BORROWED SKIN2

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(The Dungeon Master offers an understanding, rueful nod, letting the modern references slip away like smoke as he recalibrates the balance between fantasy and human emotion.) Dungeon Master / Narrator: You're exhausted. You've been staring at those same notes for hours, trying to find a mistake that isn't there. Just close the book, my friend. Let the weight go. I'm back, aren't I? Everything is exactly as it should be” [Verse 1] > [A slow, dry frame-drum ticks like a steady heartbeat in a quiet room] > He’s sitting right there, stirring ice in his glass, > Smiling it off while the awkwardness passes. > “Just lost in the pines, just got caught in the rain,” > Acting like nothing could cause him a pain. > And Arthur relaxes, and hands him a drink, > Too tired to notice the ship’s about to sink. > While you’re checking your notes and comparing the dates, > Knowing damn well he was locked out of the gates! > [hook] > [A low, winding bass guitar melody creeps in, steady and hypnotic] > Oh, look at the thread, look at the hem! > You’re trying to reason away all of them! > The story is smooth, but the timing is dead, > Just noise playing tricks in the back of your head. > You’re keeping the score while the floorboards unwind— > There’s something behind those eyes... quote the blind. > [Verse 2] > [The beat strips back to a hollow snap and a hum] > Selene looks up with a flat, careful stare, > Knowing how wrong it is breathing his air. > She’s resting her hand right where safety is kept— > “He didn't shiver the whole time he slept.” > You stare at your notes and you cross out a line, > Desperately hoping that everything’s fine. > [hook] > [A low, winding bass guitar melody creeps in, steady and hypnotic] > Oh, look at the thread, look at the hem! > You’re trying to reason away all of them! > The story is smooth, but the timing is dead, > Just noise playing tricks in the back of your head. > You’re keeping the score while the floorboards unwind— > There’s something behind those eyes... quote the blind. [Spoken Interlude] > [The music drops out completely. Just the faint sound of rain tapping on dark timber glass] “Funny. I don't feel the cold anymore. Do you? - You look like you're carrying the weight of the entire world on your shoulders. Let me help.” > [instrumental] [hook] > [A low, winding bass guitar melody creeps in, steady and hypnotic] > Oh, look at the thread, look at the hem! > You’re trying to reason away all of them! > The story is smooth, but the timing is dead, > Just noise playing tricks in the back of your head. > You’re keeping the score while the floorboards unwind— > is there nothing behind his eyes!... quote the blind!