歌词
The monarch firefly
was the first to die
the glowshrooms and the lantern vines
withered soon thereafter
One by one
their lights went out
as their inner logic
began to shatter
The only way
to navigate the dark junctions
is by the pale, uncanny light
of rendering malfunctions
A labyrinth of gloom
intertwining passages
old centipedian tunnels
and shredded data packets
The walls are ridged
The ground is cold
The air smells of autumn rust
and ancient mold
Partially filled with water
Partially filled with sand
Right on the border between
the desert and the marshland
Deadly stalagmites
submerged in flooded caves
Shaking, crumbling
by the power of distant shockwaves
Through lightlessness
and ruptured math
it goes ever on
this sunken path