♫» Space Love
Time for some music. I recently finished Mass Effect and was intrigued by the rather well drawn characters in the narrative as well as by the music which had such a familiar appeal to it, thanks to the 80′s synths in an orchestral setting. Again, I wanted to add my personal two cents to the dark voyage through the galaxy — plus some bonus material. And you can find both right here!
I was working like crazy for many hours straight on that song, the melancholic and desperate flair I was trying to achieve eventually made images pop up in my head, so I guess I succeeded in creating something evocative. In fact, the images and the feel was so clear that I wrote down a little story.
Ideally you click now the play-button and read the short story below.
Seph Carissa – Space Love. 2010.
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If it could rain in space it now would. I look across the capsule. I can see her, head down, her eyes a pale blue, pale as the sky when we left. It was too long ago, and like my memories her eyes have faded. Now she looks at me, and lets herself drift in zero gravity, her slender limbs move half dead, half alive through the space between us. I think I love her.
In the vast emptiness there is not much one can hold onto. So I let myself go, float over to her, meet her half-way. We kiss. Her skin feels cool, as cool as her crescent eyes. “I love you” she whispers, an early tear sparkling in her eye. I believe her. “I love you too” my lips move. Do I really love her? I hold her closer, she doesn’t resist.
There is not much one can hold onto in space. We only have each other. Is it true love or just the black emptiness from outside that slowly creeps into us, deep into our souls? I am the last to know. We keep kissing. I feel her tear against my cheek, mingling with mine. I see the distant stars through the small porthole. In our capsule and in her arms I suddenly feel everything being endless, infinite, and I feel so terribly small and lonely. She digs her fingers in my skin, as if she was trying to keep herself from drowning. So do I. She shivers. Is it true love? Or have we just been so lonely for so long that we are desperate for somebody, yes, somebody who’s there, somebody who protects, somebody who cares.
We lost hope long ago of ever returning, of everything to be over soon. We are the last ones. She sighs. I close my eyes and see the same black emptiness as the one that surrounds us. So lonely, so endless. If I could end it, would I? I don’t know. In all the emptiness I smell her, I feel her long hair. We have only each other. I hold her close, so close. Silently we start crying. “It’s all right” I say to her. To myself. To everything that surrounds us. “I know” she whispers in a broken voice, “Don’t go”. Yes, we are in love. Is it true love? We are the last to know.
Comments
Jot (Mar 23, 2010)
Wow, impressive. Both: story and song (but esp. the song). Nice one (again) Phil! The song really made me think of how you created it. Very high quality!
Phil Strahl (Mar 23, 2010)
thank you, jot, very much appreciated!
after more than 10 years of making music i am finally beginning to have a clue of what i am attempting
bot as for stories… well, i guess i need another 10 years, but it’s fun nevertheless.
as one screenwriter put it: everybody has 10 bad screenplays in them. so it’s better to get them out sooner than later. in my opinion this applies to everything creative…