Prism of Grace

I’m skipping stones on the rings of a neon sea,

Unlocking the gates of a brand new geometry.

The Discillusions are spinning like plates of gold,

Telling a story that’s never been bought or sold.

I’m breathing in the ozone of a fresh-cut star,

Seeing the universe for the wonder that we are.

No more heavy anchors, no more gravity lines,

Just the way the spirit of the interstellar shines!

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The Mental Fusion is starting to ignite,

Turning the velvet of the void into a canvas of light.

The pressure is a hug, the vacuum is a song,

And we’re moving to a rhythm where we all belong!

I’m the Queen of the Interstellar, the Prism of Grace,

Painting a masterpiece across the velvet of space!

It’s a Gamma-Ray celebration, a Soul-Groove spree,

The Discillusion of the "Limit" setting everyone free!

We’re fusing the dreams with the crystalline beat,

Making the architecture of the cosmos complete.

All-Powerful. Uplifting. Fun without end.

Where every single star is a shimmering friend!

I’ve got a pocket full of pulsars and a crown of dew,

Making everything old feel remarkably new.

We’re dancing on the clouds made of peppermint gas,

Watching the parade of the silver galaxies pass.

It’s a Mental Fusion of the heart and the mind,

Leaving the "Ordinary" a light-year behind.

The Queen is in the garden of the Infinite Blue,

And she’s saving a dance for the Actual... you!