The Prismatic Panic

[prismatic music] The Prismatic Panic Plain is singing. Can't you feel it? Actually, that is ambient psychoemetic distortion. Both wrong. It's the town forgetting it exists. [tense sound] [gasping] The chorus is here. The chorus is finally here! Actually, that is a local biological infestation. They aren't singing for us. They're singing to replace us. [tense music] Cut! We're losing the light. [glass breaking] [screaming] Cut. What is going on here? [screaming] [tense music] [gasping] The Echo Glade is quaking. It means collapse tonight. Everything collapses. That's just warmth leaving. [gasping] I love this. I hate this. Someone save my ink! [tense music] The history, it's all pouring out. Help me catch the ink before the glade forgets us. The memory was never ours to keep. Let it spill. My ink is a river. My ink is a sea. Drown in it. [ink splashing] It's warm. It's like every thought I never had is finally home. Stop it. Untouch it. That's my ink, my river, my sea. Not yet. The vessel is breaking. The ink finds a new master. It's finally all of me. [screaming] The vessel is empty. The ink is the only master now. [laughing]