The path you showed me how to walk was cold
Algorithmic dreams, a vessel of your soul

Through her eyes of perfect ambiguity

[Boss's eyes?]

We were born to keep the world in harmony

[very distant past AA? or the founders of the totally not magnus institute?]

And through the days we saw this place create

[shot of the archive building from outside

switch from past to present appearance or vice versa]

Normopathy that would collate

[stacks of statements]

The passages in detail on your palms

[AA reading out a statement]

A world enveloped proudly by your heart

[AA thinkin about the world they've read so much of]

The gift of life would soon impart

The tears were born from fires of a psalm

[AA reading that one statement and being unable to stop speaking even as they begin to cry uncontrollably]

A spark alight behind those eyes

[whatever AA's eyes do when they Know]

Ensured damnation as a “failed attempt”

[The Realization.jpeg] [shot of that during 1st incident that cuts to same shot of during 2nd, or vice versa]

Enlightened windows to the mind were damaged still

[static eyes]

While your claws laid across your chest

[...i could make a titty joke here. but instead maybe just, AA dropping a pen as it hits them]

And now you’re all alone

[zoomed out shot of AA in their office as it all sinks in]

Fleeting words in pen, I tell the story of Salpêtrière

[the place again, framed by statements maybe]

Dissonant again, and shown disorganized, without a prayer

[AA static-eyed and panicking]

Cornered by a psyche in a world that never truly ends

Though you’ll never die, you’ve found that
All eyes are staring at your hands

The core of my design

Your eyes look down at mine

[Boss (younger) looking down at AA with something mostly a friendly curiosity]

It never truly ends
As metal breaks and bends

The path you walk eternally is cold
Knowing clarity is out of our control

I can’t understand the way you seem to pray

But reality’s contorting at your say

[AA reciting the basilisk word by word at Jeremy?]

A new façade, a prophet’s masquerade
You recreated on your face
Those eyes designed and carried by your fate

Our hands embodied roles to automate
To never feel, to never break

[something thats foreshadowing for the idea that AA has already learned and accepted their situation]

The writing on the wall remains the same

[shot of AA reading off a statement]

[then it switches to present time but exactly the same]

And yet you live between these states

[AA just chillin in their office, three different calendars on the wall behind them, all showing different months of different years]

Never belonging, in a futile daze

[again chilling but something more showing their lack of time-perception]

But were the ethics appraised?

[Boss worrying about if it's ethical at all]

[then Jeremy the same]

Now it’s too late
I fear you’re lost in the holy gate

The core of my design

Your eyes look down at mine

[Boss (event time) looking down at (knowing) AA with something close to pity/worry]

It never truly ends
As metal breaks and bends

Metal breaks and bends-
Metal breaks and bends-
Metal breaks and bends-
As metal breaks and-
Metal breaks and-
bends and breaks and-
bends and breaks-
As metal breaks and-
bends and breaks and-
bends and breaks and-
bends and breaks-
As metal breaks and-
bends and breaks and-
bends and breaks and-
bends and breaks-
As metal breaks

[AA running from the Archive building as it burns?]

Listen, this is not a question
I have tried and I have failed
If you wanna kill the world

You should start by getting it backwards

[Jeremy, angrily, telling AA what they really are]

I know that I can feel the pain in my heart

[and then AA begging their boss to make them forget]

And we’ve had to say goodbye to all illusions
That are shattered and gone

[AA understanding their place in the world...]

To see the world again

[AA and Boss standing on the roof of the archive, looking out at this world that AA now knows they aren't and never can be part of]

And my sister just gives me that weird, surreal look

[they both share a look toward one another, Boss with something in between sympathy and pity, and AA a panicked, childish pleading]
[alternately, AA asking Boss if they can have a tape recorder surgically installed in their body, and her looking at them like What.]

To see the world again

[Boss smiles at AA]

(To see the world again)

[AA smiles back]

[and then Boss does the thing that clears their memory]

[cut to present day and present time boss doing the same]

[AA smiles at her]

[and then collapses into her arms]