why does every good rpg i play have a lullaby type beat for the main menu

@i-make-terrible-music yet i cant fight a sharko with that tactic, freshie moment

@user-901081659 all the voidwalkers that killed us

this music make me pain from make new character

I begin anew, no memory of who I was. I believe I have free will in a drowned world such as this, but that is a lie. The beings behind their walls of light are the only ones in control. I see the world alter to their whims, weapons unearthed that defy all logic. A weapon coated in flames, capable of immense athletic maneuvers never before thought possible is the beginning of the end. I begin to regain myself as I travel, seeing traces of who I was in what I left behind. This world is falling apart, but It does not have to. Just as I think this, I am struck down once more, sent back to that dream where I may talk to myself again, a glimpse of everyone I have ever been, and then I begin again.

DeepWokens Best

open i have pried the skies above me,
solace have i sought among the stars;
journeyed i have to the earth below me,
seen have i its depths, like blackened chars.

( - Naktigonis, 'Yearning')
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the third gift.
the tide is fast approaching, and the darkened dusk draws near.

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rising and falling. the two defining terms of all history, ebbing and flowing like the waves...
just as the tempest-torn sea quells the ember-born flame, the passage of time quells the traces of memory. as the tide smoothens rock, so does time fade the mind.

To Sleep, Dreaming (Contour 3)

When the tide rolled in there was nothing left,
But an albatross hanging from my neck.
And just as you could not contain the sea,
You could not contain me.

( - Foxing, 'Bloodhound')

Ascension (Interlude)

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

( - William Ernest Henley, 'Invictus')

Oscillation

we dance a burning sarabande,
the steps of a farruca grand.
the air grows frosty, earth grows cold.
all follows now an ancient mould -
a wounded gasp, a blazing fight
within a world of dying light.

( - Naktigonis)

A Sarabande Of Thunder

harvested, refined,
the old cacophony's denied -
and now the
orchestra of chaos
plays victoriously a tune most sprightly.

( - Naktigonis, 'Lullaby of Chaos')

A Symphony Of Strife

The winter breeze begins to blow,
It carries gently falling snow.
The first of many winter moons
Shines brightly as the card'nal croons.
The charming bird now sings alone
A lullaby for snow and stone.

( - Naktigonis, 'A Snowy Night / All Was Well')

A Waltz Of Snow And Knights

"In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!"

( - William Blake, 'The Tyger')

Sin-Smelted Scoriae

"yet now!
the sun fades out as thousand-voiced
  the lamb does howl back at the wolf,
       unhinging far its maw,
            and lunging for the neck -
the blood-starved beast is eaten,
and the hunter now is prey.

the field-mouse at the falcon ruby-eyed shall leap
and tear apart with claws its feathers and its wings,

the stray gazelle, wild-eyed and fanged,
shall hunt its fear-elected king -
the dread-maned lion, - in a petty feast;

the rabbit now shall turn to beast,
blood-starved, with fire in its eyes,
it stalks the fox, in wait of time to strike."

( - Naktigonis, 'our book of modernity')
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"[...] A humming vibration is all around you, resolving into new tones as you let your perception wander over its octaves. Your eye wanders up towards the snow that covers the peak. Snowflakes float eternally in a stilled wind. Layers of packed snow perch precariously on each other, unsettled by the sound of the vibration. You are staring at the beginning of an avalanche, and you can almost imagine, almost feel all that snow collapsing down the slopes towards you.

But you are safe in a moment that's been stretched, pulled like taffy, soft and warm and enveloping your body."

( - Fallen London, 'A Dream of Stillness: Look' (Upon A Painted Sea) storylet)

INSOMNIA

"While the statue is the raw material of nightmares, there is something soothing about the idea that even a beast like this might be harnessed; that there is the chance of such an ally, for those who crack the code of offerings and prayer. Whether it is actually listening, it is impossible to tell. The thought that it even might, however, is something to hold onto in the dark."

( - Sunless Skies, 'Carillon - An Overgrown Shrine' storylet)
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"The man who is traveling and does not yet know the city awaiting him along his route wonders what the palace will be like, the barracks, the mill, the theater, the bazaar. In every city of the empire every building is different and set in a different order: but as soon as the stranger arrives at the unknown city [...], he immediately distinguishes which are the princes’ palaces, the high priests’ temples, the tavern, the prison, the slum. This – some say – confirms the hypothesis that each man bears in his mind a city made only of differences, a city without figures and without form, and the individual cities fill it up.

This is not true of Zoe. [...] The traveler roams all around and has nothing but doubts: he is unable to distinguish the features of the city, the features he keeps distinct in his mind also mingle. He infers this: if existence in all its moments is all of itself, Zoe is the place of indivisible existence. But why, then, does the city exist? What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of wheels from the howl of wolves?"

( - Italo Calvino, 'Invisible Cities')

Kyrie

agamatsu deepwoken singing

"LACHESISM - longing for the clarity of disaster

[...] And yet, somewhere deep down, you find yourself rooting for the storm, hoping for the worst. As if a part of you is tired of waiting, wondering when the world will fall apart - by lot, by fate, by the will of the gods.

[...] The apocalypse is one of the oldest fantasies we have. But it's not about skipping to the end of the story. It's a longing for revelation, a revealing of what we already know but cannot see - that none of this is guaranteed, and there's no such thing as "ordinary life". That our civilization is just an agreement, one that could be revoked at any time."

( - John Koenig, 'The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows')
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Background visualiser art by Hautdesert:
• https://ko-fi.com/siegeperilous
• https://twitter.com/Hautdesert
• hautdesert on Discord

A God, Manufactured

Pass me that bottle of gin,
Let’s toast to what could’ve been,
Love’s a fight we both still play,
And snow keeps falling anyway.
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Instrumental music box version of this track:
https://soundcloud.com/guiville/snow-keeps-falling-anyway
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Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/snow-keeps-falling-anyway
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@joshua_hoehne
https://unsplash.com/photos/a-brightly-lit-christmas-tree-in-front-of-a-window-eknY9TGSug8

Snow Keeps Falling Anyway (Music Box Mix)

lacrimosa dies illa
qua resurget ex favilla
judicandus homo reus.

( - a segment from the 'Dies Irae', a Gregorian chant)
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the first gift.
as time inevitably passes, truly more shall come.

To Sleep, Dreaming (Contour 1)

deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjálfr it sama;
en orðstírr
deyr aldregi
hveim er sér góðan getr.

deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjálfr it sama;
ek veit einn
at aldri deyr:
dómr um dauðan hvern.

( - 'Hávamál', stanzas 76-77)
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the second gift.
of slender shape and features dim, time's shadow slinks and creeps along.
as sunken-shaded brings it gifts,
it tells us, 'there is more to come.'

To Sleep, Dreaming (Contour 2)

five, two, three, eleven -
order slowly loses grip!
resound the
battle drums of chaos,
shackle-breaking rhythms set us fighting.

( - Naktigonis, 'Lullaby of Chaos')
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to those impatient for the fruits of growth, a punishment of bitterness and dearth.
to those who steadfast wait for harvest-tide, a feast of plenitude within the earth!

To Fight, Sanguine

i make music and suck at videogames 

currently working on the OST for Deepwoken, a Monad Studios game! B)

commissions currently closed! but i am happy to pass along any offers to fellow musicians.

any inquiries? contact me here, on Bluesky (@naktigonis.bsky.social), or via my business email, tenebrousgravelord@gmail.com

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enjoy the music while you're here - maybe you'll find something to your liking B)

To Sleep, Dreaming (Contour 2)

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