I wrote all three parts of this as one very long song. It's probably the weirdest and most complex thing I've ever done, and I'm definitely not done with it.
Chiman used to lay in the fields at his family's farm and stare wide-eyed into the night sky with curiosity and wonder, always pondering what marvels and horrors lie out in those black frigid expanses. His mother was always fussing and worrying over him, furiously running out to the fields to get him (and his imaginary friend Al) back to bed. Chiman was born with an incredibly rare condition that caused his brain to not get proper oxygenation, leading to nearly constant severe headaches, minor hallucinations and paranoia, and debilitatingly low energy.
Mere weeks before Chiman's seventh birthday, he had a major medical event and slipped into a coma. Given a bleak prognosis, the family grappled with what to do next. In the midst of all the pain and grief, the TV which was left on in the background seemed to light up brighter and its volume almost seemed to turn itself up. Appearing like an angel from the heavens, an advertisement filled the room with a heavenly glow, booming out with a gentle but powerful voice that rang through the ears like music in a cathedral.
"Everyone deserves a second chance at life..." the opening line said. Everyone in the room locked eyes onto the screen. A new prolific company called Independent was offering, in their own words, "safe and affordable cryogenic solutions for the everyday citizen." The words "brighter future" and "better world" appeared onscreen as the voice explained payment plans and options. The mother was already searching for their website before the ad ended.
Even after selling the farm, it was difficult to come up with enough money for the down payment. Chiman's mother didn't like some of the vague language in some of the things they were having them sign, nor did she like how quickly they wanted them to sign them. They weren't being given enough time to properly read them, but when she pressed this issue the company threatened to rescind the offer. Seeing no other option on the table, the family acquiesced.
Life on the farm is so warm and so lovely
See all the stars, they're so clear from the field
My head is aching from all that's above me
My mind is somewhere else, Mama it's real
"Let's get you back to bed,
you've made your hair a mess..."
It's hard to stay awake
A passive dream state