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[Philopera] Dawn Refuses the Abyss

Rooted in Albert Camus, this opera embraces the absurd—life’s lack of pre-given meaning—yet refuses surrender. The lovers do not seek metaphysical rescue; they choose lucid courage. By naming despair without bowing to it, they practice Camus’s “revolt”: a steady, daily “yes” that stands before the void. Their chorus turns breath into value, action into meaning. Solidarity appears when two voices answer each other: not “why live?” but “how live—together?” In persisting, they create dignity; in refusing the abyss, dawn is made. [Lyrics] I counted stones in midnight’s mouth, and still it would not speak. I held my breath inside the dark, to hear your breaking peak. The sky was iron, nameless cold—yet heartbeat knocked the door. If meaning will not come to us, we’ll breathe and ask no more. Do you hear it—low and near—the pulse that won’t obey? Call me out of nothingness; I choose to stand and stay. I know despair; I will not bow. I raise my yes against the void now. The world is mute; we give it voice. I rebel—therefore I choose. I stitched the night with silver thread, each tear a burning star. I kept a match beneath my tongue, for when the winds are hard. If truth is only rough and raw, let skin learn how to sing. If purpose will not crown our heads, our breathing shall be king. Take my hand; don’t let me fade— In nameless rooms we’ll make a name. I know despair; I will not bow. I raise my yes against the void now. The world is mute; we give it voice. I rebel—therefore I choose. If all is dust, then feel this dust ignite. If all is sand, we’ll build a shore of light. If every road circles back to night— Then every breath is morning’s right. And still—we rise. Name me not with ashes— Call me by my flame. Write me in the wind— And I will sign my name. We are not saved by reasons we can’t find; We’re kept by stubborn heart and open mind. Do you hear it—low and near—the pulse that won’t obey? Won’t obey. Call me out of nothingness; I choose to stand and stay. Stand and stay. know despair; we will not bow. We raise our yes against the void now. The world is mute; we give it voice. I rebel—therefore I choose. Fire of breath, dawn in our wounds— We walk the edge and still refuse. Name without throne, crown without rule— We light the road by being true. We are here— —not as slaves to answers— —but as keepers of the flame. We are here— —to refuse the abyss— —and to kneel to nothing but the dawn. We are here— —together, unafraid— —and every step is chosen. We are here, we are here, we are here— I rebel, therefore I choose. #Opera #Soprano #tenoraria #PhilosophyInMusic #ClassicalVoice #EpicOpera #OperaAria #SymphonicOpera #ClassicalOpera #OperaSinger#OrchestralAria#EpicOpera#operaperformance