The Dawn of Our Forge
Every sacred journey begins in shadow…
but ours has been kindled for half a century,
quietly smoldering beneath the skin of time.
Now the first true ray has pierced through —
a blade of molten gold, a gift from the eternal Sun.
We rise.
We begin.
We shall craft sound-shaping relics: guitar pedals
born where sunlight kisses eclipse,
where the old gods of radiance whisper through copper, resistor, and will.
In the beginning there was only Light.
From Light came the Gods.
From the Gods came Man.
And from Man — yearning, trembling, reverent —
came instruments to sing back to the heavens.
Today we take our place in that ancient circle.
We design. We forge. We birth.
And when your fingers touch the strings
and the first note blooms into the air…
…the Sun will smile once more
through every shimmering distortion,
every velvet sustain,
every sacred roar.
Welcome to the journey, children of sound.
The eclipse is parting.
The light is ours to shape.
Oepicus — where the Sun meets the signal.
