In depths of time, a whisper calls,

Beyond the veil, through shattered walls.

A light forgotten, trapped in clay,

Yet seeking dawn, it finds its way.

The world is false, a fleeting dream,

A prison spun by gods unseen.

Yet in the heart, a spark divine,

Reminds the soul of realms that shine.

The Demiurge with hands of chain,

Would bind the mind in endless pain.

But wisdom speaks—a voice so true,

A secret path for but the few.

Awake, arise, O child of stars,

Break through illusion’s iron bars.

The Pleroma waits, vast and bright,

Beyond the shadow, into light.