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Like a friend who moved away.
Category Music / Scenery
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Size 120 x 80px
File Size 6.92 MB
Our personal languages change – how can we interact? We become systems of information rather than agents of communication. Yet we perceive and prioritize, we feel and analyze...perhaps the relationship is the qualifying act and the mode on interaction is merely the sociological vector of interaction.
Well...perhaps your lake-language has changed...perhaps what once was no longer is...but perhaps in the absence of the historical norm new interaction develops.
Anyway...nice tones. I like the subharmonics. You have a cool ear!
Well...perhaps your lake-language has changed...perhaps what once was no longer is...but perhaps in the absence of the historical norm new interaction develops.
Anyway...nice tones. I like the subharmonics. You have a cool ear!
Well I decided to write something creepy while this was going~
I imagine this piece fitting well to one returning to a lake after years only to see it has dried up entirely. As you walk the cracked, parched earth and see the bleached skeletons of trees you feel a palpable sense of loss. As you gaze at the revealed features the lake once hid like all of its secrets are laid bare, you realize that your old friend doesn't speak to you any more because it lost the ability to speak a long time ago, and you were never there to say goodbye. The only witnesses were the skeletons of the fish. Huddled into tight groups in places, they were witness to the tragedy when the lake stopped speaking, and their hollow eye sockets regard you with silent accusation. How could you have left? Why hadn't you joined them here all those years ago?
You suddenly feel a cool wind, as if the breeze were blowing off the azure waters again, and you can almost smell the water. But as you turn to look everything falls deadly silent, the ground shimmering in the distance as if the water is still there, beckoning you. An involuntary shiver travels through your body as the sense of unease grows in the air. Only now do you begin to realize that there is still something here. But this is not the lake that gave you so many memories of life, experiences that were fulfilling and you cherished as you took them with you. The heat is unbearable, yet still you feel cold, as if trying to breath doesn't work, not unlike a fish out of water. Whatever is here now seeks only to take away from you. those it speaks to are the dead. Your vivid memories draw its ire, things to be drained away like the life of the lake. You are an intruder here, in a place that should be left to rest.
Every step feels harder than the last, each gulp of air thicker and thicker. You would swear the bones of the fish were twitching, the husks of boats following on the edge of your vision, riding upon the ethereal shimmers of silver that had to be mirages. Somewhere deep within your mind you knew that you couldn't let that encroaching ethereal water reach you. But this place clearly wanted you, stirred from its eternal slumber. Your ties to it were too strong to allow you to leave. There was no mistaking it now; the mirages were getting closer, and the boats were definitely leading it towards you. As you gasped and stumbled away you saw it reach one of the lower spots piled with fish bones, saw them begin to twitch and move before the ethereal waters covered them. As they drew closer, the worst part was that it all began to look more and more real and alive. The ships began to repair years of damage. Skeletal fish began to flesh out. The coolness of the water blew towards you. Panic fluttered in your chest as you felt your heartbeat slowing as cool water tickled at your ankles. You dared not look behind you; the shore was so close. Every inch felt like a mile as if this watery undeath sought to pull you within. The waters began to pull you back as you fell to your knees and tried to crawl, the coldness piecing to your very core as feeling began to leave you. As your body sank down into the dark depths of the water, you could only think of how beautiful it all looked again... As your vision faltered you suddenly found yourself on a boat on the lake, and everything felt right again. You could think of nothing but how you wanted to fish from your boat for what seemed like forever... Your old friend was speaking to you again like the good old days. Couldn't even remember a time when it hadn't.
No one ever knew what to make of it when partially skeletal remains were found near the edge of the dried lake. Buried beneath the hard dirt save for one grasping hand, impossibly fed upon by fish in the dirt that had been gone for years and positioned not unlike it was somehow swimming in the earth, no one could ever determine how the body got there the way it was. Dental records showed it belonged to the owner of a nearby vehicle that was abandoned, but the impossible positioning in the undisturbed dirt and obvious state of the body were impossible. No one's allowed near that lake any more. Some say that since people drained it in their thirst, now it thirsts for them in turn.
I imagine this piece fitting well to one returning to a lake after years only to see it has dried up entirely. As you walk the cracked, parched earth and see the bleached skeletons of trees you feel a palpable sense of loss. As you gaze at the revealed features the lake once hid like all of its secrets are laid bare, you realize that your old friend doesn't speak to you any more because it lost the ability to speak a long time ago, and you were never there to say goodbye. The only witnesses were the skeletons of the fish. Huddled into tight groups in places, they were witness to the tragedy when the lake stopped speaking, and their hollow eye sockets regard you with silent accusation. How could you have left? Why hadn't you joined them here all those years ago?
You suddenly feel a cool wind, as if the breeze were blowing off the azure waters again, and you can almost smell the water. But as you turn to look everything falls deadly silent, the ground shimmering in the distance as if the water is still there, beckoning you. An involuntary shiver travels through your body as the sense of unease grows in the air. Only now do you begin to realize that there is still something here. But this is not the lake that gave you so many memories of life, experiences that were fulfilling and you cherished as you took them with you. The heat is unbearable, yet still you feel cold, as if trying to breath doesn't work, not unlike a fish out of water. Whatever is here now seeks only to take away from you. those it speaks to are the dead. Your vivid memories draw its ire, things to be drained away like the life of the lake. You are an intruder here, in a place that should be left to rest.
Every step feels harder than the last, each gulp of air thicker and thicker. You would swear the bones of the fish were twitching, the husks of boats following on the edge of your vision, riding upon the ethereal shimmers of silver that had to be mirages. Somewhere deep within your mind you knew that you couldn't let that encroaching ethereal water reach you. But this place clearly wanted you, stirred from its eternal slumber. Your ties to it were too strong to allow you to leave. There was no mistaking it now; the mirages were getting closer, and the boats were definitely leading it towards you. As you gasped and stumbled away you saw it reach one of the lower spots piled with fish bones, saw them begin to twitch and move before the ethereal waters covered them. As they drew closer, the worst part was that it all began to look more and more real and alive. The ships began to repair years of damage. Skeletal fish began to flesh out. The coolness of the water blew towards you. Panic fluttered in your chest as you felt your heartbeat slowing as cool water tickled at your ankles. You dared not look behind you; the shore was so close. Every inch felt like a mile as if this watery undeath sought to pull you within. The waters began to pull you back as you fell to your knees and tried to crawl, the coldness piecing to your very core as feeling began to leave you. As your body sank down into the dark depths of the water, you could only think of how beautiful it all looked again... As your vision faltered you suddenly found yourself on a boat on the lake, and everything felt right again. You could think of nothing but how you wanted to fish from your boat for what seemed like forever... Your old friend was speaking to you again like the good old days. Couldn't even remember a time when it hadn't.
No one ever knew what to make of it when partially skeletal remains were found near the edge of the dried lake. Buried beneath the hard dirt save for one grasping hand, impossibly fed upon by fish in the dirt that had been gone for years and positioned not unlike it was somehow swimming in the earth, no one could ever determine how the body got there the way it was. Dental records showed it belonged to the owner of a nearby vehicle that was abandoned, but the impossible positioning in the undisturbed dirt and obvious state of the body were impossible. No one's allowed near that lake any more. Some say that since people drained it in their thirst, now it thirsts for them in turn.
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