Quickening, The (2025)

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[Artist] Everything I've tried

has only ever ended in complete disaster.

Who am I to complain though?

Things in the world seem to

grow more terrifying each day.

It's horrible, a complete nightmare.

If it is a dream,

then maybe one day we

can all wake up from it.

Sometimes it really does seem that way

and some dreams are so real

that when you wake up you can't believe it

because the dreams

seem more real than life.

Why do things have to be this way?

Why must people continue to suffer?

What will become of the world?

One can only ponder

and that's what I find

myself doing most of the day.

In my short life,

I can notice that the world

has changed a great deal.

The people have changed too.

They've lost their

innocence, their patience also.

But who can blame them,

as things just seem to be getting worse?

My life is a direct reflection of this.

What will become of me?

I find myself asking that

question more each day.

Maybe I don't really

want to know the answer.

Part of me wants things to just end,

as horrible as that

is, but I can't help it.

I'm overwhelmed by

everything, but I can feel it,

the suffering of the world.

Somehow, even if I'm removed from it.

But I don't doubt that's true

because I'm sure that

those who truly are in it

would tell me that I could

never truly know their pain.

But that's when the anxiety rises

because I fear that it may

be only a matter of time

before we get ours.

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I try to resolve in my mind

just how things can be

made better in this world.

And lately, I just can't

seem to see how anything

can ever be okay or made better.

There's just too much, too much suffering.

The world is such a mess.

One big mess and my life is also a mess.

Just like many, I'm sure.

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[TV Announcer] There

is w*r in this forest,

not a w*r that has been

fought or one that will be,

but any w*r.

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And the enemies who

struggle here do not exist

unless we call them into being.

This forest then and all

that happens now is outside-

[Artist] I'm always

searching for that place.

But it's not just one place

because there are many.

It's possible that it's a

different time like a memory.

But a memory that's not my own.

Maybe a past life.

There is a familiarity to it,

it's an intensity that

can be overwhelming.

I see a village square in Europe somewhere

a long time ago, probably

in the Middle Ages.

The man leaves the village

and walks through the snow,

I guess to forage or maybe hunt.

There's a mystical feel

to the whole scene though

as if he were on some religious quest.

That's when the whole scene changes.

There's something he doesn't yet see.

There's something ominous and foreboding,

a darkness that he is moving into,

the darkness of the forest.

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I've always yearned to

experience something different,

another person's life, their experiences

which are somehow always

better or more interesting.

And my mind would create these

experiences of random people,

which I've never even seen.

I could dream up entire

scenarios in their life,

places they're going,

things they're doing,

and it would always

change the feel of my day,

the mood completely changed.

And I can even remember

certain days from years ago,

what it looked like, and

felt like, and what I did,

which was usually completely uneventful.

It's terrifying to think

about, and also sad,

the vastness of these years

to just how uneventful they've been.

Maybe that's why.

It's like I was so desperate

that my mind searched for something

to experience different

than this sad and lonely life.

Everything in this world seems to be a lie

and the people are all

actors just playing a part.

Nothing is real.

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Then what role am I playing?

Because I just don't

go along with anything.

I used to, but I can't anymore.

It's like the people,

at least some of them,

are also aware that

they are just pretending

and they continue to

pretend because they're afraid

or maybe they just don't

know what else to do.

And what else is there?

If you don't participate,

then there's really no

place for you in society.

I guess that's what makes

me an outcast of society.

That's how I've always felt anyway.

Maybe that's just the life of an artist.

We exist on the periphery,

always on the outside looking in

and so we can see

things that others can't.

It's a lonely life though.

But I guess I never really had a choice.

It's only in the silence of

nature that I feel that I belong

because I really don't

belong in this world.

I can feel that other world

and I'm reminded of it.

That's how it happens.

I'll see something that

I know I've seen before.

It's deja vu.

When I was 16 and had

deja vu for the whole day,

I thought I was losing my mind.

I could see things starting to materialize

and form superimposed over

everything I was looking at.

It was like the dream world

was solidifying and forming

in this reality.

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And so I was remembering the dream,

which was predicting the next day.

I would become completely

overwhelmed by it

because I could feel everything

I was experiencing in the dream,

all the things that would

be forgotten the next day.

And then it's like it

would click into gear

and I could feel it take

hold like a sequence.

And I can feel it happening right now.

I've seen this before.

It's a recognition and it's uncanny,

but this is different 'cause

I know it wasn't a dream.

Now, I'm remembering.

It's amazing how that happens.

What I see reminds

me of what I've forgotten.

Was I out here?

It's like at some point I

became aware I was out here

and I was as aware as I am now,

but somehow I completely forgot about it.

