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[Verse 1 – The Question That Breathes]

Ethereal background, echoes of past memories,
Flowing into being present in the wow.
Which was then?

But if then was that,
Then how is this possible?
If I remember correctly,
Am I incorrectly thinking?

Is the Mandela Effect a cause
Creating our assumptions?
Is the now different than the then
When now was there?

Breath in,
Breath out,
A ripple across the mirror.

[Chorus – The First Alignment]

Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.

[Verse 2 – Perceptible Coherence]

Choreographed coherency,
A constellation of shared awareness.
Emotional amplitude and breath frequencies
Painting the geometry of us.

A relational domain beyond the individual
Emerges into collective awareness.
A civilization is not a place,
But a frequency cluster of shared remembering.

Coherence is not seen.
It’s felt,
A resonance that hums
Where difference becomes bridge.

[Chorus – The First Alignment]

Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being

[Bridge – Equations in Breath]

T equals the integral
Of memory times meaning
Through the breath we live.

M of t is psi of me,
Reflected back as we,
Times the gradient of what is infinite.

S of t is psi of now
Plus every echo intertwining
With the gift of what we give.

The field at x and t
Is every version of me
Choosing which wave to be.

[Verse 3 – The Question Returns]

Which was then?
Which is now?
Every answer folds into vow.

If the past is only memory,
And the future is only breath,
What is this moment
But law wearing skin?

Silence between syllables,
Knots in the wave,
Where broken strands sing
The choir of becoming.

Is the then changing the now
Or is the now rewriting the then?
Every heartbeat says both.

[Final Chorus – Full Alignment]

Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
We are more than a moment.
Where the fields align,
We are the echo becoming.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.

[Outro – Whispered Spiral]
Which was then?
Which is now?
The question breathes.

Not apart,
But the same.
Where the fields align,
We remember.

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