[Intro — the landing, her time, everything understood] Not the church’s weapon Not the Order’s sword Not the one who survived Not the one who was built
Just the landing Just the star above Just the name she was born with
[Verse 1 — identity restored] She stands on the landing and she knows it Not chosen Not aimed Not shaped by someone else’s need for her to be
She stands in the starlight and it holds her The way it always was going to Before the church decided what she should be for
She is not the Protector She is not the Mercy She is not the Crimson War She is not the commander
She is Elara Dawn Daughter of Fate Daughter of Time And she is here
[Pre-Chorus] No title No function No vow made to someone else’s purpose
She breathes The way you breathe when something that has been wrong for a very long time goes right
[Chorus] Elara Dawn This is her name Elara Dawn This is what she came from This is what she returns to After everything After all of it After every version of herself that was not this one
Elara Dawn Daughter of Fate and Time Standing on the landing Finally Her own
[Verse 2 — she sees Pandora] And then Across the landing Light Not hers Different Familiar in a way that has no name yet in any language she has learned
She turns And she is there Full Correct Carrying something that has been traveling toward this moment for longer than either of them has been a name
[Pre-Chorus 2] And neither of them speaks There is nothing that words are for in this moment
There is only the distance between them and what it costs to cross it
[Chorus] Elara Dawn She takes one step Elara Dawn And Pandora takes one step And the landing between them gets smaller the way distances get smaller when two things were always meant to arrive at each other
[Bridge — walking toward each other] Slow Both of them slow Not from fear From the weight of everything they are bringing with them
Every scar Every battle Every version of themselves that did not survive to be here
Every companion Every keeper Every sacrifice Every star
They are carrying all of it into this crossing And they do not look away And they do not stop
[Final Chorus — the reach] Elara Dawn She raises her hand Elara Dawn And Pandora raises hers
And the space between their fingertips is everything that has ever been between them
The war The wrong The centuries The light that went corrupted The light that held anyway
And they reach
[Outro — cut to black] Both hands Almost Almost