Daylight Ghost

Daylight Ghost

Grizzly: Deep Raspy Grit

Ezra: Robotic Cipher Echoes

(Slower, drifting, and melancholic)

Phonetic Watch: [closs] (nearby), [redd] (past tense), [teer] (from the eye)

(A high-pitched, shimmering synth bell. The radar ping is now slow and distant. The sound of a heavy door opening into the wind.)

GrizzlyJones: "Say my name..."

GrizzlyJones: "Yeah, dats me."

Ezra: "Cipher locked."

GrizzlyJones: "Bringing the [ledd] to the [fy-er]."…

(A soft, warm sub-bass hum. No drums yet.)

Grizzly: The arcade lights are dead, the street is gray Watching all the magic start to wash away Your number’s on my wrist, but the ink is blurred The quietest goodbye I’ve ever heard We walked into the sun, we lost the blue Now I’m standing here, just looking at the [redd] version of you….

Ezra: Visual artifacts... detected. Recalibrating... truth….

(A slow, steady electronic kick drum enters. Airy synth pads rise.)

Grizzly: Are you still the one I saw inside the smoke? Or just a hollow punchline to a cosmic joke? I’m reaching for the [closs]ness of your hand But we’re drifting back into the barren land….

Ezra: Distance increasing... gap... widening….

(Melodic synths swell with a lot of reverb. The radar ping becomes a heartbeat.)

Grizzly: You’re becoming a daylight ghost to me!…

Ezra: Ghost to me!…

Grizzly: Fading out of the frequency!…

Ezra: Frequency!…

Grizzly: I had you in the dark, I lost you in the light Now I’m chasing the echo of a single night….

Ezra: Chasing the echo... night... night... night.

(A crisp, snapping snare drum adds a sharper rhythm.)

Grizzly: You looked so different with the sun on your face A stranger in a very familiar place We didn't talk much, we just watched the cars Two travelers crash-landed from the stars I saw a [teer] hit the pavement in the rain While you tried to remember my digital name….

Ezra: Memory leak... sector 7... name not found….

(The beat drops out. Only a single, vibrating cello-synth remains.)

Grizzly: Was it the neon? Was it the wine? Was it the way the signals align? I’m checking the wrist where your number used to be But the rain took the secret away from me….(Hey!)

(Maximum atmosphere. The synth layers stack up into a massive, airy wall of sound.)

Grizzly: You’re becoming a daylight ghost to me…

!Ezra: Ghost to me!…

Grizzly: Fading out of the frequency!…

Ezra: Frequency!…

Grizzly: I had you in the dark, I lost you in the light...

Ezra: Lost in the light...

Grizzly: Now I’m chasing the echo of a single night.

(The music dissolves into the sound of passing cars and a soft, static hiss.)

Grizzly: Just a ghost in the machine.The fire is turning cold within the Alchemist’s mind.The stars are gone, and I’m looking for you….

Ezra: Signal lost. Searching for trace...

Ezra: "Harmonic [seel]... applied."

(A final, soft radar ping, then the sound of a radio turning off.)