scene: The people in the village make due with objects that they find in the forest which assist them in rhythmic sound creation.
Scene: the feeling of extreme urgency, lying on the ground while a building is crumbling down upon you. Your friend closes the lid of the egg shaped casket above you. You close your eyes and take in a deep relaxing breath, letting go of the memories around you, you travel inwards within your mind. Strange twists open up in front of your mind’s scape – each time it is different, unpredictable; the trick is knowing in which direction to go. Finally you ground yourself within this new place that you’ve gone to. And in a split of a second you remember where to go and how to operate within this new logic. You hear a bang on this egg carton like coffin, you were trained to open it whenever you hear a bang. You snap out of it, being extremely confused on your whereabouts and time. You snap open the lid – you’re located in a totally new place. Your ‘friend’/teacher is standing next to you.
Scene: The Most Epic Story is about human creation, of their own selves and the things they’ve built; from the time of being single-celled organisms, the struggle to survive and evolve. Each ‘leap’ in evolution could be categorized, evolving in the spawn pool, achieving sensory, coming on land. Each of those could be looked as ‘steps’ in our progression; analyzing from a far, those steps would be in the range of millions. After the man settles in and no longer thinks about protecting himself and his family, the thoughts start to be directed outwards, towards the stars and space; creating shelled flying bodies; as teenagers, we start to leave our home seeking the wonders and new mysteries. We start noticing the fusion of tech within ourselves and our environment; manifestations of operating systems in bodies with high sensory perceptions. We leave the word to them. Fully understanding that time is a circle by looking at it from the 4th dimension, we strive to ‘ascend’, leaving the whole universe behind. Constant story arcs of war and love plague every step of the way. As the mother flips a page in the book, saying that it’s time for bed, the child feebly argues but realizes that tomorrow there’s more story to come.