Hollow Year Trauma [DOMS: ACT: 3 SONG: TBD]

[INTRO — INSTRUMENTAL ONLY] [FX: soft ash wind, distant, almost imagined] [Morin khuur enters on a low sustained tone, barely bowed] --- [VERSE I — MEMORY SURFACE] [ASHIMASI (pensive, bittersweet female mezzo)] Silk little fall, some ash flake billow Spice and char lace breeze, Mother, my Father are laughing, Brother crunch-steps past trama wrap trees. --- [VERSE II — DISTANCE & IDENTIFICATION] [Oud enters with isolated, widely spaced notes] Even now, I smirk at his smile then, I Ashimasi, he sees me, and kin-sister calls me. Who with-weathers seasons on-end and, together bears on our share with. Kin-twin who ever goes on to fail him, to lose closest confidant friend. --- [VERSE III — CAUSAL WEIGHT] [Morin khuur bows deepen slightly; tempo remains steady] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, female mezzo)] For Hollow year tithing, hunger rake carving, green years' accounting. Memory clings, still claws in, my hollow fill head. Would I were just stronger by slightly, Had hunger not sapped sinew, Were mind sharp as theirs were, --- [VERSE IV — THE ATTACK] [Frame drum enters very softly — single pulse every two bars] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, female mezzo)] Starve-bound assailants, set on upon us for vapor smoke tiding, by softest relent in ash blighted gale carried on tord them. First fell their laughing, Hasamsi and Farahi, parents who made me, too cruel to think on. --- [VERSE V — RECOGNITION] [All instruments thin; voice nearly alone] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, female mezzo)] So next did they sight me, and too I did notice Their hollow sharp features, trial year styling, wielding jagged-rouge chitin, Paint of my line, proof of our failing, --- [VERSE VI — PARALYSIS] [Frame drum drops out entirely] [ASHIMASI (distraught, angry, frustrated, fraying, female mezzo)] And I still, flush faced to pale, unworthy, Self paralyze, prey stance, shaking in place. Not bounding to action, no retribute rally, They struting with purpose, aloof to the crime As such would be my ending, buckling silent game-stock, hollow year's provise. --- [VERSE VII — THE BROTHER ACTS] [Morin khuur resumes with firmer bow pressure] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, female mezzo, bittersweet, self-loathing)] Still I saw other-self onset them, Laugh a moment shift to snarl rancor, No waste, no doubt just duty, Brother-twin bearing shalk-shell shard unsuited, --- [VERSE VIII — NUMBERS & VIOLENCE] [Low sub-bass tone fades in, almost imperceptible] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, building sadness, dissociative breaks, female mezzo)] Down fell first as easy as onset us, Fate is tend tord numbers favor, and more monster-kin of dun-fake shapes gathered round then. --- [VERSE IX — WITNESS WITHOUT ACTION] [Voice steadies; affect flattens] Still, still I still was... Brother, still, I see you. --- [VERSE X — AFTERMATH] [Frame drum returns, slower than before] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, female mezzo)] As endures and flays is flayed then, Who still stands, one on to next befalls them, mixes red line binding, on billow ash thirsting. What is in me still, primal prey sense fear. --- [VERSE XI — DISPERSAL] [Oud drops out completely] [ASHIMASI (distraught, fraying, bittersweet, broken, female mezzo)] Till last was scattered off, sure short lasting, crimson course traced out behind them. --- [CODA — BEARING ALONE] [Morin khuur sustains a single unresolved tone] Still, still, until I Saw what fear had left me, Brother mine, final kind, A tired smile upon him, Collapsed and panting, Our line out bled him, --- [OUTRO — SILENCE AS WEIGHT] [All instruments cut except sub-bass drone] Till alone I bear it, [Drone fades. No resolution.]