Sunlit peaks above ancient stone, Fires flicker across the plain, Voices break the silence, I am not alone. Hunger wakes before the dawn, Children cry through the night, Elders show the younger hands, How to make a fire from stone. Dreams awaken something old, My hands remember what I don’t, Have I walked this land before? We take root on a new Earth, We live, we love, we lose, we learn, We watch our children grow, Our journey will never end. Small hands, still, beneath the stars, Her laughter gone to the sky, We lay her down beneath the trees, And ask ourselves why. Stars bear witness to this night, Cries of birth shatter the quiet, What was lost returns to us, We feel the unseen hands. Dreams awaken something old, My hands remember what I don’t, Have I walked this land before? We take root on a new Earth, We live, we love, we lose, we learn, We watch our children grow, Our journey will never end. Once more… the Archive grows. Our Promises were kept. Humanity is reborn. Something feels strange… I feel something human. It is joy. © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
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