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Released 10/31/2022.
Duration: 2:48.

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• Veritas Unae veritasunae Bandcamp veritasunae SoundCloud ← Ghost Writer (Extended) Previous track contribution by this artist → Too Slow Next track contribution by this artist (vocals)
• SplitSuns splitsuns SoundCloud ← Pick a City Previous track contribution by this artist → Analemma Next track contribution by this artist (mixing)

Lyrics:

"Oh my my my... whatever do we have here?

A troll all by their lonesome
Such a pitiful sight!
Tell me, dear, whatever drove you
From the party here tonight?

I can tell you have the spark
Of that there is no doubt
But I've picked up a trick or two
Even you've not heard about!

Every party needs a stellar hosting
Someone well versed in the ways of fun
I promise that I say this without boasting
But I must assure to you that tonight has just begun

Here now, you must come a little closer
How else can you see what I have here?
Now to make a delicate incision
Watch as I make this knife disappear! Ahahahaha!

Parasitic
For each critic
It will take control

Every party needs a stellar hosting
Someone well versed in the ways of fun
Let's raise a glass and have ourselves a toasting
To us together making this party the bestest one!

Truly each of them are sleeping
Minds are barely used at all
I'm just doing due safe-keeping
I'll feast upon every soul!

There's simply no chance denying
What is fact and true
If you help me, they'll be crying
The life of the party is you!

Parasitic
Catalytic
Let me take control

The life of the party... is doomed!
Ahahahaha... hahaha!
Who's ghostwriting now?
Mwahahahahaha..."

Artist commentary:

Vast Error:

Her copy is smiling. Something she cannot name lurks in its eyes, beneath a whirlpool of algae green and petrol blue. It’s hypnotizing enough to make her not question it.

"You look upset", her copy says. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Serpaz offers a smile that matches that of her copy. "Me? Upset? I’m not upset! Why would I be upset? I'm never upset."

If her friends are party poopers that always bring her down, and if she’s so bored she wants to carve her brains out of her skull, that doesn’t mean she’s upset, does it?

It takes her a moment to realize she said all of that out loud.

Her copy grins from ear to her. Its eyes glow brighter, teal and canary yellow. "I can show your friends how to have fun," it says, "but I'd need your help."

"What do you mean?" Serpaz asks. The fire escape sways around her; the corners of her vision coil into blooming fractals.

"You’re so bright," her copy says, its mouth stretching just an inch too wide. "Too bright for this empty shell of a world. You don’t deserve for those so-called friends of yours dulling your colors."

It’s not an answer to Serpaz’s question, but it’s exactly what she wants to hear. It soothes the voice at the back of her mind, the one that she often manages to forget. The one that says it’s her fault everything’s falling apart. That if she wasn’t so much— or if she could be more— their friend group would be as happy as they used to be.

She clears the lump in her throat. "What do you need me to do?"

The copy laughs a laugh that's much unlike her own. No snorting giggles, but a suave cackle, if such a thing exists. And it begins to morph its shape, twist and contort in place as it dribbles chroma from every pore and animates the setting around them.

Then it begins to sing.