This was not a dream, of that I'm certain.

I don't think this is the first

time it's happened either,

but why this area?

It's always this area.

Why do I keep coming back here?

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[Streamer] Hey, guys, I just

wanted to come on here today

and make a little video for y'all.

I know there's a lot of stuff

going on, lots of crazy things

that are happening in the world right now.

I don't have to explain that to y'all.

Y'all are aware of that.

I just kind of wanted to touch base

and I wanted to mention I had some intel

from someone that came to me.

He seemed very unnerved.

That's how I would put it.

He, he kind of expressed

to me that there was about,

there was some stuff

that was about to go down

and it was gonna be unlike

anything we've ever seen before.

And I can't tell you who he is

or how I have made contact with him

as, as my own kind of intel source,

but I can tell you that he is legitimate.

This man, he, if there's anybody

that knows what's going on

with this, it's him.

And it seems like there's a lot of stuff

that's gonna be going, going on here

and coming down the pipe.

And you know, I just,

you know, I'm, I'm, I'm in my fifties now,

so I'm an older gentleman,

I guess, I'm past middle-age

and you know, in my whole,

all my years, my whole life,

I've never seen anything

like this, how things are going.

It's scary, you know, there's just, it's,

you can just feel it closing in.

It's all just closing in, man.

And I get to, I've gotten to a point

where I don't even know what to do.

I just gotta sort of, in

my mind I'm thinking

I'm just gonna hunker

down and try to wait this out.

But if what he says is true,

that means all hell is

about to break loose.

I don't want to go into detail on here.

Y'all know how this works.

I gotta be discreet about

things and I can't say too much,

but I just kind of want

to convey that to y'all.

I know it's rather vague,

but have y'all seen the sun lately?

The sun is, it's just, I

don't know if it's just me,

but it just seems different.

The lighting's different.

I used to look at it and

it had a golden glow.

Now, it's kind of got like a whitish.

It's, it's so bright you

can't even look at it.

Earlier in the day, it's

so hot it's like a laser.

And I mean I, I've heard people saying

that basically it's like a

laser, but this is different.

This you feel it on your skin.

Even in the winter, you

know, it's an intense light.

And it's just strange to me

and I, I heard a NASA scientist,

I saw a video recently

and I'll link it below.

He was saying something about,

well, this guy was an ex-NASA scientist,

and he was saying something

about the sun is changing.

I don't know if y'all heard about that,

but he said there's all these

kinds of changes happening

to the sun and it's putting

out more energy now.

I know it's like a solar

maximum or solar minimum.

I forget what he said,

but I don't know if y'all noticed that.

Let me know.

Well, anyway, that's about it.

I'll let y'all go.

Just hang in there, you

know, that's what I'm doing.

You just gotta hang tight,

and hope and pray we get through this.

Alright.

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[Artist] "He made his

way along the winding path."

There seemed to be no end in sight

as it extended far out

beyond the visible horizon.

It was dusk now and the

golden light of the setting sun

behind him reassured

him of his heading East.

The ground was already becoming hard again

as the cold night set in.

He grabbed for his chalice

to drink his last drop of water

and licked his parched lips

desperately for any moisture.

He had been on a long journey now

and had lost track of

how many days it had been

nor could he recall either,

how long since he had last eaten

except for some berries along the way.

He pushed on, determined to

keep moving through the night

with very little rest.

Not until he would reach his pilgrimage.

He desperately pleaded though

that he would have a clear night

so that the stars in the

heavens might lead the way.

As the darkness descended upon him

there would be great unease

as there was every night

as a lonely traveler in a foreign land.

He hadn't seen another since

the last village he'd passed,

a good many days prior,

but this would come as a relief to him

as people had not been kind thus far.

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And he knew of the dangers

that awaited those like him

on such a journey as he found himself.

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The only thing he knew

was that he must push on.

It was imperative that he

reach his destination in due time.

This, his quest and

potential final journey,

which he accepted with great honor,

but not without hesitancy.

For he knew that such an honor

would only be bestowed upon those

that are deemed as

truly righteous and worthy

of such an ordeal in tasking.

He was advised never to

open the contents of the parcel

which was given to him to deliver.

He assumed it contained a holy fragment

recovered from the

ancient ruins left behind

from the great destruction.

But this was not for him to know.

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And he would never go

against his sacred orders.

But it was in the darkness

and silence of night

when the temptation would always arise

as he laid beside the

scarce warmth of the sad fire

as kindling and fuel grew sparse

in the barren desert wasteland

that he moved through each day.

The parcel, flickering

in the dancing light

of the tired flame,

beckoning him to peek inside.

This he resisted with all his might

as the voices of the

darkness grew with each night.

