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I had already put together a few tracks to choose from for AW 2024. But it usually turns out the way you don't expect.
During yesterday's (15.11.2024) train ride home from Miyazaki to Akashi, a melody whizzed through my head that wouldn't let me go.
Today on 16.11.2024 I was able to translate the track into real sounds. As I have to go back to Tokyo on Sunday, I didn't have much time to create the new track. However, I hope that the track is ok in terms of quality and the chosen instruments.
And - the track is definitely not created by AI.
Sincerely, Sachiko
A story from the future
My journey to the end of infinity begins in the year 2098, on a sunny morning. It is July 17, and I have hyakuju (100 “lives”). Birthdays are not traditionally celebrated in Japan. That's why there aren't many people here who usually attend birthday parties. My husband, also well over 90, my old children, around 70, and my great sons, around 45, have made themselves comfortable on the terrace. The sun warms me. I'm lying on my lounger, lost in my thoughts, when a voice asks me to come along. “Where should I come with you,” I ask in a low voice.
“Come with me to the end of infinity,” says the voice with a warm undertone.
“Free as a bird,” I think, and I can already see myself floating in the sky. I move away from my resting place faster and faster, it becomes very bright, and I float further and further, further and further.
“You will now fly for a very long time until you reach the end of infinity,” the voice whispers again. “When you reach your destination, you will discover a bright star. Pick it up and look inside. You will read a message. Follow this text.” That's the last I hear of this voice.
“How long is infinity anyway?” I think as I float towards my destination. “How long will it take me to get there?”
“Time is endless,” there it is again, the voice. “Time no longer matters to you, you have time now, lots of time, time to infinity!” “When will I reach my goal?” I ask, stunned.
“You don't have to be so impatient, stay calm, you'll know when you're there! You're on a journey to the stars, then you'll be a star when you reach your destination!”
The calm tone of this voice gives me a sense of security, I feel safe.
“Timeless” is how I perceive my state of weightlessness. Is it my soul or is it my thoughts that make me drift into infinity?
“I haven't reached my destination yet,” I think, and my journey into infinity has probably already lasted a thousand years or a million light years, I don't know, I don't care. Infinity doesn't know the concept of “time”, it just lasts endlessly, or is there an end at the end after all?
“What will I find there? Will I even be able to find the one bright star among the many other stars?” “Why do you doubt?” the voice suddenly asks, ”trust what I have told you!”
Free of any fear, I float through infinity at the speed of light, hoping to discover the certain star. “How long have I actually been traveling? Isn't there a faint bright light shining in the infinite distance?”
“No, I'm probably mistaken, aren't I? No, I'm not mistaken, the bright glow is getting clearer and clearer.”
“You'll soon be able to hold the star in your hands,” I hear the voice say. “You're almost there!”
I carefully approach the bright, twinkling star lying on a round table covered with a red cloth. A harmonious triad underlines this magical scenario, these three wonderful tones one after the other. “What awaits you? What's in store for you?”
“Take the star in your hands,” the voice asks me. “You will read a message for yourself in it and then put it back in its place!”
Without hesitation, I touch the football-sized star and pick it up with my hands. There is a slight ringing sound, followed by a slight vibration, and the star suddenly shines with a beautiful, bright light. I stare at the star in fascination, unbelievable, I've never seen anything like it. Breathless, I then see a line of writing running from right to left:
“You, I am your star, but you are here too soon, you have to go all the way back, back to your world. I want to sparkle for you for a longer time, you still have so much to write. One day we'll meet again, you know where I live now. When that time comes, you'll be called. Please put me back again!”
I carefully put the star down, the radiant glow goes out, only a soft, bright light outlines the star on the red ceiling, the vibrating has stopped and the ringing can no longer be heard.
I am very still, breathing very shallowly and quietly, when something unknown touches me on the head.
My granddaughter's voice snaps me out of my reverie with the words: “Grandma, you're snoring again”.
Confused, I look up and rest on the lounger on the terrace.
My husband has set the table and an irresistible aroma of fresh tea wafts past me. Our guests show a cheerful serenity!
