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Goodbye
01:05
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Commencement
03:43
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I. Cold and black stared back the eyes of the creature looming overhead.
Their gaze affixed to the traveller, while his body lay frozen in mute horror, trapped by terror, naked beneath the slender foot of the hideous being looking down at him.
Through the mist above, the sky cleared to tranquil blue, the tremendous wind swirling clouds into a shapeless mass that moved nauseously, without sound, as the creature, feeling itself suddenly exposed, fled from view, vanishing into the distance.
II. Pushing himself from the dewy grass, the traveller rose on fawny legs, gazing out from between the growing buildings around him, buildings painted in shadow and filled with faceless eyes that watched his every move.
Soon his eyes ached against the dawn light ahead which painted the world in strange crimson shadows, and cast fire on the aching earth.
A piercing cry persisted all around him, fading slowly as he made his way from between the buildings, wrapping his arms across his body, he moved deeper into the breathless world beyond.
III. A catastrophic heat, emanating from the menacing Star above, attacked the man's fragile flesh.
His hand raised to shield his eyes to no avail; the world, wherever the Red light penetrated, was saturated in the miserable heat.
As his feet shuffled impotently forward, the ground below coughed up great plumes of dust obscuring his vision, while the buildings behind him groaned and cracked, as did his own flesh, and a final drop of sweat evaporated from his tired face as he looked forward ward into the inviting darkness of the shade ahead.
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Host
02:54
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I. Racing on feet scorched by the barren dirt below, the traveller bound toward the group of buildings encompassing the courtyard.
From the corner of his eye he saw it again; the putrid thing that had welcomed him here.
Its gray, leathered skin -charred by a lifetime of living in this arid world- the bulging black eyes, the gaping maw salivating with hunger, thin, lanky frame that held its flesh like ill fitting cloth, appeared and disappeared from view, as a twisted apparition.
II. The traveller, ducking into the nearest doorway, held his breath as he looked into the darkness where the terror lurked.
Through the shadows the two beings locked eyes in an immortal stare, the man's breath spilling out in a great gasp, the remainder of his body paralyzed against the haunting horror stalking him.
Darting forward the creature raced on all four limbs, gaining speed and ferocity before disappearing, suddenly, down some unseen alley, breaking the spell cast on the frozen man.
III. The traveller's fear abated as he followed his assailant down the narrow pathways, bending around the crumbling buildings, past the old iron doors which hung lifelessly on their hinges, over the crackling concrete, trampling the black flowers that lay dying in the shadows.
His own feet too slow, too cumbersome, the man quickly lost his target through the maze of buildings, and stood gasping for breath in the darkness of the industrial ruins surrounding him.
Surveying the emptiness, the man stood helpless against his sensationless surroundings, his ears turned toward the slow, churning sound breaking the distant silence.
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Procession
02:43
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I. The world stood empty but for the approaching procession.
Silent mourners cloaked in darkness under the bleeding sky walked silently but for a sound like rustling leaves at their feet, reveling in the ritual.
Some moaned in wistful agony, others turned their faces away from the shadows and into the heavens, still more fell to their knees, absorbed into the soft black asphalt.
II. The traveller moved cautiously toward the passing crowd, none within it acknowledging his presence.
A beacon of Red Starlight reflected off a long metallic tube at the center of the mass, urging him closer.
Hastening toward the casket, the man crushed beneath his feet the ashen pedals dropped by the mourners.
III. Instinct drove him forward, his hands revolting from the sharp heat of the metal, his eyes nearly blinded from the reflection on the glass viewing port below as he peered in and saw his familiar face amid the backdrop of a soft white velvet pillow looking back at him, cold and empty and alone, and in the shocking realization of his vision he sank deep into the void.
The void; warm, serene and unthreatening absorbed him and he welcomed it, falling deeper and deeper until the vacuum of the place surrounded him completely.
Here he would have stayed, falling until the end, without sensation or resistance or regret were it not for the powerful hand on his shoulder, pulling him up and away and out of the reassuring darkness.
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A Traveller, a Guide
03:07
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I. "Hello," called the voice in a deep, mysterious timbre, "do not let yourself slip away quite so easily."
The man peeled open his aching eyelids only to find himself again blinded in the red Starlight, feeling his limp body pulled from the acrid sludge of the asphalt as the tail end of the procession disappeared over the horizon.
