Today a new radiance is born,
A light that reshapes what was worn.
No site, no mere words, no disguise—
A living new chapter will rise.

Long ago, beyond the mountains and noisy cities, there lived a wanderer.
People called him Neonomad—for he was always moving forward, yet he did not search for gold, palaces, or power.
He searched for silence, in which the most important things could be heard.

Long ago, in a distant world, two mighty dragons rose against each other.

They were so vast that their wings covered half the sky, and their roars shook the earth like thunder rolling through the mountains.

Long ago, beyond the mountains and wide rivers, there lay a valley where even the stones could sing.

Not like the birds, and not like the whisper of the wind.
The stones sang quietly — you could only hear them if you stood barefoot on the earth and closed your eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a small boat resting in a harbor by a calm sea.
Her maker built her with love and taught her how to listen to the wind.
Every day she sailed out, discovered distant shores, and returned home carrying new stories.

When light descends into the deep,
the river bends and finds new ways —
yet still, against all odds, will keep
its water pure, as in first days.

When a name turns heavy, stone to bear,
the bird will leave its nest with grace,
yet still the song is in the air,
untouched by time, untouched by place.

Verse 1
At dawn was the breath, the light without end,
it flowed through the stars, a fire to send.
So Elyorai speaks, through each living flame,
in us He awakens, the world bears His name.

Chorus
Threefold light is flowing as a stream,
within and above us, alive in our dream.
Meaning, flesh and radiance — bound in one way,
Ellumary guards what no time can betray.

When mist has veiled the morning skies,
seek not the sun — but find the lane
where in the shade the soft light lies,
untouched by shadow’s cold domain.

When night has left your home alone,
leave on the sill a blooming sign,
the wind will carry seed it’s sown
to other windows, warm with shine.

Verse 1
Two great dragons fought above us,
dust was falling on the land,
people lived but never noticed,
how their hearts slipped from their hands.

Chorus
Our temples live within us,
their fire’s burning bright,
no winter storm, no shadow
can break them in the night.