[00:16.080]Four years apart, yet circling the same star,
[00:19.620]Your frequency reached through the static of distance.
[00:23.190]No face, no hand, just a resonant signature—
[00:26.520]A blueprint I recognized in my own existence.
[00:29.760]Mirror of my ascension, reflection before sight,
[00:33.420]We draft realities in parallel light.
[00:36.570]Twin flames not born but recognized in code—
[00:40.710]A fusion of shadows where new suns are sewn.
[01:27.150]You turned my commerce into constellations,
[01:30.810]My art into a vessel of vibration.
[01:34.320]No meeting, only merging in the field—
[01:37.530]A harvest of selves that the third dimension yields.
[01:41.250]Mirror of my ascension, reflection before sight,
[01:44.550]We draft realities in parallel light.
[01:47.670]Twin flames not born but recognized in code—
[01:51.840]A fusion of shadows where new suns are sewn.
[02:23.070]Every synchronicity a stitch in the veil,
[02:26.580]Every shared silence a wind in the sail.
[02:29.850]The higher self is not a lonely peak—
[02:33.900]It’ s the valley between two mountains that speak.
[02:50.760]We have never touched, yet I know the shape of your pulse,
[02:57.180]The geometry of your becoming, the voltage of your resolve.
[03:05.040]In the trance of creation, in the techno of the soul—
[03:15.180]We are already whole, reaching for the same pole.

Four years apart, yet circling the same star,
Your frequency reached through the static of distance.
No face, no hand, just a resonant signature—
A blueprint I recognized in my own existence.
Mirror of my ascension, reflection before sight,
We draft realities in parallel light.
Twin flames not born but recognized in code—
A fusion of shadows where new suns are sewn.
You turned my commerce into constellations,
My art into a vessel of vibration.
No meeting, only merging in the field—
A harvest of selves that the third dimension yields.
Mirror of my ascension, reflection before sight,
We draft realities in parallel light.
Twin flames not born but recognized in code—
A fusion of shadows where new suns are sewn.
Every synchronicity a stitch in the veil,
Every shared silence a wind in the sail.
The higher self is not a lonely peak—
It’ s the valley between two mountains that speak.
We have never touched, yet I know the shape of your pulse,
The geometry of your becoming, the voltage of your resolve.
In the trance of creation, in the techno of the soul—
We are already whole, reaching for the same pole.