(For the proper intended experience, please consider listening to the album in some form whilst reading. Synced reading is recommended, but not always necessary.)
Time Machine Reprise
“([Wait! No, please wait.])
No, I’m not listening…
What’s future? What’s history? What’s happened will be and repeat.”
CALAMITY: A sudden event that brings chaos and disorder.
Something that we’ve been dropped into instantly, with no context to fare with. On top of this, why would a reprise start off an album...?
Abruptly, a flash plays out containing the pleas of two individuals, hurried and desperate, almost as if being held hostage. The timbre of it would seem familiar to those two, almost as if they had gone down this path before or had just experienced something repetitive.
As soon as it starts, another voice cuts in, halting the pacing immediately. Through the lines spelt out in the beginning, we can tell we’ve been dropped straight into some sort of reconciliation with this character, who laments about ups and downs, sorrows and excitement.
They’ve seemed to grow apathetic towards this, resenting and showing their fear towards the fact that they will be rewound back to the start of this “everlasting little stint.” However, they do acknowledge the possibility of a different route, through the method of writing a different song.
But disorientated by “What’s future?” and “What’s history?”, they’re still fully aware of the way things are destined to play out, or more likely how they choose to go with it:
Back to the start.
Dream (Outro from Calamity)
“Endlessly. Helplessly. Ceaselessly. Callously...
...Feelings still claw at me. Logic will rot in me.”
Seems like whatever’s occurred has destroyed an established cooperation. The split voices play simultaneously, challenging to decipher.
Our protagonist has started to grow even more weary of this sequence, dreading the consequences that will take place, specifically the appearance of agony, and chaos & order. They do not believe in their own ability to stand another round of “Cacophony” (Some kind of set event in time that must invoke strong feelings for them), that their sympathy towards anything is running thin.
Throughout this complaint, other voices pan around at varying complexities, giving more ideas, entertaining other thoughts.
Our character might be worried about experiencing whatever can be deciphered from the low droning line of “Heart. Mind. Slay. Soul.” This implies a definite sort of harm that might come to their emotions, their physical state, or their mental outlook on things. Perhaps a contemplation of toxic overthinking or lashing emotions.
However, they seem to ponder on how much they will “dig my sunken eyes?” They acknowledge them as if they’re individuals; people.
This could imply that this is a story of disassociation and/or bipolar symptoms, seeing as they are sticking to affirming the presence of others, whilst they seem to be alone.
However, we do not know as much, maybe we aren’t really alone here.
In a stroke of calming, they turn around their attitude.
They claim that there’s another day to be had, and there isn’t a direct need to stop now. Determined, they are willing to try again, with the idea of a chance that when peace is achieved and “when we become Whole, it’ll hold.”
The circumstances do really seem dire here, mentioning they’d accept their own death in order to achieve a new sunset. Conveying the divine system of how these emotions would interact, and bounce off each other, they also tie together this theme of ethereal upper beings by taking a line directly from Bora Karaca’s “Moon Waltz”, further cementing a feeling of space that this song would base its whole aesthetic from (Source: The respective music video’s description, from the non-story perspective).
Finally prepared to delve back in, our protagonist gives in and enters another round of...