TRACKS:
00:02 — [unreleased] theory of life
00:36 — trickfoolery level one main theme
01:09 — HENchman main theme
01:25 — GUACUCO OST (a seashell elegy)
01:54 — neon ramen
02:34 — [unreleased] sunrise over snowfall

2023.11.29 demo reel

Beaten

The original idea came about after binge-watching Firefly and having Space & Western themes on my mind. This (whatever it is) is what came to exist as a result.

Space Western

Part of an entry to Lone Rabbit's OST Composing Jam: Crunchtime 03

Art by @xin_cere.art

Hallowed Silver

Song of Flames and Steel

A Sterling Job!

Inner Experience

A soundtrack for World of Memory, an imaginary game!

After the loss of a beloved relative, you dive headfirst into the deep World of Memory.
You find yourself able to breathe at the bottom of a vast ocean, slowly rising upward, away from the depths.
At first treading water on the surface, you eventually learn to swim and make landfall at Colorsplash Beach, a sunny and delightful hub area with several puzzles to distract you.  
In time, however, you must make a choice:
Will you stay in your world of memory? 
Or will you fight to return to reality?

World Of Memory (main Theme)

OST Jam 07
Art by @kawaakar._
https://itch.io/jam/ost-composing-jam-7/rate/2846874

Tsuya


Premises
I love this image of the little girl holding a womanly figure hand in a see of bubbles and draw fish and algae.

As I was reading the jam submission guidelines, I saw that the overall submission should be at least 3 minute long with at least 1 song, but can also be broken apart in multiple songs.

I can already imagine key shots for a short film scenario or a FMV/Intro, but because this is for an OST for a game, I'm thinking more what kind of game it is (details later).

This is also a good opportunity to learn to do somewhat of a "spotting" session in a way as I don't have much experience in that, but also a good opportunity to create my first composition ever with a strong theme.

I also want to strongly tie in the OST to the image and text as they are really evocative for me!



Impermanence
Examining the picture, we can see a little girl in a yukata smiling while holding the hand of what seems like a maternal figure (mom, grandma?), so immediately the theme in Japan (a country I would love to visit for its cultural richness and vistas).

I had some thoughts about the text theme "inside my world", and thought that maybe the bubble-shaped lady could be in the imaginative and boundless world of creativity of this kid.

But even if there is a lot of happiness with the girl smiling from ear to ear and the cute, drawn fish, bubbles, and algae, to me it's still reads as something quite tragic.

Bubbles are by essence, one of the flimsiest physical events that I can think of.

When formed they can seemingly pop randomly and almost immediately, and in the mind of a child, they just cease to exist.

They are the beautiful, but ephemeral, the physical manifestation of impermanence.

In a way, they are a good image for life itself, a fragile and provisional state of existence that we are all bound to.

This picture paints, for me, the beautiful imaginative world of a little girl who is, in a way, connecting one last time with a recently deceased mother/grandmother.



Tsuya
A Japanese wake is called tsuya which means "passing the night".

I think having this be the starting event of this story would fit well both themes.

Saddened by the loss of her mother, the little girl tries to paint a colorful world with her mother on it but as she falls asleep, she gets transported into this dreamy world of her drawings, but now tainted by darkness.

But her mother (bubble lady) will show her the way to save her world, give her the strength to face her new life without her, and for one last time, show just how much she loved her.

Tsuya - Main Theme

No maps. No gods. No north.

There’s a moment on the dancefloor—
when the lights cut,
the pulse twists...
and everything begins to rot beautifully.

Third One Goes South is a ritual disguised as a track.
Built for caves, not clubs.
For bodies that twitch instead of dance.
For eyes that never open all the way.

It doesn't seek meaning. It doesn't promise light.
It just breathes with you in the dark.

It doesn’t tell you where to go.
It just makes you forget where you are.

Let it guide you downward.
Let it take you south.

Snow Field

Circles in the Sky