lyrics: 
Consciousness is the brush,
and reality the canvas.
Every thought, a stroke of color;
every feeling, a ripple of light.

We walk through the world not only as witnesses
but as sculptors of its form.
The tree outside bends with the wind—
yet it also bends with the stories
we whisper into its silence.

A glance can turn stone into sanctuary,
a word can soften steel into song.
What is “real” trembles in the air,
changing shape in the heat of attention.

Consciousness does not simply look upon the world—
it breathes it into newness,
reshaping the stars into patterns
that only human eyes dare to dream.

Reality is not fixed,
it is a mirror of our awareness,
forever shimmering,
forever altered
by the way we choose to see.

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