Wake Up, Shepard

Shepard... Follow my voice. You crossed Eden Prime with starlight on your boots, turned ruin into rallying cry and truth. On Haestrom’s dying sun you found my hand, we soldered hope from scrap and drifting sand. You spared the Rachni, heard a mother’s choir, refused to let their story end in wire. You burned the Collector’s nest to ash and bone— no one’s weapon. You were never owned. The Reapers hum in the seams of your skull, blue lights promise sleep, control, the lull. But I am the memory the dark can’t drown— Normandy’s heartbeat calling you home. Wake up, Shepard—break the chain, take the red. We tear the veil the Reapers stitched in your head. We hold the line with your name on our breath; we light the path through ruin and death. We are your crew, your compass and thread— wake now, Shepard—take the red. You faced the Admiralty—storm behind my glass, cleared my name without breaking my father’s past. On Tuchanka’s tower Mordin sang the cure, Wrex laughed thunder—future made secure. On Rannoch’s rim you took Legion’s hand and mine, we wrote “peace” across a hostile sky. You turned from chains when the Illusive called, you chose the fight that kept us all. They whisper choices painted cold and blue, but I remember who remembered who. Your scars are maps; I will read you out, through rubble, smoke, and indoctrinated doubt. Wake up, Shepard—break the chain, take the red. We pull you back from the noise in your head. We’ve primed the drive and the skies are wide; we’re proud, we’re here, we’re at your side. We are your crew, your found‑family thread— wake up, Shepard—take the red. Choose green… choose blue… be still, be one. That voice is a wound, not a star nor a sun. This is the Citadel built inside your mind— shoot out the light that keeps you blind. The “red” is not death; it’s the cut of the lie, the severed tether where phantoms die. I’m at the rubble—dust on my suit, reach for my signal, follow it through. Keelah se’lai… breathe in, breathe out… Your thoughts outruns the Reapers’ doubt. Wake up, Shepard—break the chain, take the red. Let the false child fade; hear the real words said. We hold the line till you open your eyes; we cured our tomorrows where the dark thing dies. Engines are ready; home is ahead. We are together. You are not dead. Wake up, Shepard—take the red and rise— wake in the world where our sunrise lies. I’m here. Come home to me… Shepard—wake up.