divinity

Divinity takes place at the edge of the wastes of Arkyrin. Despite being set in the comfort of ‘real world,’ standing here it feels as though you’re about to fall off the edge into the spirit realm.

Massive stone arks litter the surroundings, drenched in strange sunlight. Everything seems a divine blur of blue, silver and gold. There is no smell, only a strange feeling of dread and peace stirring in one’s chest.

Incomprehensible hands tug and pull at your tired vessel, they want to take you away….

You know you must let them.

 Is this the end, or the beginning?

x

You are all alone, doubled over in a strange wasteland. It reeks of tar, ash, dirt and death.

Your mind is being wrenched in every direction and the sun above looks like it’s been put in fast forward. Despite knowing you exist as a solid point in time, it looks as though the sun is passing through hundreds of years. It flashes between light and dark, fractured and perfect, freezing and scorching.

Are your lungs working? Is your heart beating?

Shadows dart by in your peripheral vision, jumping out every now and then to torment you. You cannot touch them, but they touch you.

The gargantuan, void like structures which look as though they have been rotting for centuries begin to move.

God…. there is none here.

This is purgatory, and there is no way out.

chaos

This is where I end, and I begin.

Chaos barely has a vision, as everything I see is distorted into black and silver pixels.

It feels like being trapped inside an asteroid storm.

I can’t breathe.

There is a light, but it dances just out of reach.

I want to reach it, I’m so close, but I can’t.

dark flux

Sit through some lore for a sec dear.

A dark flux is something that occurs to Creatures of the Wastes, currently there is no record of a Dark Flux happening to a non-creature. A Dark Flux is a beautiful and rare occurrence where two polar energies combine in a vessel which then consumes it from the inside out in a peaceful way. This sends the creature safely to the spirit world. The circumstances for this to happen is often a creature being alone, forgetting its purpose or wanting to leave. It’s a soft or passive suicidality that one feels when they are just done in their current realm of existence. These creatures aren’t capable of precise cognitive functions, rather they run off experience and instinct. This may be why Dark Flux only occurs to them, because a human would just kill themselves, whereas the creature, who is more one with Arkyrin, feels and accepts a pull to the Other world. The sadness of the void combines with the peace of spirit, thus consuming the creature’s soul. The vessel/body disintegrates into silvery fragments, leaving no physical trace behind.

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This song looks like white brutalist architecture against a greying sky. Below the monolithic sight, hundreds of cloaked white figures can be seen partaking in an exodus. They look like hundreds of white pinpricks rushing in a slow waterfall toward some unknown destination.

Contrary to this sight, I see a frail yet beautiful creature staggering forth across a sunset soiled wasteland. They are fuelled by a scrap of determination soon to deplete from their weary frame. I see the same greyish arks from ‘Divinity,’ but here we are in a different place. The creature comes to a halt, shining graphite eyes turned warmly toward an overcast sky. Falling to their knees on the river of cool grey pebbles, face still upturned, they feel a comforting wintry bloom in the centre of their chest. Their grey skin begins flaking and peeling away, floating upward like burning paper fragments would. Slowly, their vessel disintegrates into nothing, and when the beautiful rot reaches their tranquil face, a silver tear falls and meets the ground. The wind whispers softly, carrying away the last remaining trace of their existence aside from the small wet stain that slowly soaks into a rock which lay beneath them seconds before. A cool home, forever holding their last tear in the tangible world. 

saint

Saint looks like a plain of rocks under a sickly yellow sky. A scarlet storm claws its way across the mutilated heavens toward a figure. They’re propped up weakly on their elbows, shredded black clothes thrashed in every direction by sinister winds. It reeks of sulphur and tar.

Perhaps the only way to escape such dark lands is to become like the creatures it beholds.

Gao’s verse is not so much in these wastes, and perhaps he has a vision of his own. To me, he is in an old English town. Plagued by the screams of the fallen, he lights building after building alight, desperately seeking to cleanse the evil within. The towns people do not understand. To them, he’s a criminal, a simple arsonist. They flock around him with crucifixes, stakes, and torches to usher him dead or alive from the town they don’t know he’s trying to save. ‘If they want a devil so bad, then they can have one’ says the glint of the eyes under the mask.

The end of the song looks like a crumpled figure snapping up into a standing stance. Battered, black feathered wings jut out of its back. Looking down half in horror, a pile of bodies multiply beneath them, drawing them closer to the sky above on a horrible platform. Perhaps the only way to atone is in death, perhaps the figure must join the bodies of the ones below.

The only way to escape is to become a devil of your own.

