Level 103. Madela — ancient warrior turned gardener. Her plants keep dying. She receives word of the irregular (Solara). Calls her crew of 4 messy ancients. She cleans while they gear up. ‘WE CLEAN.’
[Verse 1]
Level 103 — not a speck out of place
Every corner catalogued, every stone has its space
The dark does not drift here, the fold does not slip
Madela keeps order — she runs a tight ship
The garden is different
(plant seventeen — still dead)
The soil should work here
(plant eighteen — also dead)
Forty thousand years of trying
Every morning, same result
She plants
It dies
She cleans
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the signal came in
Irregular on forty
A The One who was not supposed to leave her system
Unsanctioned, unlogged, untidy
[Chorus]
We clean! we always clean!
Something slipped through the fold
We clean! we find the irregular
We file it, we fix it, we
CLEAN
[Verse 2]
She called the old crew — four ancients, still alive
Quade arrived first — knocked over six things just walking in
(four arms, you would think that helps — it does not help)
Rangor came next — seventeen beasts trailing behind him
She re-swept the floor before they finished sitting
Solvren opened a portal, something was cooking
(the good kind, today was a good day)
(last month he made something that ate through the wall)
Brome sat down and the chair was gone
Again
[Pre-Chorus 2]
She cleaned while they armored up
She organized while they argued about formation
She labeled every item in the room
While Quade knocked them off the shelf
One by one
[Chorus]
We clean! we always clean!
One The One out of bounds
We clean! forty levels of irregular
We pull it, we file it, we
CLEAN
[Bridge — Madela, flat and certain]
I was the finest warrior the dark ever raised
Then I retired
Then I found something better —
Purpose, order, the exact right place for every single thing
And that crew on level forty
Is extremely —
Messy
[Outro — march tempo]
Quade: ready! (three arms up — one is holding a vase she just polished)
Rangor: ready! (the beasts are already tracking mud back in)
Solvren: ready! (something is still on the fire — she locked the kitchen)
Brome: ready! (the door frame did not survive)
Madela: …I’ll sweep when we get back
WE CLEAN
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