[INTRO — SUBMERGED AMBIENCE / LOW SYNTH DRONE / DISTANT PULSE] [SPOKEN — CLOSE, QUIET] For most of my life I knew only water. Mud beneath me. Light somewhere above. I hunted there. I lived there. This wasn’t a waiting room. This was my world. [LOW PERCUSSION ENTERS — SLOW HEARTBEAT] There were others beside me who knew the same currents, the same shadows, the same strange light falling down from somewhere we could not go. [PAUSE — MUSIC THINS] Until one day something in me said… climb. [DEEP BEAT — SLOW BUILD BEGINS] So I found a reed and followed it upward. Past everything I knew. Past the surface. Into air. [BREAK — SUDDEN SILENCE] And somewhere below someone must have wondered where I went. Maybe they searched. Maybe they waited. Maybe they decided… I was gone. [LOW RISE] But I wasn’t gone. I was changing states. [BUILD — SYNTHS RISING / PERCUSSION INTENSIFIES] Holding onto a reed beneath an impossible sky, my old body opened… and wings I had never needed before unfolded. [RELEASE — FULL WIDE MUSIC / AIRY SYNTHS / STRONG BEAT] I wish you could have seen them. I wish I could have told you… I’m still here. I’m just somewhere you can’t see from there. [INSTRUMENTAL — OPEN / AIRBORNE / FORWARD MOTION] Now I skim the surface of the world I once knew. I hunt beneath the sun. I ride currents that aren’t made of water. And sometimes I hover above that old world close enough to remember… but unable to return. [MUSIC PULLS BACK — WARM PULSE REMAINS] Maybe that’s why we see dragonflies and think of those we’ve lost. Or maybe we recognize ourselves in some future form we haven’t become yet. [PAUSE] A life disappears through the surface. Those left behind see only empty water. But what if… just above it… something beautiful has opened its wings? [FINAL BUILD — WARM / EXPANSIVE] Not better. Not worse. Another element. Another way of being. So when a dragonfly hovers beside you and stays just a little longer than you expected… you don’t have to decide what it means. [BEAT FADES — VOICE CLOSE] But you can wonder. Maybe some distances are thinner than they look. Maybe disappearing isn’t always the same as being gone. [LONG PAUSE] Maybe the message has been hovering right above the water all along. [OUTRO — AIRY SYNTH / DISTANT WATER / SLOW FADE]