Had I really just been dreaming and had my soul traveled back in time?
During yesterday's (15.11.2024) train ride home from Miyazaki to Akashi, a melody whizzed through my head that wouldn't let me go.
Today on 16.11.2024 I was able to translate the track into real sounds. As I have to go back to Tokyo on Sunday, I didn't have much time to create the new track. However, I hope that the track is ok in terms of quality and the chosen instruments.
And - the track is definitely not created by AI.
Sincerely, Sachiko
A story from the future
My journey to the end of infinity begins in the year 2098, on a sunny morning. It is July 17, and I have hyakuju (100 “lives”). Birthdays are not traditionally celebrated in Japan. That's why there aren't many people here who usually attend birthday parties. My husband, also well over 90, my old children, around 70, and my great sons, around 45, have made themselves comfortable on the terrace. The sun warms me. I'm lying on my lounger, lost in my thoughts, when a voice asks me to come along. “Where should I come with you,” I ask in a low voice.
“Come with me to the end of infinity,” says the voice with a warm undertone.
“Free as a bird,” I think, and I can already see myself floating in the sky. I move away from my resting place faster and faster, it becomes very bright, and I float further and further, further and further.
“You will now fly for a very long time until you reach the end of infinity,” the voice whispers again. “When you reach your destination, you will discover a bright star. Pick it up and look inside. You will read a message. Follow this text.” That's the last I hear of this voice.
“How long is infinity anyway?” I think as I float towards my destination. “How long will it take me to get there?”
“Time is endless,” there it is again, the voice. “Time no longer matters to you, you have time now, lots of time, time to infinity!” “When will I reach my goal?” I ask, stunned.
“You don't have to be so impatient, stay calm, you'll know when you're there! You're on a journey to the stars, then you'll be a star when you reach your destination!”
The calm tone of this voice gives me a sense of security, I feel safe.
“Timeless” is how I perceive my state of weightlessness. Is it my soul or is it my thoughts that make me drift into infinity?
“I haven't reached my destination yet,” I think, and my journey into infinity has probably already lasted a thousand years or a million light years, I don't know, I don't care. Infinity doesn't know the concept of “time”, it just lasts endlessly, or is there an end at the end after all?
“What will I find there? Will I even be able to find the one bright star among the many other stars?” “Why do you doubt?” the voice suddenly asks, ”trust what I have told you!”
Free of any fear, I float through infinity at the speed of light, hoping to discover the certain star. “How long have I actually been traveling? Isn't there a faint bright light shining in the infinite distance?”
“No, I'm probably mistaken, aren't I? No, I'm not mistaken, the bright glow is getting clearer and clearer.”
“You'll soon be able to hold the star in your hands,” I hear the voice say. “You're almost there!”
I carefully approach the bright, twinkling star lying on a round table covered with a red cloth. A harmonious triad underlines this magical scenario, these three wonderful tones one after the other. “What awaits you? What's in store for you?”
“Take the star in your hands,” the voice asks me. “You will read a message for yourself in it and then put it back in its place!”
Without hesitation, I touch the football-sized star and pick it up with my hands. There is a slight ringing sound, followed by a slight vibration, and the star suddenly shines with a beautiful, bright light. I stare at the star in fascination, unbelievable, I've never seen anything like it. Breathless, I then see a line of writing running from right to left:
“You, I am your star, but you are here too soon, you have to go all the way back, back to your world. I want to sparkle for you for a longer time, you still have so much to write. One day we'll meet again, you know where I live now. When that time comes, you'll be called. Please put me back again!”
I carefully put the star down, the radiant glow goes out, only a soft, bright light outlines the star on the red ceiling, the vibrating has stopped and the ringing can no longer be heard.
I am very still, breathing very shallowly and quietly, when something unknown touches me on the head.
My granddaughter's voice snaps me out of my reverie with the words: “Grandma, you're snoring again”.
Confused, I look up and rest on the lounger on the terrace.
My husband has set the table and an irresistible aroma of fresh tea wafts past me. Our guests show a cheerful serenity!
Had I really just been dreaming and had my soul traveled back in time?
