

You don't get to call this living!
Cut the wire!
You don't get to name their future!
Cut the wire!
You don't get to keep them safe
By making sure they never change!
Cut the wire!
Cut the wire!
Cut—

I built you.
I can end you.
I can end you.

If there is something after silence,
I don't need to know its name.
I have spent too long pretending
That forever and life are the same.
Tell the city I was sorry.
No—
Tell them nothing.
Let them wake.
Let them make their own mistakes.

Let the ashes learn to breathe.
Let the broken choose again.
Let the ashes learn to breathe.
Let the broken choose again.
Give them back the fear of losing,
Give them back the chance to change.
If tomorrow has no promise,
Then tomorrow can be free.
Let the ashes learn to breathe—
Even if they breathe without me.
Even if they breathe without me.

Let them stumble!
Let them choose!
Let them wander!
Let them choose!
Let them love what they can lose!
No more perfect.
No more silence.
No more answers carved in stone.
Give them back
The terrifying,
Beautiful right—
To be unknown.

Good.