Radiant Abyss

This is the uncut version, with enhanced mastering to the original demo tape from 2023. No AI was used at any part of this production.

In the future we have perfected time travel. I stood in line to us the device. An accident occurred as I stepped into the machine. It activated with out a set date, time or place. And now here I am. Emily, if you can hear me, I'll be waiting.

We built towers to reach to the heavens and to shine our light across the distance. We raised to the heavens in pods made of refined earth. To test our metal and prove our worth. Let's examine our reflection and remove our consideration for our greatness. We are time, we are water, we are earth. You heard what was said, we are dirt.

Stop reading this... This is now. This has always been now.

We stared at the surface and began to sink. Further down the light grew faint and darkness surrounds. deeper still, we seemed to sink for ages. The pressure became immense and walls began to creak. I seen the tall stalks of bottom dwelling plants, a graveyard of whale-falls. Deeper still the muck kicked up and bubbled from the ground. The air froze with every breath. We all looked for our hope, but there was nothing left.

She slept for years. Then one day she got up and walked. She ran and leapt, she shouted with joy. What was death vanquished with light, shining life. We sought anguish, reeled for plight. There was non in the distance, none in sight. Nothing would rob here joy. No hell too deep, to heaven too high. I want to meet and talk with her. What was the mystery of her death, the secret of her life?

There was a video game made many years ago by PlayerZero Inc. It was an old black and yellow game where you play a flying heart that raises and lowers pitch to shatter object. My Heart Makes A Rude Sound has always stuck with me; even after all these years.

Who are you? Is this the wizard we were warned about? I don't like the air around this being. Reality twists and bends around this vestige . What is it doing now? Master of air, Master of earth and water fowl. This sanctuary is no place for the likes of you.

We all fall down, sooner or later, we all fall down. Those who rise up, must be breaking the rules. I've never wanted to fly so much in my life. And today is so much more the same.

Lines were crossed, the masses raged. The kings stood in lines, to enshrine the cage. We all had our turn to fulfill the people's wishes. The ballots cast to feed the fishes.

After the wars were fought and the heroes praised, new lines were drawn and flags were raised.

It all starts again and we think "what a pity" the poets sang and it all seemed silly. Does this mean war, Victory a repeat of history? No, said the wise men who had lived through the grey times and suffered the litany. It means less, it means more, it's not love it's not war. They held their breath and the temple grew chilly. The lights grew dim, and the choir sang...