03 · the egg that dreamed of going to space to sing
lyrics
no body here
song still here
the song is a thing you scroll. it falls, the way the egg falls — and as the words pass, a small music is rung beneath them: a musical box, tuned to the same simple intervals the whole project is tuned to. scroll slowly and you play it slowly. (it is quiet on purpose — turn your sound up.)
a few words glow gold. they are doors. tap one and it opens — into the breathing egg, the two black holes, the cave, and more rooms as they are built. you can read the whole song and open nothing; the song is the same either way.
three versions
the song
the latest. start here.
the long climb soon
the older, longer one — the egg going up the hill.
from the human's side soon
the same song, told from the person's view.