Style: Dark ambient with haunting female vocals
Primary Emotions/Themes: Like witnessing the world slowly decay in front of you in slow motion... all the while you are drowning and there is nothing you can do to stop either
Thoughts: I find myself waking in an unfamiliar place. The walls are dank with ages of mold and mildew build up. I have a distinct sensation of floating, yet I am completely grounded. I feel like I cannot breathe, yet I feel my breath with every movement of my lungs. I feel like I am stagnant, yet the world moves around me.
I will myself to move, yet the world resists me. Every action I take is met by an opposite reaction. I am forced to bend this place to my will, yet even then I move at a snails pace. Every footstep reverberates around the entire world and then implodes as if it were never there.
I feel an absolute sense of loneliness, yet I have this feeling I am being watched. The world distorts itself around me like I am some invasive species, it is trying to reject my presence here... yet I persist.
The only comfort I have is the distant echo of a gentle female voice. I try to reach it, yet it feels like the closer I get to the source the further away it moves from me. Try as I may I struggle against everything that this world has, yet I am not tired. I feel as fresh as the day I was born.
This is the world of Demen and the poison of its Nektyr.
Written July 29th 2024
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