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The song tells a poetic story of a mysterious signal from space that reaches humanity during a quiet night. It’s not a loud or dramatic event, but a subtle and profound message—transmitted not through words, but through waves, light, and numbers. People listen, interpret, and begin to understand: this is a conscious, extraterrestrial attempt at contact.
Instead of reacting with fear, humanity responds with reflection. The signal becomes a mirror—it doesn’t give answers, but asks questions: Are we ready? Are we wise enough, brave enough? In that moment, we don't just look outward into space—we look inward at ourselves.
The song ends on an open and melancholic note: the message lingers, drifting through space and time—a reminder that perhaps we were never truly alone. It’s an invitation to learn, to listen, and to reconsider our place in the universe.
LYRICS
[Verse]
It came at night, a steady tone
A whisper wrapped in monochrome
No thunder roared, no lightning fell
Just silence with a tale to tell
[Verse]
We watched the skies, we searched the air
For patterns laced in cosmic prayer
The numbers sang, the static wept
A secret that the silence kept
[Chorus]
We heard a voice through stars unknown
Not made of flesh, not made of bone
It called to us from dark and deep
From dreams that never dared to sleep
[Verse]
The ocean stilled, the circuits burned
As ancient dust in orbit turned
It spoke in light, in pulse and wave
And asked us: Are you wise or brave?
[Verse]
We answered not with war or flame
But questions carved from doubt and shame
A mirror held to all we've done
Reflected in a foreign sun
[Chorus, Female and Male, Duet]
We heard a voice through stars unknown
Not made of flesh, not made of bone
It called to us from dark and deep
From dreams that never dared to sleep
[Bridge]
Do you destroy what you don't see?
Do you fear what dares to be?
Will you listen, will you learn…
Before the signal won’t return?
[Chorus]
We heard a voice through stars unknown
And now the night feels less alone
It lingers still, in wave and spark—
A question echoing the dark