Moonlapse Vertigo. (I Am Wind).
Sorry about that. I do not believe I made a worthy enough impression from myself. Surely, unless I have frightened you away, I would like to present a more proper introduction...
I am Wind. No…I am not the wind, silly human…I am Wind.
I am the touch that chills, the touch that rests, the touch that gives arousing, the touch that gives Death.
I do many things, and still do many things, not minute, not hour, but infinite things.
The Earth was my vessel, the Earth was my rock, that treasured Earth was the abode that I rocked….there I calmed the trees, I calmed their soft leaves, I calmed everything in the forest that breathes.
But one day, one fateful day, I came to decision that I could not stay…there was nothing for me, nothing to witness, nothing to count on, and nothing to see. And so what I did, is pick up my dusted mirth, and travel down to the dark depths of the Earth.
What I saw on that day…I cannot describe. Even the feelings…I cannot confine.
The sights were horrifying…the sights were obscure…but I braved them all to a silence demure. So why I am here? Why do I speak? Why must the presented setting be bleak? Hold on, dear stranger, as there is reason in all…I can only show you, but you have to fall. It is no place for the living, no place for a sound head…it is a very surreal place…but that of the dead.
And you, dear traveler? Yes, you, who else? You and you only, can see what I see. You and you only, can know what I know. The only way that one must do this, is to submit themselves to where the forgotten souls go. And once you are ready, once you are clean, once you have carried out everything, find me here, on this monumental mark, swirling about through Blackwater Park.
I trust you tonight, my trustworthy knight, to brave the dangers of this illimitable plight. But unlike me, you must start where it ends…The Moonlapse Vertigo is where it begins.
I am Wind. No…I am not the wind, silly human…I am Wind.
I am the touch that chills, the touch that rests, the touch that gives arousing, the touch that gives Death.
I do many things, and still do many things, not minute, not hour, but infinite things.
The Earth was my vessel, the Earth was my rock, that treasured Earth was the abode that I rocked….there I calmed the trees, I calmed their soft leaves, I calmed everything in the forest that breathes.
But one day, one fateful day, I came to decision that I could not stay…there was nothing for me, nothing to witness, nothing to count on, and nothing to see. And so what I did, is pick up my dusted mirth, and travel down to the dark depths of the Earth.
What I saw on that day…I cannot describe. Even the feelings…I cannot confine.
The sights were horrifying…the sights were obscure…but I braved them all to a silence demure. So why I am here? Why do I speak? Why must the presented setting be bleak? Hold on, dear stranger, as there is reason in all…I can only show you, but you have to fall. It is no place for the living, no place for a sound head…it is a very surreal place…but that of the dead.
And you, dear traveler? Yes, you, who else? You and you only, can see what I see. You and you only, can know what I know. The only way that one must do this, is to submit themselves to where the forgotten souls go. And once you are ready, once you are clean, once you have carried out everything, find me here, on this monumental mark, swirling about through Blackwater Park.
I trust you tonight, my trustworthy knight, to brave the dangers of this illimitable plight. But unlike me, you must start where it ends…The Moonlapse Vertigo is where it begins.