From mixture of memory, history, and fiction
Comes the return of a visionary of energy and ambition

Though the timeline corrupted and lost is the past
With renewed ambitions can at last change the path

Weep for an era, an era of smoke
Not for eternity, an eternity that broke

Face now to the East and at the rising dawn
Don't grab anything, prepare where you came from

The voices live inside of you, the wisdom they do speak
Each one is you, and finally now at their peak

Go forth a triumvirate, with a senate of inspiration
For the Empire has fallen, but it's not barred from reincarnation
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January 18th, 2026