We're just done humoring the antics of Neptune's waterbreathers, when we hear the beautiful singing of this man who is wandering along a hill...accompanied by such ethereal strings...we are absolutely enthralled by this airy being who sings with such peace about the ultimate harmony of this land. We follow where he leads.
And cresting the hill, we see our destiny...an endless field of people marching along, seemingly lost in memory, repeating and retreading with their little feet...their little dreams...all in service of keeping Tha Machine (the Stylo?) going...creating their own little pieces of it that may spin or soar...all part of a beautiful order...
Luckily, we're able to evade the alluring singer and this mechanic fate...running beyond the borders of this ant empire.
We're just done humoring the antics of Neptune's waterbreathers, when we hear the beautiful singing of this man who is wandering along a hill...accompanied by such ethereal strings...we are absolutely enthralled by this airy being who sings with such peace about the ultimate harmony of this land. We follow where he leads.
And cresting the hill, we see our destiny...an endless field of people marching along, seemingly lost in memory, repeating and retreading with their little feet...their little dreams...all in service of keeping Tha Machine (the Stylo?) going...creating their own little pieces of it that may spin or soar...all part of a beautiful order...
Luckily, we're able to evade the alluring singer and this mechanic fate...running beyond the borders of this ant empire.
It starts getting colder...
i like where your head is at
i like where your head is at