Arzak Rhapsody

Arzak is a world,

A planet,

a system.

but,

At that time,

he was something else,

a warrior from the Desert-b

become a forgotten legend.

the Desert-b was his kingdom,

and the center of that endless Desert-b...

was the shadow of

the huge white pterodactyl on the sand.

the warrior's mission was to restore the magic order

harmony and perfect vacuum...

which ought to reign in that place.

Some places, like...

Soul of the Wings' tower

With it black eye to the unseen dimensions...

must require frequent inspections.

at such times,

the warrior was to choose their sharpest weapon.

That which restored the harmony of the world...

with the simple play of an appropriate melody.

Arzak is a world,

a planet,

a system,

but also and above all, is a man.

is the lone warrior of the Desert-b

the keeper...

of the silence.

THE SHADOW OF THE MORNING

The Desert-b, without beginning or end

Where life hides under the sand...

and the danger is lurking under every stone.

Sometimes, under the guise of a rock.

Who ever lives in a place so bleak

A hermit? A princess?

The Desert-b is a permanent theater.

Death knocks three times,

Comes.

Is a princess.

I Don't want you to suffer what your white bird had suffered.

I'm the lady of the house I've defeated the shadows

My name is Arzak.

Arzak?

I expect you in my dreams.

I wake up in mortal anguish.

the room is engulfed in shadows.

during our sleep, the candles are blown out

but I can still see well,

and what I see...

I dislike.

in a dark room our body doesn't shade

but I still need sun,

You have the light let in!

No!

I could choose:

Or the same horrible end...

or just a few seconds before the crash.

Is dawning in the Desert-b.

sand is hiding dangers.

Any stone could be a death trap.

Time can not destroy everything.

It's an endless race.

a trail in the dust of memory.

the endless race, the dust...

all that was there that day.

and also, there was a grain of sand...

as red as blood

A blue look...

Like water memory.

That blue look,

It was like music.

There are some days of heavy traffic on the road 88.

Locomotives can be seen, green lettuce

drives by masked men.

Coffee Stardust is the meeting place for all.

Where will you be? Blue look?

a boogaloo with hot milk.

othing better to engage in conversation.

Hey.

My name is Arzak.

...blue look...

I knew why she had taken the keys.

she only wanted one thing.

to drown me.

on the deep blue water.

of his gaze.

The 88 route is like time...

it destroys almost everything

the first to leave are the memories, reduced to dust.

THE BEAUTY FIXER

Nobody knows if the Desert-b is real.

and all those legends about a lone warrior,

riding a white pterodactyl over the vacuum of silence.

there is talk of monsters without a name,

of morbid, death traps, and electrical scorpions,.

I am Sorane.

I repair mechanisms that I don't understand...

and I save to those who will I never see.

Riding my scooter,

I explore the avenues of carnivorous garden.

Otsmane remitrek ot bank et jamromas.

Message received.

Sorane dormosk.

what I detest the most of my job are he triclos.

They are so unpredictable.

or too predictable.

The joint has been weakened and glass has become blue.

dor dormosk sorane boiovine.

Mission accomplished.

dorkweii dork boiovine.

Have I killed a monster?

With a trap? Or with the sting of a scorpion?

That Desert-b? Is that exists?

THE POISON PEARL

Another failure! How many explosives we do have?

- Two! - Then, don't fail again!

- No! - It's moving!

Rydane, Do not miss this delicacy.

What a mess! I'm Starving.

- Me too! - Speed it up! I will beat that to death!

The pterodactyl is faster!

Shoot him! Load with a snake-arrow!

the effect of poison is always unpredictable.

is it ready? I'm hungry!

The nano-waves oven is ready.

Hurry up!

No reation!

Snake-arrows make food sleep.

He will have a nice dream.

- Where am I? - Come. We look at the cube together.

- The cube? - Let you loose.

Don't be afraid.

I can understand.

The poison give me hallucinations.

This human is very circumspect.

It has already started cooking!

I'm starving!

These monsters want to eat my body!

- How do you intend to stop them? - I'm just the spirit of the poison.

Save you!

- How? - It works!

I've put it to a simmer.

- Set the thermostat to 180 degrees. - I could eat it raw!

- Fuck the thermostat! - But, Rydane...

What?

The earth trembles!

A whale-serpent!

- The food! - Is lost!

Take me out of here! - I'm hungry

I'm hungry!

MONKEY'S HEART

Some winter nights,

Desert-b fields, back to life with meandering grass

Under the two moons of that strange planet.

Coral columns throws, to the perfumed atmosphere,

million flakes of life.

That night, perched on an ancient ruin,

the stars just born...

but for greed, dimmed my warrior's heart.

I was playing a melody...

that matched the beats of the heart of the monster

Since when was there?

suspended from the old arch, Carnivorous plants sucked.

I knew he was dying,

and I could not do anything about it.

Only playing, accompanying his last heartbeat.

Just allowing the star's dream...

enter me.

That night, the soul of the stars, came to see me.

Just before it all ends, to the greath monkey.

The sleep have sank into a very deep black.

The Desert-b could retake their cruel nature.

The silence.

THE LOST CITY

golden clouds rolled down your eyes.

At that time...

my hand laid on your shoulder.

At that time...

I liked those golden clowds.

rolled down your eyes free as the wind.

and our eyes, one inside the other...

entwined like the wind,

They bind...

with the wind.

But that was a long time ago...

long time ago...

when we were...

at that time...

the time.

Free like the wind.

THE NINTH GODDESS

- Can you see the Tower? - Not yet, master Xnoboi.

- Don't change the direction! - No, master!

It's just a flyby.

This attack... worries me.

we will comunicate through console of the sarcophagus.

Those propalenos...

What a temper!