This is the final installment of the cosmic trilogy. If Astro Asphalt was the journey and Nebula Notes was the reflection, Interstellar Ink is the legacy. It’s the "final transmission."

The production is Grand and Orchestral Trap: sweeping strings, a deep choir hum in the background, and sharp, metallic percussion that sounds like a pen hitting a page at the speed of light.

Interstellar Ink

(Intro) (The sound of a fountain pen scratching on parchment, amplified until it sounds like a grinding tectonic plate. A heavy, cinematic sub-bass drops in.)

(Spoken: "The universe is a blank page. And we’re the ones holding the quill. This isn't just a song... it’s a permanent record. Dipping the nib into the black hole. This is Interstellar Ink.")

Verse 1 I’m writing scriptures on the fabric of a solar flare Leaving words hanging in the vacuum of the nowhere My ink is liquid obsidian, darker than the void A lyrical architecture that can never be destroyed I don't write for the charts, I write for the eons Past the neon signs and the flashing of the peons I’m tattooing the atmosphere with a rhythmic precision Every comma is a planet, every period’s a collision I dipped my pen in the gravity of a dying star To tell the story of the struggle and the mental scar It’s indelible, incredible, a cosmic graffiti Written for the gods and the dwellers of the city.

Chorus It’s that Interstellar Ink, permanent and deep A promise to the cosmos that I’m gonna keep The stars might burn out, the sun might go cold But the ink stays wet in the stories we told (Yeah, it’s written in the sky) Interstellar Ink... it’s never gonna die.

Verse 2 If you look through the lens, you can see the calligraphy A celestial map of my internal biography I traced the lines of my palms on the surface of the moon To show 'em that the kingdom is coming for 'em soon I used a comet for a highlighter, marked the best parts The pieces of the poetry that mended broken hearts I’m leaking gravity on the page, the paper’s getting heavy The flow is a flood and I’m breaking down the levee No eraser in the galaxy can rub out the truth I’m preserving the fire of a transcendental youth From the Milky Way suburbs to the center of the sun The writing on the wall says the work is never done.

Chorus It’s that Interstellar Ink, permanent and deep A promise to the cosmos that I’m gonna keep The stars might burn out, the sun might go cold But the ink stays wet in the stories we told (Yeah, it’s written in the sky) Interstellar Ink... it’s never gonna die.

Bridge (The beat cuts out. The sound of a pen being dropped. Only a haunting, distant echo of the rapper's voice remains.) Is anybody reading? Is the message getting through? I’m sending out the signal... From me, through the dark, to you. (The ink is dry. The record is set.)

Verse 3 When the Earth is a memory and the cities are dust And the iron of the skyline has crumbled into rust They’ll find these verses floating in the wreckage of the light A glowing set of lyrics in the middle of the night They’ll know we were here, that we breathed, that we spoke That we turned the heavy carbon into something more than smoke The ink is the blood of a dream that stayed awake The final masterpiece that the universe could make.

Outro (The strings swell into a triumphant finale. The sound of a heavy book being slammed shut. The ambient sound of space—white noise and low hums—takes over.) It’s permanent. You can’t wash it away. Not with time, not with distance. Interstellar Ink. The signatures of the soul. Transmission ending... Now.