A part of the Space Force: Lord Captain Commander and the Forgotten Flagships Volume 1: On the Swarm of the Unknowing multimedia project. There are no lyrics, but this music accompanies the first part in a multipart story, the corresponding portion posted in the lyrics section!
<music is coming, i swear it!!!>
(Enigma of the Eldritch labyrinth and the swarm of the unknowing)
Shem Gagil woke with a start, finding himself whole bodied and sitting in some sort of stone enclosure with four walls and an open sky. The air was stale and the smell was beyond ancient. Above, roiling clouds of black, purple and grey flashed wildly with lightning, singing with thunder. Breathing and stepping tentatively, he approached the wall in front of him and stared for several minutes. He then, slowly, delicately placed the tips of his fingers to the stone and a section of the wall fell away in front of him reveal-ing the exterior of his chamber.
Taking a step out into the more open environment, Shem looked around stupefied by what he had just experienced and not knowing what was real or what was next. He was surrounded by towering structures that seemed to reach upwards forever. Each tower was connected to several others by bridges and passageways that were in various states of extreme decay. With little effort he could identify where entire towers had fallen and even guess which would fall next. The clouds overhead reached out close to the horizon, where a faded orange sky was just visible.
Thunder continuously rumbled through the air and the lightning seemed to indicate a great storm was coming. He turned back to the chamber he had emerged from to find the opening was gone and all that stood behind him was a wall engraved with a multitude of faces. Some seemed human, while others seemed reptilian and still others defying all categorization, more resembling the choir of monsters he had witnessed than any creature he had ever encountered in the time before reality was shattered.
Unable to pull his gaze away from the wall, the faces began to contort so slowly that it took several moments for him to notice the changes and several more to be sure the movement was actually happening. Each one morphed from a neutral expression to one of sorrow and then complete horror. The same terrible horror he had felt in the moments before the viewing screen on The Crown shattered.
The same horror he saw in the faces of the choir of monsters.
Suddenly, he was aware of the humming again. That droning that had marked the beginning of this Zostrianian Odyssey had never really stopped, he had just been so distracted he was able to filter it out of his consciousness. That tone was unmistakable. It wasn’t getting louder so much as it was getting closer.
Bursting forth from the open mouths on the wall poured a dark, thick liquid like substance that splashed hard on the ground. Instead of the beads of liquid settling back to ground after being splashed into the air, they dispersed in all directions, flying in great clouds to cover entire struc-tures, which turned to dust in moments - and even the dust seemed to be consumed by the great cloud before it could even begin to settle.
Faster and faster the dark swarms bounced from the viscous liquid splashing the ground, swirling like great tornadoes of destruction sweepingaway everything they touched with a perfect, absolute silence. As the cloud thickened around him, he could make out some of the larger things - they were small dark spheres with three-jawed mouths that seemed to tear at the fabric of this reality itself. Inside their maws was that inky black void of absolute nothing.
He collapsed as he felt the swarm of the unknowing chew away at his memories, thoughts and identity until he dissolved in the manic maelstrom.