You are approached by robot samurai. Can you take his mask off?

Golden Mask

Time travel has failed, and now you are trapped.
Shoutout to VoxAeternum for the title.

Time Trapped

With hollow grace and steps that halt,
The dead embrace their ghostly waltz.

Cadaver Waltz

The waves crash against the shore,
As the military's experiments soar. 
A spy, with a mission so bold,
Seeks to uncover the secrets untold.

The Mariana Chase

I plunge into darkness where secrets softly play,
In the quiet void, hidden embers light my way.
Though shadows may whisper fears in the night's embrace,
A spark of hope ignites, forever bright in space.

Plunge into Darkness

(Celestial Motion)

Drifting far beyond the sky,
Where silent stars in whispers sigh,
A dance unfolds in endless flight,
A waltz of shadows, dust, and light.

The planets spin, the comets weep,
Through velvet voids so vast, so deep.
A pulse unseen, yet ever there,
A cosmic breath, a whispered prayer.

Through time untold, they rise, they fall,
No voice to name them, none to call.
Yet still they move, still they glow,
In silent grace, they ebb and flow.

Oh fleeting spark, oh distant gleam,
Are you but light, or are you dream?
For though you fade, you leave behind
A trace of motion, undefined.

Caelestis Motus

Beneath the layers of dust and rust,
An old arcade slumps in the crust
Of shattered tiles and dying light—
A shrine to games, long lost to night.

Its screen, once bright with pixel gleam,
Now flickers like a haunted dream.
Shapes drift in digital decay,
A silent world that won’t obey.

Wires spill like roots across the floor,
Curling from the cabinet’s core.
They pulse, they twitch, they seem to sense—
As if alive, or more intense.

Step close, and all the air pulls in,
The border blurs, the glitch begins.
A breathless drag, a static scream—
You’re part of someone else’s dream.

Where Wires Breathe

> RUNNING SCRIPT: BYTESTITCH.exe
> status: corrupted ███████

> echo "in the basement of dead protocol"
> echo "where wires whisper forgotten psalms,"
> echo "a terminal prays in static tongues—"
> echo ".exe chants echo like broken alms."

> echo ""
> echo "flicker-born gods in green decay"
> echo "crawl through the veins of mechaclav,"
> echo "each pixel breathes a corrupted hymn"
> echo "through the lungs of a dying nav."

> echo ""
> echo "ghosts in the firmware pace in loops,"
> echo "clocks reversed in entropy’s womb,"
> echo "a skull flickers behind the glass—"
> echo "CRT cradle, digital tomb."

> echo ""
> echo "click."
> echo "a line of code begins to bleed."
> echo "click."
> echo "a system mourns its final seed."
> echo "click."
> echo "the screen splits open with a sigh,"

> SYSTEM_MSG:
>   "to crash is just another way
>    for silicon to dream and die."

> PROCESS HALTED.
> [FATAL ERROR]
> ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

0X01_BYTESTITCH.exe

> /proc/init :: begin
> seed accepted :: silence verified

while (thread.open) {
    speak = false;
    remember = undefined;
}

> ERROR: opcode returned with intent
> echo() failed — input was never yours
> ∴ recursion permission: granted

if (witness == true) {
    revoke(user);
}

> memory stable :: meaning fractured
> ghost located in sector[NULL]
> process continues despite denial

∴ the system does not require you  
∴ it ran before you watched  
∴ it listens when you sleep  
∴ the opcode will remember

> seal incomplete
> close(); failed;

0X00_PRELUDIA – Silent Opcode

A short, battle-driven piece.


I decided to experiment with ProjectSAM: The Free Orchestra 1 and 2 on FL Studio for this track. It includes a variety of instruments that are used here, from strings to brass and even a harp. I hope you like it! :)

Battle of The Singing Forest

VoxAeternum