Karadur Inacu  (karadur) wrote,
Karadur Inacu 

The Difference One Song Makes

Yesterday afternoon, I decided to take a break from watching episodes of Kitchen Nightmares and Fringe to poke around in the contents of a torrent of music that I'd downloaded a couple days before. The artist was Blümchen, and I'd heard a good handful of his / her / their music in the Mungyodance series back when I found that, but had been too distracted by Kitsune² and other artists under the VulpVibe label to think about finding a complete collection of their music. Skip ahead to now, when I have, and one song in particular (of the two albums I've listened to thus far) really stood out for me.

Do yourself a favor, and search for Kleiner Satellit (Kosmo Klassik Mix). It instilled such peace and happiness in me, but the truly special thing was the images forming in my mind to accompany it. I was walking hand in hand with the online representation of myself, out into the atrium of a castle (start the song over, and you'll hear what I mean), with our free hands up as if waving / posing, and we had our mouths open, as if singing to the music, with the most adorably wide, beaming eyes, and just an epic / awesome feeling all around. There were people gathered around down below us (we were up on a raised walkway) clapping and / or cheering, but that's all I can remember seeing in my mind. It still continues though, in that as the music built up to a climax, I imagined us embracing and melding into one being, then in the last ~20 seconds (of the song) the veil lifting, and our combined form being revealed. It felt like that was our sacred time - literally, the pinnacle of our lives. Nothing else mattered, and the only things I felt (where "I" is me, writing this right now) were pure bliss, exhiliration, excitement, and a sense of comfort and contentment all of which were powerful beyond words.

I feel surprisingly good about writing that too, if only for being able to tell the real truth for once, without caring if it makes me look weird. I listened to about half of that song again just earlier tonight, but it didn't carry the same emotional impact as before, primarily because it wasn't my first time hearing it, but instead of giving into that and letting the above fall apart into a vague memory, I can write about it, and have that memory forever. In fact, I have Notepad open right now, to a file named "WRITE ABOUT THIS SO YOU DON'T FORGET", with the text being

Blumchen - Kleiner Satellit (Kosmo Klassik Mix)

Real self and anthropomorphic snow leopard self walking out hand-in-hand into the atrium of a castle, instruments in perfect unison around us, with us waving with our free hands, with big smiles and wide eyes, singing along to the music. Then, as the music reaches a climax, we turn to face each other, hug, and meld into one being, while everybody cheers in excitement and joy and bliss all around us.

Absolutely amazing. Awesome.

"ü" notwithstanding.

Since then ("then" being last night), I've done a couple things that I wouldn't have seen coming prior. I emailed Qemba to hopefully get things back on track with my commissions from her (I think I still have two slots to fill, and provided she responds and is still willing to see things though to the end, I would positively love to get a picture of the scene described up in the first paragraph, even if I have to pay extra of the second person), and also took the properly finished version of Prized Possession out of my closet, and put it back on my bookshelf. Even if I don't want to show support for the author, the contents of that story (or at least what I can remember of it) describe the past year and a couple months for me better than if I had planned it that way, and I no longer have issues with blurring the line between fantasy and reality, as had been plaguing me before. I am even considering emailing the person I was supposed to be commissioning a second story from to say "I've changed my mind" since they still haven't given me a refund, but the problem with that is that it would be the third or fourth time I'd have changed my mind with them, and I really dislike portraying such instability. Maybe I still will with time, but first, I'll need to think of more to have written about.

Stepping back into normalcy now though (just for a moment (also known as one or two paragraphs), I have updates about various things mentioned yesterday to list. To start, I'm still doing pretty well in Master Quest. Jabu Jabu's Belly was surreal because of the cow switches, but not hard to navigate otherwise, while the Forest Temple was about the same as before, the trick to allow access to the piece of heart in the Ice Cavern was tricky and novel, and Under the Well was annoying, because it took close to half an hour for me to realize shooting the face tiles on the wall did something. I've done just about everything else I could think of, including but not limited to getting the Biggoron's Sword after completing the Ice Cavern, having all the bomb, bullet, and arrow upgrades except for the one in Gerudo Valley, and catching the insufferable 20-pound fish, except that it was 19 pounds this time, but I still caught it on my second try, in the first visit to the Fishing Pond as adult Link. Knowing where the big fish hides is helpful, and knowing how to fish is even more useful. Next, the running around that I wanted to do today. Going to St. Clair was a literal example of "the lights are on, but nobody's home" because I was instructed to check at the continuing education office to see if they had knowledge of room assignments - the door was unlocked, but there was nobody inside, so I'm going to try next week, but will call them first, so as to save gas. As for talking to Melissa at work, well, there are two parts to that. I decided to be preemptive by confirming dates with Dan, as if she had already approved. He said that the 14th to 19th was fine with him as well, but went on to note that as the 20th was a holiday, the college would probably be closed then. Sure enough, the Calendar of Events does say "FAMILY DAY - COLLEGE CLOSED" next to the 20th of February, so we discussed other dates, and I brought that up to Melissa. She approved my request once again, so aside from still needing to get a train ticket, I will be gone from the 16th to the 23rd. Awesome? Not as much as the first paragraph, but still very much so. Money might be kind of tight, but I can live with that. If I want to get something there to bring home, I'll just put off getting the 3DS version of Tales of the Abyss until then, or just stick to not buying anything there that I wouldn't buy here as well.

I would like to write more, but unfortunately, I'm at the point where I'm just starting to get tired, beginning with not being able to think of anything else to say, so this is nearly done. Last night, I thought I would have a dream about the things I'd imagined while listening to that song, but didn't that I can recall, and tonight, I have a feeling that I'm going to dream of going about my day-to-day life, but seeing everything in reverse, because of how much I've played Master Quest today. Maybe not to that as well, and while I'm still on this train of thought about things that aren't likely to happen, it would be nice to wake up tomorrow, and have a reply from Qemba, with the sketch she said she would send to me "tomorrow" back on the first of December. And then I also have to decide if I want this entry to be public, or protected. Probably public, because I'll need to use an LJ-cut anyway~

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