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L​Ø​GAN McCURTER - Save the forest, little flower

from HDK 120 † HDK Dungeon​​​-​​​synth magazine # 6 by V.A.

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A Hero and Thief duel. — oh…the Hero has perished.

But HARK, a spirit as old as time, known as “The Wind” came to these parts for someone in their time of need. And there below The Hero’s corpse, The Wind saw something, a glimmer of life, a seed in the dirt.

Knowing what must be done, The Wind breathed life into the seed. Its roots kicking and wiggling. Its body poking up and lunging at the sun. Its petals spring to life. The Wind began to sing — “The red spirit wages war with my forest.
I need your help, little one.”

The little flower dancing noticed the wind move to the brook. Curious, the flower lifted from the dirt and followed. Floating downstream upon a leaf sat a sewing needle. A gift from the wind. The flower took it up, “I’ll name you thread” the flower said, swinging its sword like a child in play. The flower then saw a tiny Beetle chasing after them. It tripped and fell. “Are you ok?” The flower asked, helping the beetle up. “Run!
I tried to warn the others.”

WOOSH! BANG! CRACKLE! SNAP! The forest was awash in flames. The Little flower mustered up his courage and charged into the burning wood. The Wind & beetle followed Wicked heat danced in every direction, casting light upon the party of heroes. Their shadows merged and took shape, rising from the dirt into a beast of unimaginable size.

“WHO DARES DISRUPT MY CHAOS?” The wind and beetle cowered before the flaming foe. But the little flower hid its fear. “You will not hurt my friends”

The wind & beetle darted for cover as the shadow lunged, the flower yelped a warrior’s yell, blindly swiping its blade — SLASH! The Shadow felt a pain rip across its flesh. The shadow enraged tore into the flower. “CHAOS REIGNS” it hissed…

The flower’s quest seemed lost as flames consumed the wood. The Little flower weak and waning rose to face his foe. “NO!” It screamed. The flower summoned all its strength and skewered the shadow. The flaming beast sputtered and winced. Its flames retreating…

However, The Flower perished, too wounded to continue. The wind, beetle, & every woodland creature wept. As they cried, the wind caused a great churning, The Little Flower’s life force mixed with their mist of tears. And like magic…flowers began to sprout across the burnt field. Dancing wild and free, in-numerous & beautiful.

So if you find a field of flowers, just know a little heroic flower was there. And if you listen, you might hear its tale on the wind.

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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.

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