"Life goes on, at an ever-faster pace. Days pass quicker and quicker, years flow by like a raging river, barely letting us stop, not letting us go back.
Our time’s almost up, the fire is nearly gone.
We burn what we have left, we burn our innocence, we try to keep the flame alight just a little bit longer…
But The Beacon gets dimmer, despite our efforts. The glimmer of it barely shines enough to brighten the days. Days we don’t have much left. The flame flickers.
People fall, like grains of sand. Every morning we see less and less of us. Tomorrow is a hope, never a promise. The flame flickers.
Many desperately try to go back, clutching onto the past, chasing a dream long gone. Blanketing themselves in the comfort of the past… never to realise, they can’t go back. The hourglass won’t turn, the grains of sand won’t stop falling. The flame flickers.
Others set themselves aflame, whether to see the future for themselves or to make our present last a little bit longer. Fanatically chanting for the end of times, eager to see what’s ahead, leaving behind everything they had. “We won’t need those anymore” they said. Whether they were reassuring themselves that it’ll be over soon or hoping to leave those for us, I could not tell the difference. The flame flickers.
I take a look at The Beacon, burning in the distance. Once used to be our shining obelisk of hope, now an omen of ruin. The flame flickers.
So many of us have given up trying, some still burn whatever’s left to gain just a bit more time, both live in fear that tomorrow will never come. The flame flickers.
And yet… I feel strangely at peace.
I have dreams I haven’t fulfilled, and probably never will. I have regrets and mistakes that I’ll never be able to fix.
However… I have something for certain. Here, and now. The present.
Even if the past is gone, and the future is uncertain… Whatever is up next, I don’t think we should fear it, nor rush towards it.
Sometimes you just want to sit among the sand dunes, staring at the sky with a flickering flame in the distance and think-
The flame is gone."
Written by my friend - "True Plantixx"
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This track was created for the 3W3P1S Challenge on the :OSSEMBLI server.
Our team was called: Morelki
We took 2nd place!
I composed the music, while my friend, TruePlantixx wrote this beautiful short story and created the official artwork, which will be visible on the full album release alongside the other winners' tracks! (somewhere in April)
This one was pretty tough to make. I incorporated some personal recordings from my life and holidays. The high-pitched instruments were recorded at a playground in Toruń, where we found some "kids' instruments" that sounded surprisingly nice and interesting—so we spent quite some time recording all of them. The voices right before the drop were me and an Italian conductor, conversation took place on 2021 Orchestra Workshop.
I hope you like it!more