For this non-song, I recited a poem from H.P. Lovecraft's short story "The Doom That Came to Sarnath" and did the only thing that makes sense: made it creepier and completely incomprehensible. (It is artifact #13 after all.) It's similar in sound and feel to other things I've done for this project. There is nothing but my voice (two tracks), a single keyboard track, and some effects. This is the original poem:
Slumber, watcher, till the spheres,
Six and twenty thousand years
Have revolv'd, and I return
To the spot where I now burn.
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness:
Only when my round is o'er
Shall the past disturb thy door.
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