We're in a Rush, a decision made faster than fear can catch up

We Fly by Night, running dark with the lights down

Slipping past the crowded lanes and the cold Caress of Steel of old satellites and drifting debris

At 2112 the launch sequence clears, the clamps release and the ship rise cleanly into the black

We offer A Farewell to Kings, to gravity, to borders, to everything that once defined us

And soon we leave the Hemispheres behind, watching continents blur into a single, fragile sphere

Below, the atmosphere folds into Permanent Waves, bands of cloud and ocean dissolving into abstraction

The last Moving Pictures from home flicker out on the cabin screens

We scan the dark for Signals

Holding on to a quiet kind of Grace Under Pressure as the silence grows heavier

The cockpit glows through the Power Windows, every system steady and alive

And when nerves spike, we remind each other to Hold Your Fire—not every shadow is a threat

The jump coordinates lock in, Presto, the stars stretch into white lines

Out here, time begins to Roll the Bones. Chance becomes part of the navigation

Every action finds its Counterparts, light and shadow, risk and reward

We Test for Echo, sending our voices into the void, listening for proof that something answers back

Instead, we drift through Vapor Trails of ice and dust

Tracing forgotten orbits that map out like Snakes & Arrows across the display, trajectories of fate we can follow but never fully control.

And then it appears

A vast structure turning slowly in the distance mechanical, celestial, like Clockwork Angels forged from brass and light, keeping time for a universe older than memory

The destination was never to escape

It was transformation