Got another game fandom request. This time for a Witcher up against a monster. I had free rein on this one. I’m in the mood for some nitemare fuel for Halloween. There’s a quiet hum in the air, the sound of excitement. It rumbles the windows.
New request, new lyrics. I can’t help myself.
The air is heavy with unseen things,
A melody the silence sings.
A fleeting shape, a fragile trace,
Of something more, a hidden space.
Let it go… let it be…
Endless tide, endlessly.
Brave, but wise; she’s grown into her mother’s face. Not simply a princess, but a rebel who welcomes the arrival of the oncoming storm. Just the knowing.
I’m mentally traveling again. Running my hands over the leaves, feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. Listening to the rhythmic whispering rush of water that seems to settle the air and invite quiet contemplation. Taking in the moment like a good hug from an old friend.
Inspired by Koshu
The world projects vibrations and reverberations that sing to me. I listen closely and hear its siren call.
I chase ghosts down every block I cross
Halfway found and halfway lost
Every turn just brings me back to you
Like the echo of a song I can’t undo
A strange request comes in, so I’m on it. History whispering into an ear, guiding, “press the ancient button and reset humanity”. I’m feeling baroque.
Echoes are heavy, a ghost in the sound,
Didn’t chase shadows, I built solid ground
Four walls echo, the tempo low.
The past in the bass, and it won’t let go.
I purchased a few pieces from the miniature master book series secondhand for the joy of a mini book of art. I need a Barbie da Vinci in my life. Take that, coffee table books that no one reads. You don’t fit in my palm. Flipping through one, I feel a connection to Rembrandt’s pieces inspired by Caravaggio. I find myself recreating a story within its pages. I decide to combine two masterpieces to make one singular parable, the tale of three fathers; combining Old Testament with New Testament.
From the fear of god to the mercy of god.
“This — forgiveness — is the true sacrifice I require.”
Inspired by Rembrandt
It’s time for more surrealism to balance out all this seriousness. I love that one line from Pink Floyd, “We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year” and get a request for something along these lines. I have to do it. I start to think about the repercussions and imagine the fish looking in on the bowl. Floating in space, do they fret about the stars or those who inhabit them?
The currents are ringing, the frequency ebbing. Encapsulated in our own fragile container, a tiny drop in an endless swell.
Flicker of memory, caught on the screen,
Looped in a haze like a half-lit dream.
Static is steady, the low-end drone,
Sink in the rhythm, I’m finally grown.
