Radiarc | Radiarc - The Crucible @Radiarc_ | Uploaded May 2024 | Updated October 2024, 10 hours ago.
deviantart.com/sharpieboss/art/The-Ugly-Mare-Speed-Paint-468134249
radiarc.bandcamp.com/track/the-crucible
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She held the bird gently amidst cries and screams of accusation, the town alight with torches, the smoke of the bonfire obscuring the very path forward, and she walked, steadily, and carefully, every step its own challenge, an eternity of anguish and torment. She knew many things, especially of the bird, but she remained silent and resumed, as reason had left long ago. Step after step, the shouting surrounding her sharpens in waves to a piercing dissonance, the warmth of the fire turning to a hell inescapable, and she opened her eyes. There was nobody, nothing. Only her, and the bird, though hatred lingered in distant murmurs. She stared out into the distance, face void of expression, still holding on. The sun peered from behind uncertain clouds as a bittersweet twilight washing over the field before her in a sea of glimmering potential, and again, she walked. Wherever she walked, the grass withered beneath and around, twisting and contorting in fear of her touch. There was no other direction than forward, and all grew to loathe her presence, corruption seeping from her through the flora, strangling it, though the bird was still held so gently. Death lied in her wake, a soft amble of rot and decay, leading to the end, and to the end she walked. Upon a cliff, she stopped, and closed her eyes in resonance with that which was, that which has been done, that which is no more, and in acceptance, she bowed her head. She opened her eyes, and the bird was no more. Party of one, and the fire loomed wildly in the distance, though the voices rang out still, unending. The path ever veiled beneath the smoke and dancing shadows, she began to walk again, in sincerity, and in understanding. The blaze no longer provided illumination, only the promise of that which was to come. The air became as a plague, the ground itself shifted in turmoil, but despite all, she continued, and from her blossomed life in abundance, an echo of beauty from the ashes springing forth with every careful step. In silence, she kept on, and held onto the hope of something beyond the flame. There was, and would be for all eternity, but the crucible, too, remains, and all must walk forward.
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Hope you all have been well; there's been a lot going on for all of us.
It's been taking me a while to get things done because there's a looming doubt that the project isn't done, or that what is done isn't good enough, even as far as the description. It's a hard thing to work past, and I probably expect more than I'm really capable of, but I feel it's worth it to try anyway. There's a lot I've wanted to say with music, but every song brings its own set of issues apart from my own, and I can't help but wonder if I truly gave it everything I could. Sometimes, it's best to just release it and see what happens; in that, there is relief, and continual resolve to improve, but there is still much more to be done.
I don't know how to feel about the world around me. There's a great deal of good still left in the overarching picture, even if the days and its inhabitants can bring hell. I've been a delivery driver for three years now, and I've noticed a lot about people, especially those that have left other states to move here. I used to enjoy driving, but I've come to expect the worst possible decisions and reactions from people, and I'm often right. Many aren't even happy to get the food they ordered, all correct and on time. Impatience and selfishness are all too common, and I just want to leave everything, but I've left and lost enough, and there are many who just do not understand, by nature or by choice. We can always learn and improve, but the resolve must be within, in sincerity, and it's best to lead by example. It's easy to be apathetic and self-serving, as I was for a long, long time without realizing, but the more we move to understand it and fight against it, the more those ways feel foreign and vile, against who we're meant to be, who we could be if we attempted. Kindness and sacrifice are greatly important, and can speak far beyond what we see.
There's a lot people already know, but what is known and acted upon are often different things. I wish you all the best.
I've got a few more projects in the works, and while I can't say for certain when they'll be done, there is one I'm rather happy with, and I look forward to sharing it. I won't stop producing until I'm gone.
onlymares.horse/Radiarc.zip
This is a compilation of most of what I've made over the years, releases and WIPs. Anything can be used, all I ask is that I'm credited. Thank you all for listening; it's meant a lot to me.
deviantart.com/sharpieboss/art/The-Ugly-Mare-Speed-Paint-468134249
radiarc.bandcamp.com/track/the-crucible
It's free, just enter 0 in the price field.
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She held the bird gently amidst cries and screams of accusation, the town alight with torches, the smoke of the bonfire obscuring the very path forward, and she walked, steadily, and carefully, every step its own challenge, an eternity of anguish and torment. She knew many things, especially of the bird, but she remained silent and resumed, as reason had left long ago. Step after step, the shouting surrounding her sharpens in waves to a piercing dissonance, the warmth of the fire turning to a hell inescapable, and she opened her eyes. There was nobody, nothing. Only her, and the bird, though hatred lingered in distant murmurs. She stared out into the distance, face void of expression, still holding on. The sun peered from behind uncertain clouds as a bittersweet twilight washing over the field before her in a sea of glimmering potential, and again, she walked. Wherever she walked, the grass withered beneath and around, twisting and contorting in fear of her touch. There was no other direction than forward, and all grew to loathe her presence, corruption seeping from her through the flora, strangling it, though the bird was still held so gently. Death lied in her wake, a soft amble of rot and decay, leading to the end, and to the end she walked. Upon a cliff, she stopped, and closed her eyes in resonance with that which was, that which has been done, that which is no more, and in acceptance, she bowed her head. She opened her eyes, and the bird was no more. Party of one, and the fire loomed wildly in the distance, though the voices rang out still, unending. The path ever veiled beneath the smoke and dancing shadows, she began to walk again, in sincerity, and in understanding. The blaze no longer provided illumination, only the promise of that which was to come. The air became as a plague, the ground itself shifted in turmoil, but despite all, she continued, and from her blossomed life in abundance, an echo of beauty from the ashes springing forth with every careful step. In silence, she kept on, and held onto the hope of something beyond the flame. There was, and would be for all eternity, but the crucible, too, remains, and all must walk forward.
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Hope you all have been well; there's been a lot going on for all of us.
It's been taking me a while to get things done because there's a looming doubt that the project isn't done, or that what is done isn't good enough, even as far as the description. It's a hard thing to work past, and I probably expect more than I'm really capable of, but I feel it's worth it to try anyway. There's a lot I've wanted to say with music, but every song brings its own set of issues apart from my own, and I can't help but wonder if I truly gave it everything I could. Sometimes, it's best to just release it and see what happens; in that, there is relief, and continual resolve to improve, but there is still much more to be done.
I don't know how to feel about the world around me. There's a great deal of good still left in the overarching picture, even if the days and its inhabitants can bring hell. I've been a delivery driver for three years now, and I've noticed a lot about people, especially those that have left other states to move here. I used to enjoy driving, but I've come to expect the worst possible decisions and reactions from people, and I'm often right. Many aren't even happy to get the food they ordered, all correct and on time. Impatience and selfishness are all too common, and I just want to leave everything, but I've left and lost enough, and there are many who just do not understand, by nature or by choice. We can always learn and improve, but the resolve must be within, in sincerity, and it's best to lead by example. It's easy to be apathetic and self-serving, as I was for a long, long time without realizing, but the more we move to understand it and fight against it, the more those ways feel foreign and vile, against who we're meant to be, who we could be if we attempted. Kindness and sacrifice are greatly important, and can speak far beyond what we see.
There's a lot people already know, but what is known and acted upon are often different things. I wish you all the best.
I've got a few more projects in the works, and while I can't say for certain when they'll be done, there is one I'm rather happy with, and I look forward to sharing it. I won't stop producing until I'm gone.
onlymares.horse/Radiarc.zip
This is a compilation of most of what I've made over the years, releases and WIPs. Anything can be used, all I ask is that I'm credited. Thank you all for listening; it's meant a lot to me.