To be your own saint once again.

doxylamine

Doxylamine is a sleeping drug. I’ve been using it for quite a while on and off as I suffer from insomnia. I can never fall asleep because my mind is always racing with visions and thoughts. This song isn’t exactly about the drug itself, it’s about this city feeling like a sleeping drug. It’s constantly putting me to sleep, I’m always in a suspended state of boredom with my only escape being my own mind. Sometimes my only other escape is sleep. This foggy blue song that looks like my own bedroom is a cry of desperation. I don’t want to be asleep anymore, I want more, I want to wake up, I want to know my fate.

bad company

Fortune favors the bold,

Mortal actions never deceive the Gods.

Acta deos numqualm mortalia.

Fallunt audentes fortuna iuvat.

Bad company looks like the inside of a spacious cathedral-like structure. There are white marble statues ornamenting the space, and the cold floor is warmed by pools of blood flowing lazily across the marble. Daggers, cold eyes, glistening chains, and a deadly divine presence. A snake coils its way up the arm of its master. I see a vision of the underworld, it’s not as terrifying as one may presume. It is beautiful, especially beautiful in its destruction. One person’s Elysium is another’s Tartarus. 

rude boy

Rude boy takes place at Underground Level 7 of the Sylvim Underground. Plenty of illegal activity happens here including fight rings. Tonight, the final fight takes place between cyborg S3N and her opponent, the illegally altered Ramsey. It’s a square ring with concrete floors, and surrounding it is an arena of bloodthirsty faces drenched in neon lights.

The fight is brutal, like a cat playing with a mouse. S3N is completely unmatched, and she taunts her exhausted opponent with bloodied fists, feigning fear. Kicks to face, ribs, stomach, and back pummel Ramsey over and over, his punisher’s eyes ablaze with delight. This is what she was made for, and God knows she will act like it. The match ends in an eruption of cheers from the crowd, the victors figure a deadly statue above her motionless opponent. Until never, Ramsey.

k4lesia

Glowing blue liquid is poured into shot glasses, the rims reflecting the dizzying pink lights racing above.

Beautiful bodies dance alone and together, eyes glazed over and smiles drenched on their faces.

It is a perfect night.

It smells like a smoke machine, the thick scent weaving through a multitude of fragrances dashed on everyone’s skin.

Your mind feels like a million hands are holding individual parts of it and dancing with them, your hands are a blur in front of you and you can feel warmth spreading through your veins.

 This drug is the best drug you’ve ever done.

Kalesia.

ghost

Ghost is set my world. It takes place in a club within the Sylvim Underground where corporate members are forbidden. It’s connected to my vision for k4lesia, because k4lesia takes place in this exact club as well. The song is the story of two people fighting different battles, one is supposed to have been denied entry due to their status, and the other is a regular at this sinful delight. The only thing two war dogs like this could possibly have in common is loneliness. Perhaps for one night they can replace the bites at eachothers necks with kisses, it will still leave a mark after all. Under the teeming streets of Sylvim, the two meet in the comfortable darkness of this temporary haven, dancing closer under flashing lights and the influence of chosen poisons. Tonight, from eachother they will take and give, perhaps not so equal in exchange.

scarlet soul

Scarlet Soul is the tale of two enemies.

It smells like rust, blood, dirt, petrichor, leather, tire smoke, granite, rubble, and hate.

A massive, abandoned warehouse looms in a creature-like way in the dead of a stormy night.

Two figures face eachother inside the structure, lungs heaving for oxygen under unstable red lights.

Bloodied faces, sweaty hands, dark eyes, and guns pointed at eachother.

 In another world, one of them was simply looking into a mirror. Perhaps as she stands here, she is.

 The burning ember within the one across from Sen so desperately wants to be tended to, but will maul any hand that dares get close.

you made me

dead on the

inside

This song doesn’t have a very solid vision to it as it’s a personal one, it’s more of a feeling. In essence, it’s a panic attack turned to rage.

do what i say

Tire smoke,

Leather seats,

 Fuel …. and lighter fluid.

Cigarettes, expensive, warm cologne with a tonka bean/ leather mix…

 Glinting metal under low lights.

wooden beams

This song was written after I had a nightmare following a pretty bad breakup. The lyrics of the song tell the tale, but in more detail, I had this nightmare where I was standing at the top of a very tall, cylindrical structure. It kind of looked like a flour silo, and it was made of cobblestones stacked one on top of the other. Teetering at the edge I looked down and saw hundreds of wooden beams crisscrossed horizontally all the way to the bottom. By the silver light of the moon, I plummeted down with my arms extended out from my body like fragile wings. I chose that end in my dream. My body crashed through the wooden beams, battering me bloody before I finally hit the ground. As I lay there dying, I thought to myself that despite this horrific pain, this didn’t amount to the pain that you felt.