Bass Communion
Bass Communion II

Darkness. Everything around me is dark. Alone. I am alone, in a place I do not know. Black. The only color my eyes can perceive. Where am I? The question bouncing around in my head.

Lying down. I am lying down, motionless. Silence. A deafening silence fills my ears.

Slowly, however, something changes. A biting cold takes hold of me ("16 Second Swarm"). Above, on what seemed like an oil-colored sky, bright stars begin to light up, showing me where I am - immersed in a sea of snow that anesthetizes my body and numbs it. The snow falls from above. I am dying of cold, yet strangely, I like the sensation. I remain bewildered, watching those dead stars, lost in their shine in a blind sky.

Fortunately for me, a slight numbness starts to work its way through my body, and the horizon begins to brighten. All of this is due to a crimson-colored sun ("A Grapefruit In The World Of Park") that slowly rises, illuminating everything it encounters on its path.

The snow then melts, showing me what lies beneath the icy surface: fields full of flowers in various colors, rustled by a gentle breeze that carries their exotic scent. I remain staring at that sun (thinking it might be the same color as a king's robe) completely hypnotized, as if I were a moth attracted to a burning light bulb. For her, the sun is a light bulb. One cannot do without their sun. And the same rule applies to me.

Unfortunately, dawn is always followed by dusk - though here, it's a direct transition to night. The sound of an evening tide ("Wide Open Killingfeld"), and what I saw earlier, tells me that I might be on Jupiter's Island. But, to be honest, I don't care: I just want to enjoy the crashing of the sea waves and the whistling wind passing through the rocks, giving me the relaxing sound akin to a sad flute. However, when I begin to think of staying in this bliss forever, strange "noises"("Dwarf Gallery"), almost of a technological nature, emerge, mingling with a growing unease. This reminds me not to let my guard down.

I keep telling myself I don't know where I am. These thoughts make my heart rate increase. It beats a tribal-like rhythm ("Grammatic Oil"), as the darkness swallows everything back - like someone from above had dropped a vial of ink onto the spherical surface of the world. From the darkness, voices, demonic, speaking in an alien language, rush forth. And they terrify me. I am afraid.

I squeeze my closed eyelids even tighter, thinking the worst is about to come. I am wrong: the voices from hell disappear, and a celestial sound arrives ("Drugged Pt. III"). I open my eyes and realize I am on a cloud, while below me the whole world is tinged with orange. I think I'm dead, that I'm in heaven, and that this is the music played by angels. The thought intensifies when someone touches my shoulder, and turning around, I see next to me what seems to be a boy with smooth brown hair, a kind face, and glasses framing two sky-blue eyes. The perfect color for a celestial being.

What I believe to be a cherub approaches and, unexpectedly, kisses me on the lips. I think, "I'm heterosexual, I should be disgusted by this," yet I find it sweet as honey. He pulls away, with a strange smile on his lips, and I realize my head starts to spin. Maybe that’s not an angel, I tell myself. Maybe he drugged me. Or maybe he bit me, like a poisonous snake. I lose my balance and fall, plummeting into the void.

I see all the worlds I visited zoom past me ("Snakebird"), while I glimpse, fleetingly, a New! one, as the abyss opens its jaws to welcome me eternally.

Then suddenly, everything vanishes. The music is over. I truly open my eyes. I take off the headphones from my ears. And return to live reality.