Issue 1: Requiem Aeternam & Kyrie of the accompanying comic to Requiem for a Fading World. Follow along to the visuals drawn beautifully by Kris Stewart / Aquemini Arts whilst you listen to the Requiem for a Fading World soundtrack.
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Kyrie: The Mother writes a letter warning her Daughter not to return home after the war. She must follow the bears to seek food and find a place to plant her last remaining crop seeds further South. She attaches the letter to her ex-service pet rooster, who is able to fly into the war-zone with his modified bionic wings. He soars over a patchwork of destroyed villages and is about to reach the Daughter, but is shot down by a sniper and the letter is destroyed. Straight on to Dies Irae…
Dies Irae: The Daughter leads her soldiers into a bloody battle, a bitter civil war with the corporate controlled government. The Daughter and her troops are desperate to capture the last remnant of available power resource to heat their villages and failing frozen farmsteads.
I hope this letter reaches you in the battle field. I am writing to warn you: do not to come back after the war ends, I’m leaving home. You implored me to await your victorious return, promising resources and power to heat the failing farm, but what is the point now the earth is poisoned? The soil is lifeless dirt.
Do you remember how long it’s been since we last had successful crops? Some seeds I’ve been saving since before you were born. In the years since you enlisted the cold weather has forced a retreat, we filled the poly-tunnels and green houses, and our own houses with crops. Pots of seedlings crowding at the windowsills. I sent the farm hands home. No need for gardeners in winter. They dutifully did all the end of year maintenance, even washing the hot house windows to let in as much of the meagre sun as possible. The farm was put to bed to await spring, a spring we are still waiting for. The world shrunk, snow drifts up the drive, up to the door. Once the power ran out we slowly burnt all the trees to keep warm, even the orchard. The Blenheim Orange and Ergmont Russet and the little apple tree we planted together, but I’ve kept the seeds of each. I dream of mustard greens and celebration squash, sungold tomatoes and ink black potatoes. We had grapes once, you know. Hard to believe, hard to imagine. The twisted old vine is till there in the hot house at the edge of the walled garden.
This season not even the weeds have returned. All the little animals and birds have moved south to find food, and in the last weeks the bears have come down from the North mountains driven by hunger. I will have to follow them. I am taking my walking stick and hammock and all of the seeds. I’ve gone through the rat proof old cabinets and gathered everything. I’ve got just enough preserves left for one last journey, and must leave today or starve waiting for the end of this pointless war. I will take the East road down South, looking for land to plant the seeds and start again. Find me where the snow melts, I’ll leave a sign.
All my love, Mother Xxx
Dies Irae
Daughter and Choir of Soldiers:
Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
Dies irae, dies illa.
Daughter:
Summon before me
Legions on this day of wrath!
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