"This light is not safe for us" the voice spoke "come with me to the darkness."
The Traveller could comprehend nothing but a tight grip on his arm pulling him toward the shelter of the buildings nearby, and could feel nothing but his body slowly resolidifying in the growing darkness of the shadows.
II. His vision slowly returning, the man began to make out the details of the blurred figure clutching him; coarse white hair that flowed down and over the exaggeratedly large body, covering it completely, thick legs bent forward sharply at the knees holding the figure at a towering height, with equally long arms powering gnarled ancient hands at their ends, and atop it all, hidden in the alien face, were the caring eyes of a savior.
The voice chuckled to itself as if reading the Traveller's thoughts, "I am not your savior," it boomed, "I am only a Guide, and you and I have far to go before our time comes to an end.
The Traveller could say nothing from his ornamental mouth, pleading desperately with only his eyes as he looked upward into the Guide's face.
III. "I cannot," the face replied kindly, "only the Queen," it continued as it nodded toward a distant, unseen destination "she will have the answers you seek."
In the deep voice hid a kindness and concern for the Traveller, who clung to one of the giant white arms for comfort and guidance, receiving both as the hulking figure moved forward, raising his hand to the world ahead.
"Watch the light" the Guide spoke, "see how it vanishes into the shadows." and the pair stood gazing into the dying day around them, huddled together for protection, for neither could survive this world now without the other, the Guide peering down at the Traveller and speaking with soft assurance said, "We will move safer in the night."
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Dusk Settles
04:18
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I. As the glowing Red Star dripped slowly toward its resting place, leveling with the horizon, the world's shadow shifted and elongated into strange patterns.
"Keep to the darkness" reminded the Guide as the pair moved, dodging what little patches of day remained as they shuffled cautiously through the decaying city.
"We have far to go before the next daybreak, before it's too late." the Guide said cryptically, his large hand gripping tightly around the Traveller's frail arm as he coaxed his reticent ward gently onward.
II. Slowly the air cooled, drawing up a gentle mist from the earth, covering the path ahead in hazy uncertainty.
Above, the sky turned to night, black and unending, the Star vanishing from view, replaced by its partner, the blood red Moon with the two wanderers straining their eyes to see into the piercing darkness of the path ahead.
On the cool night air the Traveller smelled a familiar scent, ancient and welcoming, the Guide smiling down at him, pushed his own nose further into the approaching breeze and spoke with a satisfied grin, "The sea.", his eyes smiled as he spoke, and at his urging the pair ventured forward with childlike abandon toward the crashing waves that could be heard gently calling on the night air, deeper into the cool fog surrounding them, into the glowing strobe of pale light ahead.
III. In the near distance, just beyond the blanket of fog under which they moved, a street lamp flickered, attempting vainly to illuminate the growing darkness around it, but succeeding only in mutilating the shadows beneath, especially that of the anguishing being on the street below.
The creature, so familiar now to the man, let out a piercing cry, falling to all four spindly limbs and bearing its charcoal black tongue, it's large black eyes, now flooded with fear and panic raised toward the approaching Traveller, who returned it's stare, catching its gaze and refusing to look away even as the ailing thing lunged pathetically toward him.
The Guide made no effort to stop the man as he stepped cautiously forward and embracing the nauseating fear that encompassed him, swallowing hard against it, he moved closer until he was but a few feet from his terror so that his vision was filled with it, its pungent aroma overpowering the salty air, even the taste of it coated his tongue, acidic and putrid, as he stood, watching the miserable creature's final agony.
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Parasite
03:10
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I. Gently, the guide pulled the inquisitive Traveller away, back into the protection of the fog, a safe distance from the scene playing out beneath the lamp, speaking softly into the man's ear "It is in the death throws."
Again the creature cried out, this time louder, from a deeper, more visceral place than before, its entire body twisting into a convulsion of pain.
Breathing heavily, it fell with one final moan toward the road, its body thudding against the solid ground, black tar pouring from its mouth as its back arched mountainously upward.
II. Everything else grew silent, the sea breeze dying, the streetlight flickering more intensely as if sensing the gravity of what unfolded below it.
A sound like cracking thunder radiated through the thick air away from the creature's back as it rose into a final gruesome arch, and the suffering thing let out its last, painfully muted cry.
