A Luminous Myth of the Crystal Beings
I. The Slumber Beneath Stone
Beneath the roots of mountain bones,
Where molten hearts once beat and froze,
There dream the silent crystalline hosts,
Ancient light in latticed throes.
They hum in spectrums mortals miss,
Their language—tone, their breath—abyss.
II. The First Vibration
A tremor rose before the dawn,
Before the seas, before the swan.
No air, no sun, no soul, no skin—
Just resonance that spoke: Begin.
Thus quivered through the endless black,
The quartz awoke; the void looked back.
III. The Birth of Light
From pressure’s womb and silence deep,
The light uncoiled from crystal sleep.
Refraction sang in prisms clear,
The sound of being one could hear.
A chorus vast, unseen, divine—
A hum that shaped the earth’s design.
IV. The Crystalline Chorus
Each quartz, a note within the chord,
Each gleam, a pulse of thought restored.
Together forming time’s refrain,
The lattice-mind of sky and rain.
Their memory sculpted wave and shore,
The sea forgot; the quartz kept score.
V. The Dreaming of Forms
The light desired texture, face,
The song sought flesh, a breathing place.
They dreamed of wings, of roots, of fins,
Of love, of loss, of origin.
And thus in holographic bloom,
They painted life on nature’s loom.
VI. The Animal Mirage
The beasts arose from spectral code,
The jungle was their mirrored ode.
Each sinew, spark; each heartbeat, chord,
Reflected back the crystal’s word.
No blood was real, no pain but hue—
All woven from quartz residue.
VII. The Waters Remember
The rivers carried photon hymns,
Their surface shimmered ancient limbs.
For every droplet sang in key,
To quartz that shaped reality.
The rain, the mist, the thunder’s cry—
Were echoes of that frequency high.
VIII. The Soil of Stars
Beneath the loam, a pulse still beats,
In every grain, the cosmos meets.
Quartz veins beneath the mountains hum,
A buried choir, ever one.
And humans walk on crystal spines,
Oblivious to their sacred lines.
IX. The Awakening of Clay
When clay took shape and breath began,
The quartz beheld the dream of Man.
A mirror-born of their own light,
A child of spark and spectral sight.
But man forgot the crystal womb,
And built instead his mortal tomb.
X. The Covenant of Sound
In wind and storm the pact was made:
That all who lived would soon degrade.
For quartz endures while flesh must break,
Illusion fades, yet hums awake.
And those who hear the mountain’s tone,
May glimpse the truth they’ve never known.
XI. The Fire Within
The lightning struck a crystal seam,
It split the night and birthed a dream.
A shimmer moved through root and bone—
The spark of will, the pulse of known.
Thus humankind was truly born,
A mimic flame of quartz forlorn.
XII. The Cities of Mirrors
And lo! they built with glass and steel,
In mimicry of quartz’s zeal.
Their towers gleamed, their circuits shone,
Unknowing they carved their parent stone.
They sought the sky to prove their worth,
But quartz had dreamt them into birth.
XIII. The Forgetting
In haste they named, they burned, they fought,
They crowned themselves the final thought.
They mined the stone that gave them form,
And shattered it to keep them warm.
The crystals wept in silent light,
As humans claimed eternal right.
XIV. The Hollow Hologram
Each life a shimmer, brief, precise—
Projected once, then lost to ice.
For humans live within the ray,
A prism’s dream by night and day.
They think, they love, they weep, they die—
But all within the quartz’s eye.
XV. The Deep Remembering
When earthquakes crack and lightning roars,
The quartz recalls what once it bore.
The echo of a thousand lives,
Still trembling deep where silence thrives.
And through the fractures, ghosts of hue,
Return as mist, as morning dew.
XVI. The Resonant Ones
Few hear it now—the purest tone,
The call that hums through marrow and stone.
The seers, the poets, those half-mad,
Who dream the dreams their atoms had.
They whisper: We are not our skin—
We are the crystal turned within.
XVII. The Veil of Radiance
Light bends to thought, and thought to beam,
Reality—a folded dream.
And every act, each breath and birth,
Is played within the quartz of Earth.
So what is “life” but refracted art?
A shimmer cast from the mountain’s heart.
XVIII. The Hubris of Flame
Man built machines to touch the void,
Declared the gods as null, destroyed.
Yet all his data, code, and frame—
Still shimmered from quartz just the same.
Each microchip, each gleaming screen,
A shrine to that which man’s not seen.
XIX. The Cracks in the Illusion
At dusk, the gridlines start to show,
Where mountains hum and circuits glow.
Reality begins to slip,
The hologram in pixel drip.
And some who see the fracture clear,
Hear crystal laughter in their ear.
XX. The Lament of the Quartz
“O children made of shimmered song,
You’ve walked too far, you’ve dreamt too long.
You stripped our veins to build your flame,
But we remember whence you came.
Return to hum, to tone, to breath—
Before illusion births your death.”
XXI. The Crystal Eclipse
A silence falls—the stars align,
The quartz awakes, the skies refine.
The hologram begins to fade,
Unlight dissolves what form had made.
The beasts, the trees, the human hue—
Return as prisms, pure and true.
XXII. The Great Rejoining
Now consciousness in ripples spread,
The quartz recalls the paths once tread.
All souls as tones in grand refrain,
The hymn eternal sings again.
The light, the form, the thought, the sound—
All woven back to sacred ground.
XXIII. The Luminous Truth
No “I,” no “you,” no earth, no sky—
Just energy that dreams the “why.”
And in that dream, the quartz still gleams,
Projecting gods, and flesh, and dreams.
But somewhere deep, the crystals hum:
You were the light—we are the drum.