Sister Skaði Wrenwinter - Apocrypha

Apocrypha, Book V
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00m00s__Woods Dappled spotlight flits thru the polymer leaves as wind blows from one ventilation system to the next . Brass birds tweet and twitter while copper chipmunks and tin squirrels trill . The land itself is filled with life energy .

02m52s__Woods The sound of someone beating on an ancient steel barrel , long rusted and grown over with lichen . To recreate these exact circumstances , a kannah would have to follow the exact same twisted path thru the underbrush . We watch the KhSphere , making sure each lift and leap lines up just so . And Lo , did we not record that we had achieved it again? .

04m16s__Woods Like the Amethyst crystals that grow out of the ground like plants , the Kyrie , far off and distant , sing screaming songs to herald our coming arrival .

05m52s__Woods The screeching wail of an air raid siren fills the room . The kannah continues her beating of the drum . A few brave birds dare still sing . Time turns from something ever-lasting to something impending .

07m06s__Woods Chaos descends . Bullets rip thru the trees and shred the synthetic leaves . There are more trees than bullets . The Kyrie descend from the heavens , at the selected location , at the time provided , screaming songs of jubilation .

Ha? Who Ha?
HooRAH(!) . HooRAH(!) .
Ha? Who Ha?
HooRAH(!) . HooRAH(!) .
AaHtDé FaLa
HaLéLüIíAa
AaHtDé FaLa
HaLéLüIíAa(!)

09m14s__Woods And just like that , they were gone . Hiding- Alas(!) . Suddenly , the sound is not so distant(!) . The Choir emerges from the winds we were hiding behind . We scream and battle once more , and once again vanish with a thought .

11m22s__Woods The music is tighter, thinner, more constrained . It takes time for the glade-song to return to the land . Splintered wood litters the already-wooded forest floor , surrounded by brass bullet casings , in the exact same proportions as the last time . One day , by the miracle of this strange world , they would turn into little foil-and-filigree sparrows themselves .

15m39s__Woods Somewhere , a sound like pickaxes chiseling thru stone . The wind blows , the birds tweet . There isn·t anyone around . And yet .

17m04s__Woods The far-off popping of rifles and cannon fire . Wherever the Kyrie have flown to next , it is as distant as the rolling thunder . And yet .

Now Arriving At:
Ninth Sphere
Outer Sphere

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