The Awakening Of The Celestial Kraken(Long Version) Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Beneath the silent tides of void and thought, Where suns ignite and nameless stars are wrought, There dwelled a watcher, vast and lone, A mind of wisdom, carved from stone.

Not flesh nor scale, nor earthly frame, But light entwined in shifting flame. He dreamed before the birth of day, Before the cosmos found its way.

His eyes beheld the scrolls of fate, The turning wheels, the tethered weight— Of time's embrace and ruin's art, The fall of worlds, the hollow heart.

Then, through the fractured veil of dawn, A voice arose—a whispered song: 'Awaken, Lord of Unknown Lore, The keepers call, the gate's ajar.'

From slumber's deep, his form uncoiled, A titan vast, with power roiled. His voice, a river, carved the sky, A truth unveiled, none could deny.

The astral lords, the endless kin, Gazed upon the sight within. For knowledge burned in Kraken's breath, The fire of life, the end of death.

And once, before the world grew blind, He spoke—one truth to free mankind: 'Not chains, nor stone, nor fate decreed, But thought alone makes man be freed.'

Then to the depths he did descend, His wisdom left to burn and bend— For those who seek, for those who yearn, A mind once lost, may still return.