(INTRO - Soft. Almost a whisper.
The sound of a single acoustic guitar,
delicate and hesitant.)

 "There was a time when the world was kind...
When hands held mine,
when stars aligned..." 

"But threads come loose, and seams will tear...
And all at once—no one was there." 

 (The music pauses. A deep breath.
And then—the strings swell.) 

 (VERSE 1 - fear, guilt and sorrow in his voice)

 "Step by step, I trace the past...
Walls whisper names I can't outlast.
Lights still flicker, the echoes hum,
But I won't stop—I won't run." 

 (The guitar grows stronger.
The beat slowly builds.
The first spark of defiance.) 

 "They built this place on broken dreams...
Painted smiles, torn at the seams.
A shattered home, a promise bled...
But I will stitch it thread by thread..." 

 (CHORUS - THE FIRE IGNITES. THE DRUMS HIT.
He's not afraid anymore.) 

 "Thread by thread, piece by piece,
 I'll sew the wounds, I'll find my peace.
Even if the dark still calls,
I won't let them take it all." 

 (The choir rises. Faint voices of the lost
 kids chanting—humming, singing, pleading.) 

 "One last time, I'll play their game,
One last step, I'll say their names...
And when the curtain falls at last...
This show will stay inside the past." 

 (VERSE 2) 

 "Footsteps echo, halls stretch wide...
Faces watch with hollow eyes...
Fingers trace a bloodstained page,
Another life locked in a cage..." 

 (The strings wail. The piano shivers. A music box plays.) 

 "I should've ran, I should've fled...
But I won't leave them here for dead.
If no one else will bear the weight...
Then let it be my hands that break..." 

 (CHORUS - It comes back, but louder. Stronger..)

 "Thread by thread, piece by piece,
I'll sew the wounds, I'll find my peace.
Even if the dark still calls,
I won't let them take it all." 

 (The kids choir sings louder.) 

 "One last time, I'll play their game,
One last step, I'll say their names...
And when the curtain falls at last...
This show will stay inside the past." 

 (BRIDGE - The turning point.
The final confrontation. The emotions peak.) 

 (The drums fall silent. Just his voice, raw and burning.) 

 "I see the wires, I see the strings,
I see the hands behind the things..."
"I see the truth, the stage, the set,
The twisted script, the lost regret..." 

 (The music pauses. Just a heartbeat of silence.
Then, with absolute certainty—he speaks.) 

 "But I am NOT their puppet."

 (FINAL CHORUS - The orchestra swells,
the guitar soars, the choir cries out.) 

 "Thread by thread, piece by piece,
The final stitch, the final peace.
Even if the dark still calls,
They will never take it all." 

 (The ghosts join him. Voices layered,
a chorus of the lost—harmonizing, chanting)

 "One last time, I'll play their game,
One last step, I'll say their names...
And when the curtain falls at last...
This show will stay inside the past." 

 (OUTRO - The chaos fades. The storm settles.
Just the soft hum of a music box...
and one last whisper.) 

 "One last time... one last thread...
And I will see my brother again..." 

 (The song ends on a single, quiet note

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Elliot wasn't meant to be a hero.
He was just a boy in the wrong place at the
wrong time. But fate didn't care.
The circus didn't care.
And when his brother disappeared..
he had no choice.

Now? He walks the halls where ghosts still sing.
He picks up scarps of memories thread by thread.
He's not just here to survive.

He's here to end this.

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