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Desert Machine 00:00 2. Dread Feedback 05:17 3. Frequency Oscillation 09:23 4. Celestial Vortex 13:22 5. Sandstorm Oracle 17:29 6. Sound of Doom 21:55 7. Static Resonator 24:49 8. Edge of Calibration 28:36 9. Listening Engine 31:59 10. Outer Dark (bonus track) 36:13

The old oracle dragged his staff through the choking veil of sand, every step a muttered argument with the storm that refused to quit him. The ruins whispered around him—columns half-swallowed, temples leaning like tired giants—each one a memory of a world that forgot how to stay upright. The storm had been howling for seven days and seven nights, but he’d been walking far longer than that, powered by a prophecy that refused to die even as everything else did. The purple dusk above him smoldered like a bruise on the sky, pulsing with signs only he could read.

He stopped once to listen—really listen—to the grinding roar of the wind. Beneath it, softer than breath, came the rumble of something old turning over in its sleep. A buried god or a buried world; he wasn’t sure the difference mattered anymore. He tightened his grip on the crooked staff, feeling its wood tremble with every distant quake. “Soon,” he rasped, though whether he meant soon salvation or soon destruction wasn’t clear even to him. Prophecies didn’t come labeled.

When the sand finally thinned, he saw the silhouette he’d been searching for: a toppled archway carved with symbols older than the storm itself. Each symbol flickered faintly under the violet haze, eager as buried embers. He pushed forward, robes whipping around him like tattered wings, and knelt before the stones. With hands cracked like old bark, he brushed away the dust until the runes began to glow in earnest—soft at first, then blazing like desert lightning. They recognized him. They remembered him. That was almost a comfort.

The earth shuddered deep beneath his knees, and the storm paused—just for a heartbeat—as though the desert itself were holding its breath. The oracle knew what came next. He’d seen it in visions for decades, though never with the clarity that now clawed its way into his mind. He wasn’t there to stop the awakening. He wasn’t there to guide it. No—he was merely the witness, the lone soul tasked with watching the world crack open again.

As the first colossal shape began to rise from the dunes—black against the trembling sky—the oracle leaned on his staff and let the storm wrap around him like an old friend. Whatever came next, whatever crawled or roared or judged its way into existence, he would greet it the way he greeted all omens: with weary acceptance and a stubborn spark of hope. After all, a world can’t be remade without witnesses, and he’d outlived the rest. credits released December 5, 2025

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