The Resonance War
About This Track
"The Resonance War" covers the rise and fall of a grand civilization, all in a little under 12 minutes.
This self-contained epic tells the story of the owlin masters, who irresponsibly began experimenting with time magic. Seeing its wonders, they began to use it to reset time everywhere, whether to cheat death or to improve everyday life. But the magic came with a curse - every cast just caused more paradoxes, until a final destructive war that made the world irreparably damaged and unliveable.
Eventually, the owlins decided to correct their mistake. They entrusted a single successor, Levanya, with the awesome power to manipulate time in case a catastrophe was unsolveable by other means, and created an allegorical book to teach her the lesson the owlins had not learned themselves. Then, they cast their final reset, fading into eternity, having never existed at all.
Judge whether you or anyone you know could have written this by hand. I certainly could not have, and I would suggest that only the best composers in the world could have. Every part of this track - from suggestions of words in the lyrics to composition to the "performance," to the mixing that allows all the guitars to be heard through the wall of sound, would amaze me if a human had written it at a cost of $50,000. I was able to do it in a day, at a cost of $5.
Imagine what Nobuo Uematsu will be able to achieve in 6 or 12 months, when people of his caliber begin to fully adopt tools like this. Until then, lose yourself in Levanya's world for a few minutes.
Lyrics
In halls of dawn, when stars were young,
A hymn of ages first was sung.
The Owlin masters, proud and grand,
Held ticking aeons in their hand.
They played the chords of sun and star,
And wove the threads of near and far,
A melody that bent the light,
And held at bay eternal night.
But pride's sharp note began to swell,
A perfect world, a whispered spell.
"Let's tune the Song, remove all strife!"
"Let's grant all things unending life!"
The other half, in fear, decried,
"Some notes are not for us to guide!
The tempo of the world is vast,
A harmony not meant to last."
Oh, hear the truth the echoes tell,
Beneath the sound of every spell.
For every note that bends the hour,
A silent fracture claims its power.
The sweetest sound, the kindest grace,
Leaves but a scar upon this place.
For Time's true heart cannot be mended,
Once its pure song has been expended.
The factions clashed, a sound so fell,
It cracked the sky and broke the spell.
The music bled, the rhythm broke,
The final, awful chord awoke.
A thousand suns in madness set,
A wound that reality can't forget.
The hymn of ages turned to screams,
And shattered all the Owlins' dreams.
With broken voice and dying breath,
The last few fled a world of death.
They gathered dust and fading light,
And memory from endless night.
With sorrow's ink and wisdom's art,
They wrote a world to play a part,
A final lesson, bound in grace,
A resonant and lonely place.
Oh, hear the truth the echoes tell,
Beneath the sound of every spell.
For every note that bends the hour,
A silent fracture claims its power.
The sweetest sound, the kindest grace,
Leaves but a scar upon this place.
For Time's true heart cannot be mended,
Once its pure song has been expended.
This book was penned, this stage was set,
To pay a world-forged, solemn debt.
Not for the fallen, nor the lost,
But for one soul, at any cost.
A child to bear the final key,
To learn what we refused to see.
Levanya, born of rift and rhyme,
You are the final heir of Time.
This scar you see, this endless fray,
Is but our failure on display.
To fight the flaw, to seek a cure,
Makes only ruin more assured.
Your power is to turn the page,
And end this long, tormented age.
Not with a sword, nor mending strain,
But wisdom born from shared pain.
And now....
AND NOW.....
You've heard the truth the echoes tell,
Beneath the sound of every spell.
You've learned every note that bends the hour,
A silent fracture claims its power.
You know the sweetest sound, the kindest grace,
Leaves but a scar upon this place.
Therefore, Levanya!
Time's true heart cannot be mended,
Once its pure song has been expended.
Let this world fade, a lesson learned.
Let silence be the peace returned.
Close the book, the tale is told.
A future you alone must hold.
For the day may come when all is lost
If you are willing to bear the cost,
Use your power if you must
But remember the world reset, turned to DUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Song is done.
The lesson heard.
Let stillness be the final word.