He would awaken at

dawn just like every other

with it buried under him,

"protecting it with his life and flesh."

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It's all just a big mess, my

life, the world, everything.

But then again, there are many

who seem to be doing great.

Is it because they just don't care?

How can they not look around

and see that the world is burning?

Are they just completely

unaware until it affects them?

It's only then when it

affects their own life

that they actually care.

They can only maintain the illusion

of their normal daily life in reality

until it is absolutely

impossible for them.

I dunno what will become of me

or how I can even continue on.

I don't understand why I'm even here.

And really, things only seem

like they're gonna get worse in the world.

So I don't know if I really

wanna be in this world anymore.

If this is how my life is gonna be,

then I don't think it's worth it.

I really don't.

I don't even know what

I'm doing anymore or why.

What's the point to this or anything?

Nothing really seems to matter anymore.

Why do I even paint?

I used to enjoy it and

most of the time I do,

but this really isn't about any of that.

It's this feeling I have

that I just can't scratch

and it's always there.

Things are just not right and

everything is just all wrong.

Is it my fault?

Did I make a mistake at some point

that led me to feel this way

and made my life the way that it is,

what can I do to change this?

I fear that there's nothing I can do

that it's just inevitable, that

I should continue to suffer

with no way out.

Because it's more than just my life.

It's everything.

It's the whole world.

Everything that's wrong with the world.

And what can I do to fix that?

Probably nothing and nothing

makes any sense either.

This day the world makes no sense.

Why are things just so awful?

Why do so many people have to suffer?

There's something that terrifies me

and it's that the feeling I have is a sign

of something much worse to come.

It's a horrible feeling like a

dark cloud coming towards me.

It's that dark cloud on the

horizon that truly scares me

because you can see it coming.

I'm not really sure what

that means but I can feel it.

It's the darkness.

That's what scares me the most.

And the fear is overwhelming.

The most awful feeling that there is.

There's no rationalizing.

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(choir harmonizing in foreign language)

(choir harmonizing in foreign language)

(choir harmonizing in foreign language)

(wind blowing)

It's only in fleeting moments

where I can catch a

glimpse of that reality.

It's all in the light.

I saw the light and it

completely overwhelmed me.

I was enveloped by it and became it.

There was no resisting it.

No hiding from it.

It overtook everything.

This place though, or

maybe the state of being

is right there in front of me.

Yet, it still can't be reached.

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(staple g*n clicking)

(staple g*n clicking)

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(staple g*n clicking)

(staple g*n clicking)

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(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(grass crunching)

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What have I done?

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(water trickling)

(water trickling)

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(artist gasping)

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What is happening to me?

Am I losing my mind?

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Frashokereti, Middle Persian.

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In the ancients, they're

a rare stream of religion.

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It deals with the destruction of evil

and the ultimate

restoration of the universe.

The good will be unified with God.

Ahura Mazda, the Zoroastrian God.

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Once very long ago, all of

creation was truly good and pure.

And that over time, evil corrupted it.

It says that one day

good will prevail again

and all evil will be destroyed

to restore the world to perfection again.

Things will return to the perfect

state which they once were

in those early days of creation.

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At the end of time,

there will be a great battle

between good and evil.

The good will be triumphant

and the dead will be resurrected.

There will then be a final judgment,

which will be through ordeal.

The mountains will crumble

and their metal will melt

and flow down like rivers

of lava across the earth.

All of the people,

those alive and those who

are dead but resurrected

must then make their

way through that river.

Those that are righteous

will not be harmed.

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The wicked, however, will not be spared

and burned by the molten rivers which flow

down into hell To purify all evil.

It goes on to state

that the righteous will gain immortality.

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It's incomprehensible and it's not real.

It's just completely unreal.

I don't want it to be

true, but I know it is.

How can this be?

I have no proof, only a

knowing of what will happen

because I saw it, I felt it,

and it was more real than this,

right here, right now, and

what is right in front of me.

It was so real.

It was not a dream,

but a vision or prophecy.

I'm not exactly sure the

order which it will occur,

but what I saw is just so terrible.

There are no words for it.

It was just complete chaos.

People have no idea.

Chaos is the only word I can come up with.

It was hell on earth

and there was no sense

to be made of it at all.

Like all meaning, all order,

everything meant nothing

anymore and then all was lost.

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And it was like you were

forced to beg for it to just end

because it was all just so terrible

and the suffering was beyond unbearable.

I'm trying to make sense

of this, it's just impossible.

The only way I can try

to describe what I saw

was that somehow something changed.

There was some kind of a

shift on a metaphysical level

that altered the nature

of reality as I knew it.

