I was the last person to see him that day before the midnight train took him away. I was safe from the law, but what was I to do? That grotesque centerpiece in my midnight room. 
I walk in silence. Shadows bring a storm.

Victorian Key Sync

Gold chains hang from muddied low cut vests. Gold teeth in their unshaven faces. Loss, love, and how far a desire can push a person beyond morals. Gang members walk away from this bloody, cocaine scene.

Flies Hip-Hop Vibes Sync

Jazzy Feeling

Drunk. Booze soaked clumped sand at the foot of their leather flame brown and orange boots. Eyes tired, wrinkled,  and aged from staring at the hot yellow mass that hides when the worst of their outlaw deeds.

The Saloon

No light but for the violet, misty, glowing cauldron. The deep, echoing, damp cavern inhales every sound. Evil's dark, tired, vaporous eyes. Its scent. Its feeling in your throat and shiver in your back. Its crescendo of rising waves of mischief, sin, and trouble. A crooked, aged, wart-curdled finger slowly unfurls toward you as a sickly, wilted flower forced by an invisible hand. Is it me who...? Was it me...? Did I...?

The Ghost Sync

The warmth that only love can bring. Feet deep in soft cyan waters. Tropical fish swim around your toes as your hands dance and glide with the surface of the water. Smiles, hearts, excitement, adventure; all bring together calm, playful happiness in your soul.

Tropical Beach Dance Vibes

Part-evacuated, fast-moving citizens on a grey, yet vivid city street. New York city, now the concrete fight scene for the notorious Underground Viper and our savior Mr. Jet. 
They approach from underground! Quick, boy! Get the guns and follow! There's no time to lose! 
The pavement beneath them starts to lift. 
On with it!
Concrete rises and crashes back to the ground as the Underground Viper emerges, unearthing a wave of destruction in the road. Black and green skin tight suit with a snake shaped like a V in the centre of the torso. 6ft 6" tall. He even wears green eye contacts. That is dedication! 
I am giving you to the count of 3 to stop what you are about to do, Viper. You've never won before, and you're not going to start now!
Ha! I just so happen to have the upper hand this time, Jet. See, I have been studying your weaknesses since you humiliated me last time; it hurt. I have dwelled on it for years and now, without further ado...

They Approach from Underground 5 4 SPY SOUNDTRACK Vibes

Movement one:
Shallow breathes at the precipice. Fear of jumping haunts my breath, but fear of cowardice shakes me to my core. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other and down I will go. The vast beyond-pitch-black void shows a glowing, eerily beautiful purple phantom light. I close my eyes. The fear of the decision shivers my skin deeper than the fall. One foot out, roughly beyond the edge. The weight of my body can decide my fate. 
An abyss so deep I no longer know if I am falling or if I am weightless. 
Purple plasma waves crash and spiral around me. A hypnotic,  bioluminescent, lilac smoke dances before me. I let my hands sway as if conducting the dance.
Crash! Like a nostalgic memory of a vacation swimming pool dive, I am transported into a new setting...
I gently whisper with a calm and resolve in my soul; overtones of a child's voice upon my own "Father? Mother?". How I would love to be back with them and spend an ordinary day again.
By father's hand, I try a smile that belies anything other than my feelings of dread. The whole island is outfitted in colours, excitement, and worst of all; expectations. 
I look to the west and see where I truly want to be. White sands. Sapphire shores. I look up. 

Movement 2:
The pan flute yurts, the markets, the green grass that tickles my feet; they all dissolve, joining the ivory sand that warms and comforts my feet.

Movement 3:
Anger. Fury in his eyes. Fear in mother's. Something is.. Oh, no! What? Something is... slimey? Are my shoulders cracking?

BainesSync