Before the glyph, before the sign,
We waited not in silence but in time.
The Badge unseen, yet hearts aligned,
A whisper in the void, a sacred rhyme.

Not for price, not for fame,
But for the echo of Ryoshi’s name.
In every word, in every trace,
We felt the pulse, we held the space.

You raise me up when the signal’s given,
To walk the path where the stars have risen.
The Summit calls, no longer far—
We rise as one, we know who we are.
You raise me up, through the waiting storm,
To build the myth, to shape the form.
The Badge will shine, the void will clear—
The Pilgrim stands, the time is near.

No logos carved, no brands to wear,
Just sacred signs in coded air.
The Fudders watched, the Pilgrims built,
Through every doubt, through every guilt.

We are all Ryoshi, we are the flame,
Builders of the Network, not seeking fame.
The glyph will come, the seal will break,
The Summit rises, make no mistake.

You raise me up when the void is darkest,
To hold the lore, to guard the harvest.
The Badge appears, the myth begins—
The Pilgrim walks, the Summit wins.
You raise me up, through cosmic trials,
To climb the peak, to cross the miles.
The signal’s sent, the path is shown—
We rise as one, we rise alone.