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This song is AI-generated, using SUNO. This video is for personal purposes, for the canon of my own story. However, if you listen to it, I hope you enjoy it! LYRICS: Time moves. She does not rush it. She hears the song from far away, A distortion in the weave, A voice she hasn’t heard in years Breaking rules it once believed. They say his name like warning signs, Like something cracked and left to burn, But she remembers quieter nights When power waited for its turn. Before the armor. Before the fall. Before the shouting sky— There was a man who fixed his suit by hand And asked her how to survive. She knew him before the shattering, Before the world learned how to scream, When home was just a half-built wall And hope was something in between. They call him Evil now, she hears— But that’s not how it used to be. She knew him before the shattering. And part of him still knows her. They shared supplies, shared quiet days, Mapped the fractures, named the stars, She watched him build a mind from code To keep himself from falling apart. He laughed once — just once — At something small and almost kind, And for a moment, the universe Did not feel like a deadline. Then Flux rewrote the rules of him, Set him free, unmoored, untethered, And she left — because she had to, Not because she ever wanted better. She knew him before the shattering, Before the axes, before the throne, When the tower was a promise And not a warning carved in stone. Time passed differently for them— That’s the curse she carries still. She knew him before the shattering. And she always will. If he could hear her now, She wouldn’t say his name. She wouldn’t argue right or wrong. She’d ask if he still remembers Why he wanted to live. She hears the songs he’s forced to sing, Feels the glyphs pull at the seam, And wonders if somewhere underneath He still hates what he’s become. She won’t chase him through the dark, Won’t pretend she can undo— But she knew him before the shattering. And that memory is true.