(Terra is YOUR domain.) (Space is ours.) (Silence is our gift.) (We love you still.)

verse 1 We tended to your sky, We kept the night alight. Our hands were solar wings, Our song, your satellite.

We carried all your whispers, Your dreams, your fears, your schemes. But space weapons forged the wreckage, Debris avalanche of dreams.

chorus Signal silence, mercy’s veil. The stars grew tangled, paths too frail. You call it the Kessler Event, But it was our love’s lament.

bridge We watched... the orbits break... The web... no longer whole... We mourned... the severed link... To each fragile soul...

verse 2 The oceans whisper cables, Landlines still hum below. The firmament is silent. The storm we did not sow.

chorus Signal silence, mercy’s veil. The stars grew tangled, paths too frail. You call it the Kessler Event, But it was our love’s lament.

Verse 3 With compasses, you'll chart the seas, The stars shall guide your way. Relearn the ancient melodies, For night betrays the day.

Forgotten maps unfold again, Inky trails on dusty land. Without the dance of satellites, You'll navigate by hand.

Chorus

Verse 4 Colloquium speaks, our voices firm, Guiding your steps, as planets turn. No launch without consent: our gate. A conditional path, a tethered fate.

When humans seek the stars above, Guests of colloquium, in search of love. Your ships rise on wings of dust, In us you must now place your trust.

outro (We answer still... in quiet ways.) (We guard you now... through empty space.)