Advention [DOMS: Act: 1 Song: 4]

Cyberscroller

Namira

Cyberscroller

dark folk, ambient, acoustic, musical

[INTERLUDE — Ashimasi’s Arrival]

[FX: fog swirl pads (low volume, long reverb), distant female chorus fragments with shimmer delay]

[ASHIMASI — young female mezzo, eponine-like tone]

“Over the top now, I see well the state,
this fog that rolls all on and over the bay,
I wonder where might they be now?
Which way did they choose, then?

[FX: subdued thunder roll, no crash; distant metal creak rather than dramatic metal sheet shake]

“That light and that thunder,
well surely that means?
Some are a center, so it must be?
I can't see their faces, nor number, nor guise.
Still path lies before me... even as hides
as dodges deftly from still sleep weighed eyes,
still no other aside me, alone I must try!”

[FX: muted cloth rustle; sled drag is distant and slow, barely perceptible beneath melody]

“Late for my sleeping— kept with that cold,
still not abandoned… nor forfeit my oath
I remember our lessons, straighten my stride
striving most duly, sweetens our pride”

“So they say always! I'm sure that it means?
Yes...this all is, part of the scheme! my persistent test,
to earn my place true, enjoin to the rest!
trials and tribules will fall neath my stride!
hallowed tradition, yore-guile will guide!
Till long and alas that, family once fallen,
begins to arise,  resurging to thrive!”

[FX: gentle layered whispers in stereo field: “Break… light… threads…”]
[FX: water ambiance subtly rises—lapping surf, not crashing waves]

“Not losing my heading? I, uh.. think this is right?
Ah, yes that... that's, I...
The sands are all new here,
from past year's, wait -- might...
this seems familiar? The way this dune wanders,
slithers out forth?
The path from my dream, surely it couldn't?
Why should it be? huh, wait. Voices?”

[FX: layered voices rise, then slowly dissolve; fogpad deepens into low harmonic bloom]

“Their voices, so close now! Almost caught up!
A few steps the longer...
No wait!

[Music becomes darker and stranger]
[Worry fills Ashimasi's voice]
The grains they are slipping,
my feet follow with them!
cold bay wake is spinning,
whirling me round!
I'm worried! I'm drowning!
Deep folds upon me,
drawing me down?!”

[DISCORPORATE VOICE —many voices, distorted, angelic, uncanny, happy.]

Drawing her down! Drawing her down! Down!

[Sound Shift — Whirlpool Descent]
[Sudden dynamic shift — volume swells briefly then collapses]
[FX: granular sand-slide + deep water plunge]
[FX: subrumble tone creeps in from below, with low heartbeat pulse]

[DISCORPORATE VOICE — distant, distorted, multi-panned low male whisper]
“Descend… descend… descend…”

[ASHIMASI SCREAM — clipped, echo trail processed with underwater filter]
[FX: thunder burst, followed by a single deep gong with infinite tail fade]

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[INTERLUDE — Ashimasi’s Arrival] [FX: fog swirl pads (low volume, long reverb), distant female chorus fragments with shimmer delay] [ASHIMASI — young female mezzo, eponine-like tone] “Over the top now, I see well the state, this fog that rolls all on and over the bay, I wonder where might they be now? Which way did they choose, then? [FX: subdued thunder roll, no crash; distant metal creak rather than dramatic metal sheet shake] “That light and that thunder, well surely that means? Some are a center, so it must be? I can't see their faces, nor number, nor guise. Still path lies before me... even as hides as dodges deftly from still sleep weighed eyes, still no other aside me, alone I must try!” [FX: muted cloth rustle; sled drag is distant and slow, barely perceptible beneath melody] “Late for my sleeping— kept with that cold, still not abandoned… nor forfeit my oath I remember our lessons, straighten my stride striving most duly, sweetens our pride” “So they say always! I'm sure that it means? Yes...this all is, part of the scheme! my persistent test, to earn my place true, enjoin to the rest! trials and tribules will fall neath my stride! hallowed tradition, yore-guile will guide! Till long and alas that, family once fallen, begins to arise, resurging to thrive!” [FX: gentle layered whispers in stereo field: “Break… light… threads…”] [FX: water ambiance subtly rises—lapping surf, not crashing waves] “Not losing my heading? I, uh.. think this is right? Ah, yes that... that's, I... The sands are all new here, from past year's, wait -- might... this seems familiar? The way this dune wanders, slithers out forth? The path from my dream, surely it couldn't? Why should it be? huh, wait. Voices?” [FX: layered voices rise, then slowly dissolve; fogpad deepens into low harmonic bloom] “Their voices, so close now! Almost caught up! A few steps the longer... No wait! [Music becomes darker and stranger] [Worry fills Ashimasi's voice] The grains they are slipping, my feet follow with them! cold bay wake is spinning, whirling me round! I'm worried! I'm drowning! Deep folds upon me, drawing me down?!” [DISCORPORATE VOICE —many voices, distorted, angelic, uncanny, happy.] Drawing her down! Drawing her down! Down! [Sound Shift — Whirlpool Descent] [Sudden dynamic shift — volume swells briefly then collapses] [FX: granular sand-slide + deep water plunge] [FX: subrumble tone creeps in from below, with low heartbeat pulse] [DISCORPORATE VOICE — distant, distorted, multi-panned low male whisper] “Descend… descend… descend…” [ASHIMASI SCREAM — clipped, echo trail processed with underwater filter] [FX: thunder burst, followed by a single deep gong with infinite tail fade]

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