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In the basement of Pharsis Castle, in the middle of the night, a sudden light had come on. Gudrun, the ancient androgynous deity of the time, had appeared in a cloud of reddish smoke in the alchemist Bohort’s study. The young man had fallen backwards, more from the fright of the sudden apparition, than from the blast. His experiment had succeeded and he was finally faced with the divinity of time.
After a moment of bewilderment, the alchemist regained control over himself and stood up, leaning against a table full of bottles of strange substances and sheets of parchment. “Great Gudrun! I summoned you to reveal to me - and only to me on earth! - the secret of the origin of the world”. The deity, without making any sound, raised her left hand and extended it to Bohort. Frightened by the gesture, the alchemist backed away and, stumbling, fell backwards. His senses clouded over. He felt traveling...
He was in an immense steppe, crossed by an enormous river of which he could hardly see the two opposite banks. The landscape was teeming with life: insects and frogs populated the shallow waters of the river, and large herds of huge bison-like mammals crisscrossed the dry lands, leaving furrows in the tall grass. The sun was high in the blue sky. Bohort flew swiftly through that landscape, as if at the mercy of the wind, which carried him further north. He felt he could perceive the presence of a wild, luxuriant, virgin nature. From above he could travel great distances in a short time. He saw the landscape change: immense forests populated by strange colored monkeys stretched as far as the eye could see. Then it was the turn of rugged mountains furrowed by rushing streams. Extraordinary spectacles that no man had ever been able to see from that perspective. There was no trace of humanoid creatures in this world so primitive and vital in his eyes.
Then, returning to a plain hundreds of miles from the start of his journey, he saw something in the distance that caught his attention. There were stones laid to form a large rectangle, like the perimeter of a large building. Bohort approached, gliding near the strange building. “This is undoubtedly the work of intelligent creatures.” Having now reached the artifact, the alchemist realized that it was actually a building without a roof and almost entirely buried. Only the upper parts of the perimeter walls emerged. It must have been a sumptuous building but now eroded by the passing of the centuries. Suddenly Bohort started: he recognized a circular element in one of the two short sides of the building. He was familiar: he couldn’t be wrong. It was the rose window of the cathedral of Pharsis, his city. It was in ruins, as if millennia had passed, and was almost completely buried!
“Oh mighty Gudrun, what devilry is this? I begged you to reveal the origin of the world, not to take me to a future where men are extinct!” “Little alchemist, time does not exist for us divinities. Nor does it exist for all living beings. It is only man who uses it. This is the essence of the world: to be without men. The catastrophe that awaits your race is imminent”.
Bohort woke with a start. It was dawn and he was lying in his study of him. Had he dreamed? His head ached. No, the god’s last words still echoed in his ears, more vivid as ever. He had to warn the Grand Council, catastrophe - in whatever form - was to be imminent. Bohort rushed up the stairs ...
The deities know how to be mocking: Gudrun had fulfilled the young alchemist’s request to the letter. But no one would believe him: only he, Bohort, of all men could have known the revelation of divinity. And indeed no one among men ever believed him: Bohort ended his days believed to be mad in a dungeon in the castle of Pharsis. And the catastrophe that extinguished all mankind, punctually, came a few years later.
part 1
Alchemy by candlelight
part 2
I came with purpose,
I came to bear warning
DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.
supported by 52 fans who also own “ELMINSTER - Revelations of Gudrun”
A dreamy, beguiling, nostalgic dungeon synth quest through the shires. But, it's so much more than that. The LP incorporates some unique key changes, field recordings and a lot of Mort Garson style synth work. It sometimes reminds me of old 70's PG horror soundtracks. The record is addictive melancholy inspiration. The ideal music for accompanying the dawning morning of an epic adventure. brantly
supported by 45 fans who also own “ELMINSTER - Revelations of Gudrun”
Dinosaurs and Dungeon Synth? PERFECT. This is the album that really got me into dungeon synth again and made me continue my dinosaur obsession. winstonrandom
