[Intro: cloud forest rain, highland birds, a lone clay flute, warm and sacred, a grandmother's rosary clicking] [The Gift: slit drum and seed rattles, the flute melody gentle and healing, a low drone just beginning underneath] [The Course: the same flute melody slowed and bent out of shape, rattles turned mechanical, the drone growing, something sacred being sold] [The Quiet: everything cuts to total silence, no drone, no rain, nothing, an empty head, then one thin breath] [The Box: low truck engine rumble, metal creaking in the dark, many people breathing, a slow heartbeat that keeps slowing] [His Head in My Lap: the heartbeat stops, only the engine drone, the flute plays a single held note and does not resolve] [The Doors: the engine stops, doors open to desert night, a strange calm, the flute melody returns softly, almost grateful] [Swaddled: cold, glassy amber shimmer, foil crinkle, the drone sinks deeper, the flute melody frozen and preserved] [You Are Mine Now: slit drum returns slow and steady like a heartbeat that is not hers, the flute melody whole again but cold, still warm underneath] [Outro: rain returns, the rosary clicks once, the flute breathes one last thin note like air through a straw, silence]
