So I was listening to this and I went and checked the lyrics and I got suddenly inspired to make an analysis of them —not from an in-game pov since I don't know it— but from an environmental real world perspective. It's gonna be super well researched and poetic you'll see! *cough*
Just picking the english lyrics here.
Message of the blowing wind
Erasing memories
Stars are the witnesses of our existence
-> No idea what to do with the first part but you could say that the last line reminds us that we are definitely tiny things in the universe.
Change is what the world awaits -> Yeah I guess we all want more equity and decent living conditions guaranteed for the rest of our life
Could that be peace or war?
The answer no one knows
-> uh not touching that
Trusting the break of dawn -> we are led to focus on short term and daily life waiting and hoping for change idk
The blue bird flies away -> Ah yes twitter finally shuts down
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Travelling beyond the bounds -> we're breaking planetary boundaries
We have to take that step -> we need to engage into drastic change
What are we waiting for? It's now or never -> we're basically the last generation that can still avoid the worst (i.e. going beyond +2°C of global warming) through immediate actions
Fear to see "The World to Be" -> it could mean the world as it's going to be when it warms beyond +1.5°C. Or it could mean the world that switches to sustainable lifestyles and that people may imagine as being less comfortable and going backwards etc.
Is why we hesitate -> if first option we may be immobilized by fear and anxiety; if second option we may be led to believe that a sustainable life isn't something that can be desired
Repeat the same mistake -> we keep going what we've been doing for decades even though we know it's leading humanity into a hard wall (right, not only humanity)
Hoping to break new ground -> hmm if it needs to be coherent with the above, it could be that we hope to find magic solutions that won't require us to change anything
The blue bird flies away -> right twitter is breaking again
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Reaching out to catch the sun
To hold it in our hands
Longing for something strong to hide our weakness
-> we're counting on hypothetical future technology and new inventions to save us instead of humbly accepting how small we are and the physical limits of what can be done
Soon the light may disappear -> yeah
Nothing is meant to last -> yeah sure
Yet we believe our world
Searching for happiness
-> idk maybe it's about how some of us are willing to engage and try to make things move in the right direction, in hope of leading a decent life for themselves and/or their kids, or at least just to be in tune with their values and beliefs
The blue bird flies away -> ah yes finally twitter's owner is gone goodbye
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Prompt 185
No one could get into contact with Constantine.
Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something.
And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!)
So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer.
“You’re not Constantine.” .
The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.”
He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.”
… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…
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"Kuina's death is ridiculous" yes! That's the point! You do realize that falling down the stairs is a way of showing Zoro how fragile human lives are, right? You are aware that the point of Kuina's character is the unfairness of the world towards women in comparison to the privileges men have, like living in itself and fulfilling their dreams, right? You know that Kuina's death is "ridiculous and dumb" because it's meant to show that even the strongest person Zoro knew could die from something so little, right? You understand that the value Zoro gives to life is fucking immense, right? Right?? You realize Zoro can't seek revenge because nobody took her away from him and now the only thing he can do is become the world's greatest swordsman to avenge her death, right? You get that Zoro's character is an atheist because he doesn't believe in anyone and he can only rely on himself when it comes to Kuina's sudden death, right? You are aware that sometimes people die in the simplest of ways and that doesn't make them weak because death doesn't discriminate, right? You know that all of these things are what make Zoro's character so interesting and important, right? Right??? You know, right?
Well, of course you fucking don't because if you knew you wouldn't be saying her death is ridiculous <3
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Jason: I don't think Dick and Tim have what it takes to kill someone
Damian: tt no, they could never
Dick: *literally killed the joker, one alt universe version has killed the bats* ha ha yeah
Tim: *has like 3 alt versions that are murderers, has committed attempted murder, and definitely has a body count because of RR* oh yeah we don't have what it takes
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His son's children
When Alfred looked into the security video of the front gates, he froze for a moment. Taking in the image of the two children there. One was a tall, red haired girl with a teal headband, confident but with a look of wary in her eyes. Behind the girl was a younger boy, black haired and wearing a NASA shirt, appearing to be reluctant like what they were doing was a bad idea. Alfred's stomach dropped just a little when he saw the boy and his familiar features.
A second later worry flitted accross his face, but still, because of protocol, he asked them for their reason for this surprise visit. No one expected any visitors this late, and Alfred knew if he looked over his shoulder, he would find one of the children snooping, trying to find out who their visitor could be.
Yet when he heard the girls request to see him, not Bruce Wayne, but him, Alfred Pennyworth, his stomach dropped even more. Knowing now for sure that he hadn't seen wrong with the boy's features. He buzzed them in, while his mind remembered old cherished memories of two you black haired toddlers playing together, growing up together until that one day. When he chose to stay and his significant other chose to leave. Sometimes, he wondered if Bruce still remembered the one that could have been a brother to him if things had gone different.
He doesn't regret his decision, but when he looked at the two worn-out children, no his own grandchildren, before him he mourned the fact that he had let his own son become astranged from him and Bruce. Having believed it to be the best with what Bruce had started to get up to.
But maybe it wasn't to late to make amends he thought as the young girl, clearly of the same vibes as Richard, like someone who had grown up to fast and taking on responsibilities that shouldn't be theirs, tried to explain that they won't call him grandpa if it made him uncomfortable and that they would only need a place to stay for a couple of days before they could move on.
Alfred's heart broke for them as he listened to the girls, Jasmine's hurried explanation.
During her explanation, he studied them more closely. Marveling at how much the boy, Daniel, looked like him when he had been younger. But also noticing the clear signs of injury he was trying to hide. He suppressed a huff, years of taking care of his reckless charges and other grandchildren, and their wounds had made him an expert in spotting these things. But it also gave him a sickening feeling. The injuries Daniel tried to hide did not appear like your average kind of injuries.
They were going to stay, Alfred would make sure of it and he would also let Bruce know of his findings. There was clearly more to his grandchildren sudden appearance than Jasmin was willing to explain.
Whatever endangered his grandchildren from his own estranged son. He would ensure that nothing would hurt them ever again.
His granddaughter did not need to list reasons to convince him to let them stay for a couple of days. And his grandson did not need to look this cautious and wary of him like someone was going to attack him any second.
Alfred was going to give them a home if his son couldn't. And if Bruce had a problem with it, he could take it up with his children. Clearly, if he looked over his shoulder at the noisy little ones, all of his other grandchildren could see that these two before him needed a home to stay.
Besides from the looks of it, they would fit right in with this family.
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