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{cold open,
ambient sparse texture} {distant
plucked harp arpeggios, long reverb tail} The ceiling here
is made of quiet glass
No floor below
to catch me as I pass
(ahhh) {fragile, breathy close-mic'd
vocal} There is no gravity,
no weight of pain
Only the quiet washing like a silver rain
I'm stepping through the door
I don't belong to
earth anymore {vocal swells,
rich harmony layers, light cinematic percussion}
My shadow stayed behind upon the bed
No memories of heavy words we said (hummmm)
{vocal drops to
whispered tone, sub-bass deepens}
No more heavy breath...
My first night after death...
{music starts to dissolve,
leaving only the harp and a fading vocal delay} {one single long
low bass note decays
into absolute silence}