the concept of true darkness is probably something most 90s kids/millennials are famailar with, but to actually define it so other readers can understand maybe a ,difficult task ,The most obvious example is Kouchi from Digimon Fronteir,but, you could argue That Vegeta(DBZ),Itachi Uchiha(Naruto),Robin Hood And Edmund Pevensie are also examples of this,yes Edmund, first wer must define true darkness easier said than done but ultimately is nesscecay for this to make sense to those who are not of the aforementioned age group. True Darkness: true darkness in its most simplistic defintion is darkeness is not inherently evil ,darkness,True Darkness is throwing yourself into issues that get dicey so others don't have to or they could not handle on their own without ever compromising your values, it is also walking the harder path that may seem wrong to those who do not understand your ambtinons/Goals/Calling,who may think your bitter and stand offish until they get to know you better. even...
the concept of this album is inspired by a joe rogan podcast i was listening to with my brother, where there was a part where he was talk about how we don't do big trials for "right of passage" into manhood anymore. which for some reason it never occurred to me before but eventually inspired this album idea which the title is from a line from the movie Ernest goes to camp.. the idea of the album. Considering the soundbites i used, including that movie soundbite, made me think even more about other things i've said about even though i love Pokémon Master Journeys,Boruto,Dragon Ball Super And Sailor Moon Crystal & Eternal.. there is a certain aesthetic that is missing... it also inspired ideas for movie soundbites i hadn't used before or at least not in awhile ex.Brother Bear,Small Soldiers ,Wish Bone & Balto , sticking with concept atleast, trying to somewhat even in the samples had me doing a lot of "genre hopping" instead of sticking f...
"Why aren't you asleep, boy?" The voice echoed through the crumbling halls of the castle, low and gravelly, like stone grinding against stone. The boy turned, his eyes wide, reflecting the pale shimmer of moonlight that filtered through shattered stained glass. The speaker was a man cloaked in tattered robes, his face half-hidden beneath a hood stitched with celestial runes. "That fool Sora cast a spell to put everyone in this castle into a deep slumber," the man continued, stepping closer. "And yet here you stand, awake. Why?" The boy hesitated. He didn’t know. He had awoken in the Hall of Echoes, surrounded by bodies frozen in time—servants, knights, even the Queen herself, their dreams stitched shut by Sora’s final incantation. "They say celestial maidens came to take him away," the man muttered, almost to himself. "Wreathed in light, singing in tongues no mortal should hear. He did real of destruction—that much I am sure of." Th...
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