Through death comes life, according to Adarcah Ianqu's audible dead: short in chapters, but inundating in its oscillating trek.
Dead, in fact, sets one upon a ceaseless, Stygian stream, riding waves that are at one moment gray, then violet and blue, welcomed by open arms, but punctuated by fearful ears and flooded lungs.
The journey starts with "thoughts", where one hears wistful murmurings, commencing with a pregnant nothingness that tosses and turns (an unsettled slumber?), cursed by an air of berating doom.
One feels so "alone", the chords soft yet cutting, and after a spell, anchored by organic chains. A greater emptiness invades, but it's not at all an emptiness if it coruscates a consecrated soul.
As one sloshes through the void, the dominions of the "darx" sing, creating a shrill trill that's alien but familiar, as if defining a comeuppance that one has foreseen from the time of one's birth, a path straight into the catacombs of one's finite heart.
One wails like babe, feeling frigid and "lost". In the wallowing whispers, one bucks, wishing to row backward, but the tide is too strong.
One's heart comes to a stop. The outcome is "dead", and here in death, the noise is more conciliating, numbing one's soul with a single, humming groan.
The violet and blue break back to gray. Will one be reborn only to die again? Only time and further listens will tell:
https://adarcaheancu.bandcamp.com/album/dead?fbclid=IwAR1RKHFc6DI6cTV7EwUtXavpUuDZfXYem6BN1i1trFoUUgyt-hzN0qLeuqw
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