Shape Hill Demo - Original Soundtrack

When the wreck lays itself bare to the eye, every crevice becomes a means to an end, every word awaiting the touch. Surmount this wreck, understand it, and come to know the limitations of the ever morphic self.
Original Soundtrack for the demo of Shape Hill, created by myself.
Play the game here:
samwow.itch.io/shape-hill-demo
Buy the OST on Bandcamp!
samwow.bandcamp.com/album/sha...
Tracklist:
0:00 Sacrosanct Shapes (Parallel)
2:24 Sacrosanct Shapes (Angle)
4:46 Sacrosanct Shapes (Rectangle)
7:17 Sacred Geometry
10:53 Divine Machinations
13:38 Divine Machinations (Crescendo)
16:23 Sacred Geometry (Reprise)
19:59 Uncomfortably Still
23:13 Uncomfortably Still (Crescendo)
26:27 Serenity at the End of it All
28:19 OUT OF BOUNDS
29:34 GEOMETRICAL ZEALOTRY
32:31 SHRAPNEL PIERCED THE MIND
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The world unfolds around you, unfamiliar and stark in contrast and decline.
Every ledge is a means to your triumph in a decaying city.
The ducts run deep below the skin of the hill, through buildings and parks and whatever else is left.
Gather yourself. Find meaning in the discarded text. A faint memory resonates but goes unrecognized.
Obtuse constructions are yours to manipulate. Their idiosyncracies are your means to ascension.
A titan burdened by industry begins to awaken.
I remember the sound of children playing in the church garden, and the beautiful sounds that would resonate through its halls and down into the lower levels of the terraced housing that run up and down the scars that mar the hill's back. Moments of clarity are drowned in a haze of static.
This was a place of violence. Only the voices remain.
Old weapons fire once again, now with divine intent.
One day there will be answers, but today is not that day. Take peace in not knowing.
YOU HAVE SLIPPED BETWEEN THE CRACKS OF HISTORY AND FOUND ITS ROOTS TO RUN DEEPER THAN PREVIOUSLY KNOWN. UNCOVER ITS SICKLY GRANDEUR.
THE GOD OF FORMS IS ITSELF A FORM. THE FLESH MADE GROUND. THE DIRT ITSELF BREATHES.
SCARS ARE BUT MEMORIES OF PAST VIOLENCE, PRESERVED LIKE AMBER WITH AN ACIDIC BURN. SHATTERED NEURONS FIRE LIKE CANNONS AT NOTHING AND EVERYTHING, DISCONNECTED FROM THE SELF.

[@marvinfilip9508]

awesome

[@reddicing]

pretty chill, i'll go check the game out

[@TheWifiRouter]

samwow you gotta send me whatever you were on when making the description of this video

[@Samwow]

I was completely and totally sober sadly

[@marvinfilip9508]

they’re called thesauruses
scary stuff