[Intro]
[Three piano notes sound beside the steady pulse of the restored blue warp core.]

[Verse 1]
The observation window is cracked near the frame,
A thin silver fracture like frost without flame.
Beyond it lies darkness, unbordered and deep;
Within, forty candles burn steady and steep.
No speeches begin while the names fill the screen,
Each face from a quarter, a lab or canteen.
The chief’s station keeps its quiet light,
A tool and a photograph resting upright.

[Chorus]
The void remembers every name,
Not rank or medal, wealth or fame.
The hand that held, the voice that came,
The frightened heart that stayed the same.
Though cold stars turn and worlds may change,
The void remembers every name.

[Verse 2]
A medic remembers a joke badly told,
A helmsman remembers two cups growing cold.
The former mutineer reads one engineer’s line:
“Keep pressure at seven. The relay is fine.”
Such ordinary words from an ordinary day
Now weigh more than orders the captain could say.
Buttons still shine from hands we still trust.

[Chorus]
The void remembers every name,
Not rank or medal, wealth or fame.
The hand that held, the voice that came,
The frightened heart that stayed the same.
Though cold stars turn and worlds may change,
The void remembers every name.

[Piano Interlude]
[The remembrance motif passes from piano to twelve-string guitar and then to a single clean electric guitar.]

[Verse 3]
The captain stands alone by the forward display,
A course home is waiting, twelve long months away.
The crew gathers slowly, no order announced,
Their shadows made warm where the bridge lighting bounced.
The first officer asks, “Do we turn for the sun?”
Then engineering answers from decks down below:
“The core is still beating. We’re ready to go.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Not onward from hunger, not onward from pride,
Not onward pretending that no one has died.
We go because knowledge is more than a claim;
It carries responsibility, memory and name.

[Final Chorus]
The void remembers every name,
And we will carry every flame.
No fallen hand was spent in vain
If mercy grows from what remains.
The void remembers every name.

[Bridge]
I cannot promise safe return.

We know what every lesson burned.

I cannot promise we won’t grieve.

We grieve—and still we choose to leave.

Then set the course beyond the chart.

With every absent hand at heart.

[Final Refrain]
No voyage ends where the map runs out.
No light is carried without doubt.
Love gives duty more than name.
No voyage ends where the map runs out.

[Outro]
[The full crew motif rises once, then resolves into the three-note remembrance figure.]

The candles went dark, but the warm bridge remained.
The cracked window caught one last star as it waned.
Then space stretched to silver, the blue engines shone,
And the ship crossed the frontier—changed, but not alone.
We carry the light.
