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Prompt:

“REM Core Deep” An advanced prog acoustic composition charting the spiral from awareness to oblivion: Awake → REM → Core → Deep. Opening with bright harmonic bursts and erratic finger-thumps, the “Awake” section feels almost too sharp—alert, anxious. Then, REM floods in: looping melodic cycles and surreal harmonic bends, where tapped motifs repeat with slight mutation, like dream fragments melting. Vocals enter hazy, disjointed: “Our names forgot themselves / but still we danced / in rooms we never saw before.” The “Core” stage sinks the tempo into darker tonal centers. Percussion softens, but rhythmic complexity deepens—ghost touches and asymmetric patterns stretch time. Lyrics blur further. Finally, “Deep” is near silence: harmonics pulse like sonar, spacing widens, solos dissolve. The 12-string rings like breath held in still water. No lyrics should reference instruments or playing—keep all metaphors inward. Ends with a single harmonic echo, fading into the dark between thoughts.

Image:

Description:

The image depicts a vibrant, colorful spiral that represents the journey from awareness to oblivion. The spiral starts with a bright burst of harmonics and finger-thumps, symbolizing the awake state. As the spiral progresses, it transitions into a more dreamlike state, represented by the REM section. This stage is characterized by looping melodic cycles and surreal harmonic bends, with tapped motifs repeating with slight mutation. The Core section of the spiral sinks the tempo into darker tonal centers, with percussion softening and rhythmic complexity deepening. The lyrics blur further, creating a sense of disorientation. Finally, the Deep stage is near silence, with harmonics pulsing like sonar and solos dissolving into the darkness. The image concludes with a single harmonic echo, fading into the void between thoughts.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: REM Core Deep
Tags: Progressive Acoustic, Experimental, Ambient

Awake, our minds in jagged flight,  
Sharp like the edge of morning light,  
Fingers twitch and hearts still race,  
Searching for a sacred place.  
  
We chase the echoes, fleeting dreams,  
Through shifting lands where nothing seems  
To hold its shape or wear its name,  
Yet still we dance, no rules, no frame.  
  
Our names forgot themselves,  
But still we danced,  
In rooms we never saw before.  
  
REM, the spiral draws us in,  
Whispers in the storm, beneath our skin,  
Cycles twist and change their face,  
A dream is born, then leaves no trace.  
  
The world is bending, soft and slow,  
Rhythms pulse where shadows grow,  
A gentle fall into the unknown,  
Time unwinds, and we're alone.  
  
The core, a place where light turns black,  
Where echoes fade and nothing’s back,  
Fingers touch, but only air,  
Lost between the here and where?  
  
The deep is cold, the silence deep,  
A breath held in the ocean’s sweep,  
No sound, no shape, no thought remains,  
Just ripples fading into veins.  
  
The echo lingers, faint and true,  
Like memory’s final hue,  
A thought that never made it through—  
We fade and leave the dark, in two.