Glitchbone Cathedral

Amara vara mara vara vara...

Dohaeris in the quiet,

empty hall.

A soft, fragmented meaw meaw meaw echoing off the wall.

Purple eyeshadow catching the dim,

flickering light,

As the slow-motion shadows lengthen into the night.

Wait—did the rhythm just slip sideways?

Catch the beat before it dissolves and hides!

Amara vara mara, spinning through the code,

Carrying our weirdness down an unmapped road.

Skechers tapping lightly to a stuttering clock,

As the ambient ocean begins to unlock!

Meaw meaw meaw... Dohaeris.

Amara vara mara vara vara.

Resting right back in the deep,

slow hum.

Absolute recovered memory.

Absolute shifty experimental rhythm.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the glitch-weaver crew.