As her world goes to sleep, she wakes up in a life worth living
The stars are strange to her, and they shine with adventure
The people are unique, the locale majestic, the stories impossible to forget
Exploration calls her far beyond the horizon, she takes friends to a nation without a name
In the morning, she tumbles out of bed, like a puppet with tangled strings
As the dew ghosts away, she wears a smile, buckles a seatbelt, and her mind goes white
In her hazy universe, the people don’t saunter, the sun is fluorescent, the smiles are barren
Atrophy howls, pulls her onto a polyester throne of bad endings, and she lets it, utterly limp
When her dead world slumbers, paper lanterns glow, the smell of pine and chocolate in the air
She grins ear to ear in the periphery shade of an ulderwood tree, holding hands with a lover
In the distance, children are laughing, young couples blush, and elders smile thoughtfully
A voice calls her name, heads turn, a tear rolls down her cheek, she is home
The screaming siren of hell in motion, she swings at the clock, misses, her hand bleeds
Another day in another year pulls another thread, she unravels like a doll, dying by timestamps
Dark circles beneath her eyes give away the facade, but nobody ever interrupts the choreography
She wonders if they are even real. If she is. If real has any value at all.
She falls slowly, a cave glittering with a thousand moths, the ancient magics are strong here
The guildmaster shouts to her from the mouth of the cavern, she echoes back, “safe”
Into a cemetery a hundred thousand years old, a people who wanted to be remembered
Her heart thrums with excitement, her elven eartips bright red, months of planning and preparing. The descent begins.
She presses her hands together, lets them fall apart. A second or two passes. The lights hum.
Sifting through the sand she finds some promising news, and devours it like a starving dog. Not this year, but maybe next?
She casts her gaze to the image of a vr display, it clumsily reaches for something it cannot grasp
A phone chimes. Her computer plays a cheerful dirge. 2 more hours, and she can live again.
(Made with FLStudio, a mix of both Suno & Udio, and NI Komplete)
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