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There are no heroines to save and bring back from an underwater world. There's no epicness, nor pompous symphony orchestras. We are far from the triumphs of "Hymn to the Immortal Wind." The ending will be far from a Hollywood blockbuster.
Light struggles to filter through. It's a realm where everyone's eyes must learn to navigate through the darkness.
The sweet preamble "Where I am" cruelly misleads the ears of the unaware listener, who will soon be transported into a harsh and long journey towards barren and unknown lands, where life ceased eons ago. There are only ruins, deserts, tombstones, and mud. Black crows, like stern guardians, scrutinize the landscape below from above.
"Com(?)" is just the beginning of the end. We are already at the closing credits of civilization. Lifeless, yet intact bodies roll towards nothingness, drawn by something terrifying. Only dumps of metal scraps and pieces of flesh for miles. Torn from their loved ones, torn from their daily lives. A test of physical and psychological endurance to pain. The same sensation experienced while listening to the interminable noise tail. The threshold of endurance will be surpassed; defeat is already in the mouth of the firmament. "Halo" is just a deceitful illusion of lifeblood.
In the distance, a bell tower can be seen with what remains standing of a Gothic chapel. A feral requiem can be heard. Lugubrious, in poor taste, yet reassuring. Hope will no longer be a trap. The (un)conscious acceptance that our wills have been nullified. We have been transported elsewhere before being disintegrated.
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