Sister Skaði Wrenwinter - Apocrypha
Apocrypha, Book III
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00m00s__Ruins Digital winds blow through husks made of sampled metal as a lone figure sits in the middle of a burned-down factory . Slow wind blows breezily thru the scraps of canvas . Time seems to stand still as the ground itself begins to sing . There·s nothing here but the ghosts and spirits .
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06m00s__Ruins Planes soar overhead as the land itself sings tension . Tho nothing changes , still , somehow , one moment feels different from the one that preceded it , and it the moment before that .
07m06s__Ruins An aura of malice falls over the area . Tho the wind does not change, the land sings the same song . And yet .
08m31s__Ruins Satisfactorily alone , the figure begins building . Digging up the old copper cables , finding the ones that work, building the generator . If we build it they will come .
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12m48s__Ruins The sound system roars to life . Deep vibrating bass comes out of dust-red speakers . It·s alive . It·s alive(!) . The figure takes a moment before the festivities to pray before God and be thankful .
14m55s__Ruins The Rave begins(!) . Crunchy snare meets with vibrating bass as the bridge trolls start to hear the sound from far away . They·ll be coming for miles around , drawn to whatever it is that·s making the land vibrate . Plucky arpeggiators fill out more of the sound profile as the incoming onlookers begin to get down .
17m55s__Ruins Sweaty and steaming in the summer evening , the partiers· reverie is interrupted by the far-off booming of thunder . Soft rain patters their faces . And then , the very close booming of thunder . With little warning , the sky begins to rain . Quickly , get the tarps(!) . The tarps, the tarpaulins(!) , the figure shouts . Cover the gear(!) .
19m12s__Ruins The motley crew of punks and psychos sit under one tent , as the rain patters the thick plastic sheeting . The sky begins to pour , a great flood falling from the sky in torrents .
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23m21s__Ruins Granola bar? . With little else to do , the party-goers sit tight and share their snacks with each other . Take this corn chip to be my body, and this cola to be my blood . The girls giggle . The rain pours, and pours, and pours , as rain does .
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