The Mystery of 3I/ATLAS

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​The Visitor
​(Intro)
The 'Ear' is open...
Sagittarius drifts...
​(Verse 1)
Nineteen seventy-seven,
A hot Ohio night.
A printer scratching paper
Under the console light.
He sees the spike, the sudden peak,
Too clean, too sharp, too fast.
He circles it in blood-red ink,
Knowing it wouldn't last.
The Hydrogen line... a sacred place.
​(Verse 2)
The years went by, the case went cold,
A forty-year-old myth.
"It was a comet," some proposed,
"A glitch," a solar breath.
The strangest signal ever heard,
A ghost inside the feed.
We kept on searching for a word,
While the answer was guaranteed... to bleed.
​(Pre-Chorus)
Then, a shadow runs across the sun,
An interstellar guest.
They call it 3I/ATLAS, on the run,
It isn't like the rest.
It's not from here... it's moving wrong.
It's just passing through.
​(Chorus)
We ran the numbers, we checked the map,
We filled the silence, we closed the gap.
It came from the same patch of empty black...
Is 3I/ATLAS... the source of the "Wow!"?
Was it a traveler, then and now?
Not a message sent... but an engine's glow?
​(Verse 3)
It wasn't talking, it was a wake,
The sound of something fast.
A gigawatt pulse for its own sake,
An echo that it cast.
A silent object, pushing through
The static of the void.
It didn't know we heard it, too.
A signal... un-deployed.
​(Chorus)
We ran the numbers, we checked the map,
We filled the silence, we closed the gap.
It came from the same patch of empty black...
Is 3I/ATLAS... the source of the "Wow!"?
Was it a traveler, then and now?
Not a message sent... but an engine's glow?
​(Bridge)
A drive-by tone... a power core...
On a ship of stone and ice?
Or something... more?
The timing fits, the direction's right,
The calculations align.
Two mysteries that passed in the night.
Was it by... design?
​(Outro)
3I/ATLAS...
Are you the "Wow!"?
You're gone again now...
Too far to hear.
Just seventy-two seconds...
And a lifetime of wonder.