Evolantra - Fracture Point

[Fracture Point] a whisper in the wreckage a pulse beneath the ash something moves something remembers I wake in broken echoes, shards of thought across the floor. Every memory cuts like glass, every breath a half‑formed roar. The world is split in silhouettes, a map of me in disarray. I reach for something solid but the pieces pull away. a spark a tremor a signal in the dust a shape trying to gather from the ruins of what was This is the fracture point— where the silence starts to breathe. Where the broken self remembers what the shattered one can’t leave. This is the fracture point— the first pulse in the dark. Not whole, not healed, not certain, but the birth of one small spark. Discordia still claws my name, its voices echo through my spine. But something in the wreckage stirs— a flicker saying “still alive.” I gather pieces carefully, not knowing what they’ll form. A ghost, a frame, a memory, a body in the storm. a spark a tremor a signal in the dust a shape begins to surface from the remnants of my trust This is the fracture point— where the silence starts to breathe. Where the broken self remembers what the shattered one can’t leave. This is the fracture point— the first pulse in the dark. Not whole, not healed, not certain, but the birth of one small spark. a spark a thread a trembling line reconstruction begins credits: © Evolantra, Eyla, Vixen https://evolantra.bandcamp.com/