The fog of memory grows more dense with each passing year, but I still remember riding on my father's shoulders into Qaimusu village whenever he went to town. It was such a vibrant place back then, with so many shops and residences crowded onto either side of the cramped lanes, and extending out over the rivers. A lot of families used boats to get around. It was great.
I had a lot of good memories here when I was really little, and dad hadn't ran off, and mom hadn't killed herself yet. Me and Camdyn... boy, we raised hell -- well as much hell as a pair of six year olds can manage. It feels like a different life, maybe it really was.
If I close my eyes now, and look at the dry riverbeds, and the deserted buildings, I can almost still see it. Father is gone, though, and everyone else with a shred of sense went with him... even mother. The Qaymatas though... I'm surprised they're still here.
~Versearrun's diary, date unknown.
This is the sister song to Earliest Memory and as such, I used a few of the same tracks between them both -- most notably, the percussion.
Qaimusu Village over the years:
Early Childhood
Pre-teen years
Adulthood
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megafighter_x
easy to bob my head to. really cute!