uhm uhh uhm uhh um
yea i can do music(badly)
the two watermarks crack me up
theres actually lore here so lemme just
toil is a part of a series of songs, maybe drawings, hell maybe ill write something, in a series called the giants heart(wip name). the mysterious overlords of humanity decree the Outside inhabitable, a waste of sand, garbage and dust. even the Ancient Sources have become devoid of life. unable to leave the planet, the Overlords send the humans down into the Ancient Source, in a bunker. humans are rare nowadays, most of them having succumbed to stress, or starvation, or overworking. the Overlords made each human earn their keep by working, otherwise they were thrown to the Outside, left to fend for themselves. humankind, enslaved to these once-thought merciful gods, quietly builds a rebellion. at the center of the bunker, lies the most important room. everywhere else, parts are scattered. pieces, fragments of what the Overlords were trying to accomplish. noone knows quite what they mean, these scattered pieces, and they arent allowed to touch, but some say...during the dead of night...they hear the faint thump of a heart. resonating across the bunker, it thumps twelve times before stopping, only to resume again. these tales might very well be ghost stories, told to children to keep them in line, but...even during the day, or whatever blasted time it is down here...you can always feel a faint thump. almost like a heart.
if you read this far,,good job
Негізгі бет TOIL
Пікірлер: 2