beginning only serves to avoid the copywrite bot
the original thought of flipping pinkpanthress came from listening to benja
ft. reloh
https://myanimelist.net/profile/saralee7

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Crystal Cave (+Dmni)

chance?

:CHAPTERS:

 00:00 章 I        彼女の冷たい肌とギザギザの指 ver.1
 01:04 章 II       汚れた包帯の下で
 02:13 章 III      彼女の冷たい肌とギザギザの指 ver.2
 03:39 章 IV     セーフルーム 
 05:46 章 V      カードル 
 07:44 章 VI     くすぶっている残り火  
 10:16 章 VII    セントラリア (collab mel. @percgladiator)
 11:49 章 VIII   燃えている石炭
 13:04 章 IX     消えゆく記憶
 14:35 章 X      どこにいるの？
 15:45 章 XI     サイレン
 16:52 章 XII    私たち、前に
 18:42 章 XIII   シルクタイガー
 20:17 章 XIV    避難所
 22:25 章 XV     冬の光線
 23:46 章 XVI    出血ユリ
 25:09 章 XVII   鎖と棘
 26:13 章 XVIII  磁器の心
 27:58 章 XIX    グロテスク
 29:46 章 XX     桜は燃えて灰になる
 32:09 章 XXI    寒さの中での安全な避難所

original by me, remixed by https://stale-meme.itch.io/, extendeded & other things by me again. :D

story behind this: 

server i joined ran by a youtuber i really adore i posted the orig. file for darkbolt canyon in and thennnn new pal wil (from itch link up there) surprised me with this GODDAMN AMAZING remix. the orig. song was purposefully sorta done to evoke later 5th gen/early 6th gen (of gaming) memories in my head, it's like the remix captures an entire other nostalgia palette i have for like later-2000s / early 2010s PC indie titles and shit, i adore it! extended it all nice. i'm gonna be looping this for a FUCKING WHILE.

URL is also the original title! this feels like the Best Possible version of dbc so why not. lol

(SD: https://soundcloud.com/metafract/hexd-water-level-thing)

darkbolt canyon (HD)

その日、あの死、あの時

AC25GET-9

The Drift

Once, it was branch and breath of tree,
rooted deep in memory.
Storm winds whispered, “Come away,”
and broke it free one rain-soaked day.

The river caught it, soft and sure,
a wanderer with no detour.
Through silver stones and meadows wide,
the drift began its timeless ride.

It spun beneath the leaning sky,
past children’s laughter, birds that fly.
It brushed against the moss and reeds,
and learned the river’s secret creeds.

Through roaring falls and gentle bends,
its shape would change, but never end.
Leaves would cling, then drift apart,
like fleeting touches of the heart.

At dusk it dreamed in golden gleam,
at dawn it woke within a stream.
Each turn, each wave, a whispered song—
a hymn to all it drifted long.

And when the river met the sea,
it paused—a breath, eternity.
Then onward flowed, no fear, no plea,
becoming one with what would be.

For wood once bound by root and earth
found motion, meaning, second birth.
A simple drift, yet so much more—
a traveler through the river’s lore.

‎

imuhki