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My Singing Monsters | My Magical Sanctum Remix

To sing, or not to sing, that is the question of which all monsters must face: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of silence, And by opposing end it. To die is to slumber, and by slumbering to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to: such is a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come... Wake up, dear child, for what the world hath wrought for thee is no happy story. Prepare to have thy dreams crushed, thine innocence shattered, thy wonder for the world torn into an indescribable amount of pieces. Prepare never to be the same young soul that thou once wast... What art thou, but a pathetic excuse before thy God? What art thou, but a disgusting disgrace before all thyself? Worth nothing of the love that others may once have had for thee, worth nothing of the resources or forces that work to keep thy hear beating. But nay, it beats, and not only doth it beat, but it screams. It screams in anguish, in pain, in anger. It screams, it cries, outwards for what it knows it shall no longer have. What art thou, fair child, but one who hath been unknowingly thrust into the cruel reality of this world? To see the flower that thou lovedest so dearly, to see torture, sin, all borne with an unfathomable greed and perversion that fills thee with a heretofore unknown amount of hatred. To see all of this before thee, is it by then anything worthwhile to continue this mortal hell? To love is to be changed, but is to love as well to die? To wake up vomiting out all of thy sadness and terror in the midst of the night, to be thrown into an eternal pit of darkness and pity, to be completely alone in thine attempt to understand it all? And what of the budding joy that thou lovest, why hath the Lord forced thee to witness this destruction, this despair, this unbridled display of evil and corruption? Shall it thence be upon thee to fall to silence, Or to otherwise be forever muted to those for whom thou sing'st? In this period of unending grief and misfortune, in this period of frantic worry and petrified fear for what may have been, and what may still be... To sing or not to sing? There is no question, oh fair child, sing for what thou hast now lost, sing with the strength and the fire of one thousand, nay, one million shining suns, sing with the anger and the passion that was wont to set the Sanctum upon a roar! Sing! Download it right here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1URRN... This is it! Mushaboom's VSTs have finally been found, (I found a suitable Tam-Tam, which may actually be the one they use!) which means that all of Sanctum has (Probably) been found! It makes me very happy to share this with all of you, to finally have this Island Remix be 100% complete just like Light Island! Because this Island is also my Second Favorite Island, and is special to me in many of the same reasons that Light Island is, I thought to give it a similar treatment and make some original Æsthetically fitting Artwork! What Magical Sanctum represents to me is very similar to Light Island, but also very different. With Light Island representing Light-Heartedness and innocence, Magical Sanctum represents the opposite. Yet, it teaches how to grow from such pain. Magical Sanctum reminds me that just as the song screams and beckons for a place all its own, so too will remembrance of pain forever linger and scream within the mind, but to be consumed by them is to die, and to die is perhaps to be thrown into a status of pity and underlikeness, where one may be walked upon. Therefore, wilt thou allow thyself to be forever tortured by the pain of the past and perish like a dog, or wilt thou rise up above the hand of the oppressor, and forever walk free from its grasp? The choice is thine... Until then, -$5note Portions of the materials used are trademarks and/or copyrighted works of Big Blue Bubble. All rights reserved by Big Blue Bubble. This material is not official and is not endorsed by Big Blue Bubble.

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