And life on earth went from normal,

or what I only knew was normal,

and became something

else, something awful.

I can describe further

the events as best I can,

but it doesn't do it justice

because as terrible as those events were,

it doesn't describe the true nature

of that hellish reality and existence.

There was immense

destruction that was unavoidable

as though some force or something

had decided it was

time to end life on Earth.

What I saw was the

other side of life, its end,

its certain and final death.

Of all things, all life.

But it was something worse than that.

It was all existence.

And it was just utterly tragic.

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Like this beautiful gift, the gift of life

and all things that are

beautiful, graceful, and pure,

all creation, was just suddenly taken away

and it was replaced by just

complete suffering and ugliness.

But again, the events that I was seeing,

as awful and unbearable as that was,

was still nothing

compared to what was felt.

The feeling or the

perception of such a reality

that was worse because

it was just sheer chaos.

And I struggled to even comprehend that.

It is the incomprehensible,

all meaning of any kind

was destroyed and ended.

And so you begged for that to end

because it was impossible to look away.

I know this is going to happen.

There's nothing anyone could

say to convince me otherwise.

I know no one will even believe me.

So there's no point in even trying.

It seems completely inevitable.

There is no stopping this.

It will happen.

And I already lived it and felt it.

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[Officer] The wind.

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Where did you find it?

[Captain Proteus] One of

the men did down with the river.

He was very busy baying at the moon.

[Officer] They have broke it,

aren't you ashamed of yourself

staying away without

lead for two old days?

An officer should know

how to control himself better.

Have a drink, Captain.

[Captain Proteus] Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

[Officer] You must never,

never do that again, Proteus,

don't you know that there

are evil spirits without bodies

who roam the forests looking

for unsuspecting dogs like you?

And that when you open

your jaws to disturb the moon,

why they leap into your

mouth and possess you,

then you could become-

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[Artist] "And he said

to me, these are they",

which came out of great tribulation

and have washed their robes

and made them white

in the blood of the lamb.

Therefore, are they

before the throne of God

and serve Him day and night in His temple?

And He that sitteth on the

throne shall dwell among them.

They shall hunger no

more, neither thirst anymore,

neither shall the sun

light on them, nor any heat.

For the lamb, which is in the midst

of the throne shall feed them

and shall lead them unto

living fountains of waters.

And God shall wipe away

all tears from their eyes.

And when He had opened the seventh seal,

there was silence in

heaven about the space

of a half an hour.

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And I saw the seven angels,

which stood before God,

and to them were given seven trumpets.

And another angel came

and stood at the altar

having a golden censer.

And there was given unto him much incense

that he should offer it

with the prayers of all saints

upon the golden altar,

which was before the throne.

And the smoke of the incense,

which came with the prayers of the saints,

ascended before God

out of the angel's hand.

And the angel took the censer

and filled it with fire of the altar

and cast it into the earth.

And there were voices, and

thunderings, and lightnings,

and an earthquake.

(ethereal music)

And the seven angels,

which had the seven trumpets,

prepared themselves to sound.

The first angel sounded

and there followed hail

and fire mingled with blood.

(ethereal music)

And they were cast upon the earth.

And the third part of

the trees was burnt up

and all green grass was burnt up.

(ethereal music)

And the second angel sounded,

and as it were a great

mountain burning with fire,

was cast into the sea.

And the third part of

the sea became blood.

And the third part of the creatures,

which were in the sea and had life died.

And the third part of

the ships were destroyed.

And the third angel sounded,

and there fell a great star from heaven

burning as it were a lamb.

And it fell upon the

third part of the rivers

and upon the mountains of waters.

And the name of the

star is called wormwood.

And the third part of the

waters became wormwood.

And many men died of the waters

because they were made bitter.

And the fourth angel sounded,

and the third part of the sun was smitten,

and the third part of the moon

and the third part of the stars.

So as the third part of them was darkened

and the day shown

not for a third part of it,

and the night likewise.

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And I beheld and heard an angel

flying through the midst of heaven,

saying with a loud voice,

whoa, whoa, whoa to

the inhabitors of the earth.

By reason of the other

voices of the trumpet,

"of the three angels,

which are yet to sound."

(ethereal music)

(floor creaking)

(eerie music)

(door creaking)

Mom?

Dad?

(eerie music)

(door creaking)

(footsteps thudding)

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(footsteps thudding)

Where did they go?

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(footsteps thudding)

(door creaking)

What happened to them?

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Where did they go?

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(artist crying)

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(door lock clicking and squeaking)

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(birds chirping)

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Our Father, who art in

heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who

have trespassed against us.

Lead us not to temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, the power,

and the glory forever and ever.

Amen.

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(choir harmonizing in foreign language)

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