M∆RORELEASES
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The Sublime
M∆RO breathed heavily as it wiped the sweat off its forehead, straightened itself up and took two steps back.
The sun was blazing on this beautiful June afternoon. M∆RO had to hold its flat hand in front of its forehead to shield its squinting eyes and actually see something.
There it was, M∆ROs magnum opus in its entirety – a masterpiece.
“Who would have thought that it would be capable of doing all this on its own?” M∆RO thought to itself.
But before it could answer itself, the smogabord of feelings – induced by the pure sublimity of its achievement – that suddenly flooded its entire body, were so overwhelming, that M∆RO uncontrolledly bursted into a relieving mixture of cry and laughter.
War of Mine
After a long and exhausting but even so rewarding trip, M∆RO tiredly, but thoroughly self-contented, collapsed into the old creaky rocking chair on the front porch of its small but super-cozy house on the beach.
The incessant chattering seagulls that settled down on the porch’s handrail, promptly cleared off, as M∆RO racily popped open its well-earned off-hours beer.
Or was it that daunting rumble from the dark and surrealistically purple-tinted evening sky, that quite-suddenly made them fly away?
Just before M∆RO finished its thoughts about the obviously wrong weather forecast this morning, another, even closer and louder rumble made M∆RO cringe. It stepped off the porch to check, where that eerie rumbling noise was emitted from.
What M∆RO then saw, sent a chill down its spine. It dropped the beer and after a short state of shock, panically rushed back into the house, frantically stuffed as much important and valuable things into a backpack as possible and ran off aimlessly…
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Once upon a time, in a dark and boisterous age. In a town, shrouded in the darkness of a very dark and stormy night – midnight, to be exact – concealed deep down in the basement of a weather-worn house, which seemed to be devoured by the eerie shadows of the dark, monstrous tree next to it.
Behind the heavy doors of a dar…. dimly lit laboratory, completely secluded from society, M∆RO – with its wild hair and dressed in a purple knit jersey, was desperately fiddling with some grotesque machine, trying to achieve the ultimate low frequency sonic experience, when out of nowhere lightning struck into the house’s two-headed weathercock…
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Excited and full of juvenile recklessness, M∆RO turned the handle of the large, sturdy looking Metal-Door at the end of the extensive corridor in the basement of the Pandorum Company.
Ignoring the huge door-mounted sign, that unmistakably prohibited access for any trespassers, which fully applied to M∆RO.
The door unwillingly cleared the way with an unpleasant creaking noise, granting sight to …well – nothing.
The room was pitch-black, almost supernaturally dark. As if any light emitted from the flickering strip lights in the corridor was completely absorbed by it.
M∆RO slowly approached one step into the room and groped for a lightswitch on the left and right side of the entrance – without luck. M∆RO took its cellphone to use its display or the built-in flashlight to shed some light into darkness. But apparently the battery (had) died. “Pull yourself together! You can’t turn back now!” M∆RO reproved itself.
“This must be the room, the weird old man was talking about. Here I will find all the answers and information about that…that incident” M∆RO encouraged itself. It tried to somehow accustom its eyes to darkness – but without success.
Driven by curiosity, M∆RO braced up and carefully proceeded further into the room.
Suddenly, a familiar, harsh creaking sound from behind, cut through the dead silence, immediately followed by a loud slam of the door click shut.
Now, the only reference point had submerged into darkness, as well.
M∆RO stood there scared stiff, its heart in its mouth.
At that same moment a vibrant purple light flooded the whole room, repelling the ominous gloom and revealing the interior of a somehow generic archive room. As it seemed the salvaging shine was emitted from a computer screen in the corner to the right.
M∆RO approached the computer desk with caution and took a seat on the worn office chair in front of it. After its eyes had compensated the brightness, it looked at the dusty CRT-monitor that showed a huge purple Delta symbol on a black backdrop and below it read: “Do you want to know, M∆RO?” with a flashing underscore next to it.
After a moment’s hesitation, M∆RO slowly typed Y-E-S with its index finger and thrustingly pressed Enter…
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The weather was just right, with almost no clouds in the sky and only a gentle breeze whispering across the sandy shore that separated M∆ROs cozy residence from the endless blue.
M∆RO just stood there, the eyes closed, steadily breathing and full of pleasant anticipation, as the vague noises from far grew louder forming an awe-inspiring crescendo of sounds expected to climax into the meaning of everything.
M∆RO put its head back, eyes still shut, while it eagerly spread its arms like wings to welcome the wildly onrushing salvation.
Just a second before the impact, M∆RO took a deep breath and immersed herself into the roaring Waves of Pink Noise.
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