This piece is so detached from the actual song that, if not for the thread of the line as quoted below, it wouldn't even count! It's based on "Space Commander", again from MLTR's newest album Scandinavia. I'm hoping to expand to other artistes after a while, but in the meantime I hope you enjoy! :)
Space Commander
We descend into a magic world, under the purple sky.
The waves crashed against the shore, the wispy notes of a serenade. Sinking into the cradle that was the sea’s arms was an orange sphere, blazing with all the gone glory of yesterday, throwing its flames upon us like some memory trying to cling to the mind of the present, wistful and wrathful.
They were quiet for a while, the two of them, just standing on the beach, soaking in the violet beauty of the passing day.
“Our passing day,” breathed the woman, holding his hand to her face.
He spoke nothing, but his eyes shone their assent. Beneath his feet, the fine unadulterated sand rustled with the silent wind, bringing a chill to bodies that were unaccustomed to the coolness.
“Let’s never go back.” She turned to him, pleading with more than just her voice. “We could stay here forever, and leave—leave everything.”
With a shudder, it all came back to him.
The greyness.
The walls that chained in the bleakness of the world, sunken in some unknown year, dyeing the only life that they had ever known. Were the walls grey? Were they even any colour? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.
The fire.
It was all around them. The dying sun, burning whatever life there was left for the people, setting aflame the ground, the walls, the air, the limpness of their spirits and reducing them to an even more intense state of their death.
The noise.
Fire took a lot of forms. Even now, the hum and buzz of all the lack of life around him blazed in his ears, and the angry scarlet of the sky was red-hot in his mind, louder than his thoughts and threatening to drive him to jump into the sea before him to quench the flames that clawed at his body.
“Breathe,” she murmured, her voice lilting and flowing through his tears. Like honey.
Gentle her touch, soft as the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings.
Swoosh, sang the sea, reaching their frothy fingers towards him to calm him down with their peace. Blue. A calming colour.
“Purple,” he mused aloud, gazing around him.
“Yes.”
“It’s beautiful.”
For a moment, all they did was stand there.
There was no need for words.
No need for thoughts.
Or anything.
Just—
Life.
“In a short time this will all be gone,” said the man morosely, turning his eyes towards the sun. If only it would not leave this world, not even for the night. If only it would stop the world from turning. “Then these people, whom we somehow used to be, will suffer the life-without-death, the death-without-life, that we now know!”
She trembled under the storm of his passion, her colourless eyes warm against the descending moon.
“A few years is still joy enough,” she insisted. “Oh, do let’s stay here. We—”
Both of their heads snapped at the sound behind them—the tiniest of sounds, a sound they were familiar with. One that they had to know.
It was the sound of doom.
Of no escape.
After all, this was life.
The waves crashed against the shore.
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