Crumpled, lifeless, the Host lay motionless on the street but for a strange stirring in its back where now a great chasm like a canyon opened, steam rising from it and mixing with the night fog.
III. Both the Traveller and Guide watched in awed silence the grotesque birth of the new thing which crawled slowly from the tarry opening in the Host's back.
Gelatinous, in a thin translucent skin so that every small inner working could be made out, the blob moved glacially, with no obvious form of locomotion, away from the husk of its womb and onto the street, paying no mention to the witnesses of its birth, it oozed silently, carrying itself into the infinite darkness of the night.
"The Parasite..." the Guide spoke softly, the Traveller hearing the first quiver of fear in the words, "I did not expect it so soon" There was hesitation as the Guide searched for answers, "Our time grows short, move quickly!"
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Lunar Sea
04:33
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I. The Traveller followed closely behind the Guide who moved cautiously beyond the gruesome scene, past the lifeless, frail body of the Host as it disappeared, sinking helplessly into the soft asphalt.
The pair walked until the distant sound of waves grew near and they could taste the salty air and see the masts of a great ship heaving on the waters ahead of them.
The ship floated upon the great inland sea, on whose distant shore the lights of the Queen's city glowed in the pitch black sky, "There," the Guide said enthusiastically as he stretched out a curled finger, "She is waiting."
II. Moving quickly down the dock and up the gangplank, the two boarded the rickety wooden vessel, the ship's crew moving efficiently around them, all but ignoring their only two passengers.
As the Traveller set foot onto the shiny blonde wood of the ship's main deck, the moors were released and the wooden beast heaved forward to the open water as the faceless crew of sailors began their chanty:
"We Men upon the sea, sailing, sailing! No longer a life to be into the end. Call thee, calm-ly under the Azure of infinite nature and I see a life for me, under the stars!"
In the distance a new sound caught the Traveller's ear, soft and melodic it rose above the seawave song, over the sailor's chant, reverberating through the man's bones as it pulled him closer to the edge, endlessly closer until he found himself falling again, through the mist upon the water and down through the crashing waves.
III. "No!" the guide called as he reached out to stop the man's fall, "Wait!" but it was too late as he saw the man's body crash into the murky waters.
Submerged completely, the man could hear the sirene song fade into the distance as he pushed his body forward against the savage attack of the chilling sea, the last fragments of his humanity shed away, drifting lifelessly to the distant seabed.
Rising above the waves, reborn from the depths, the man turned to see the ship disappear into a wall of fog and heard the fading chant of the sailors mixing with the distant call of the Guide, "...find me..." the voice cried broken over the waves, "...the city!" before it and the ship disappeared from view, leaving the man alone in the darkness.
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Le Café Trou Noir
03:04
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I. Stripped clean as never before, the Traveller stepped from the crashing waves, his body aching from the struggle with the sea.
Stretching his muscles against the cold night air, he lumbered further ashore.
Ahead of him the fog cleared and from it emerged the gateway to the Queen's city, to his right lay a small dilapidated building, belonging nowhere, yet existing all the same in the desert that stretch infinitely beyond.
II. Moving toward the old structure, the Traveller strained his eyes to see inside the large shimmering windows, watching as a faded reflection within moved toward him.
Obscenity marked the reflection's body; its skin smooth and milky white in the pale Red Moon light, a toothless mouth hung open on it's strained face, begging to speak, while two black featureless eyes set wide apart stared deep into the Traveller's own.
The two strange beings reached out cautiously to touch each other through the glass, moving in perfect unison as the wind grew to a howling gale.
III. The air grew thin, pulling the Traveller away from his reflection and toward the gaping maw in the sky where the Moon had been moments before.
Wrenching anything not secured firmly to the earth, the swirling hole began to feed on the remnants of the world beneath it.
The Traveller, with what little strength he could muster, held fast to the iron doorway of the old building as the storm grew stronger, until he could no longer bear the force and opened his empty mouth in a muted scream, the air sucked out from within, consuming his body in a cloud, and dissipating in the night as he collapsed onto the unforgiving pavement.
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remsburg California
William has been creating music since he first sat down at a keyboard at the age of 11. Since then, he has explored numerous genres, from classical to spoken word, rock and jazz. To try and describe his work in one word would be, as he puts it, "impossible at this point." ... more
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