Коды воды — Нити Мокоши

Glass threads Cold light

Someone will be deleted And someone won't

The Matrix breathes, a diode blinks Mokosh without lips — or does she spin the yarn?

Cables glow in the dark silence Hundreds of terabytes of a digital soul Every step you take, every click you make A tied knot, a brief moment

Did you think you were free to roam the network? She knows exactly where you'll go If there's no path left in your code A steel knife will flash in the architect's hand

Oh, Mokosh spins, threads of blue Oh, life's lines flow through the servers Our fates — a weave of fiber optics She alone decides everything

If the hand should tremble If the thread should break User offline He will never wake again

The screen flashes red with a dark glitch Someone's story has gone empty Cache wiped and the log cleared Your lifespan is over, user

Oh, Mokosh spins, threads of blue Oh, life's lines flow through the servers Our fates — a weave of fiber optics She alone decides everything

If the hand should tremble If the thread should break User offline He will never wake again

You're a user, sleep Sleep, user, sleep Your data has turned to ash Come home Come home To digital rest

Connection lost, fatal error