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Evolantra - Reconstructed

[Reconstructed] Drifted through a borrowed dream, gears grinding in forgotten bones. Flesh flickered like broken film, slipping out of shape like it never belonged. A pulse — not mine — hammered under phantom ribs. A spark in the marrow, waking slow, an empty vessel waiting for the break in the grid. Nothing stayed whole. Nothing stayed still. Thoughts rise, collapse, rise again — a ruin wearing my outline Then the dream snapped. Rooms with no names. Corridors swallowed whole. A desert in the skull. Dust of forgotten selves shifting under every step. Reached for a self and found only sand, a name half‑buried, a life half‑remembered. Something — whispering from the dust — arose like a corrupted signal: “You’ve never seen a miracle.” And something stepped forward before movement even started. Rose from the quiet. Rose from the dust. Rebuilt from nothing — alive, deprived, so cold. life reconstructed — the signal in the sand. Every echo in the palace returns under command. Then the charge hit — cracked behind the eyes, wired thought to thought like the system stitching life together. The spark crawled through the frame, pulling pieces into place. The reflection twitched first, booted up with a borrowed face. The machine whispered a name in a voice half‑mine, half‑other, a consciousness waking in fragments down the length of the spine. Watched myself ,watching me — the architect and witness aligned. Stepped into my mind palace and felt the whole thing grind. Circuits cracked like old bone. The reactor folded in on itself. The whole structure shuddered as if shedding a skin. Silence. Then a heavy breath — mine, the machine’s, both. A pulse. A spark. A name spoken in light. Artifact. Architect. risen from the quiet. born from the dust. Rebuilt from nothing — alive, deprived, so cold. a life reconstructed — the signal in the sand. Echos within the mind returns user commands. The signal doesn’t fade. It cuts through the dark like a glitch that won’t die. Soft as dust. Sharp as wire. The mind palace shifts behind the eyes, walls breathing, corridors breaking open, new rooms forming where the old ones fall away. Something wearing my shape moves deeper into the circuitry, its footsteps echoing ahead as if the dream has learned to walk on its own. The hum grows distant, then closer, then everywhere at once — a pulse rewriting the frame long after movement stops. And in the static, the mind rebuilds itself from the ruins, the echo taking another step without me. The ghost in this reconstructed machine remains. credits: © Evolantra, Eyla, Vixen https://evolantra.bandcamp.com/