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Fintail Sound Archive Vol.3
“Bones Remember Too”
— When silence left fingerprints on skulls.
Before the room, there was a single paper lantern swaying in the quiet — its light not for seeing, but for remembering.
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There was once a room
where silence dressed in fur.
On the wall hung a hundred red wishes,
stitched into shapes of breath.
Each one murmured,
but none spoke.
And beneath them,
three monkeys sat —
one covering ears,
one eyes,
one lips.
But their bones were humming
all along.
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They didn’t hear the wind.
But they remembered it.
When it brushed past their sculpted hands,
the sound it made wasn’t noise—
but a shape, a tremble, a shift in shadow.
Something like a warning.
Something like a lullaby.
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One skull wore a powdered wig.
The other, plastic spectacles.
They sat in the glass like forgotten actors
who had once whispered entire galaxies
into someone’s palm.
Now they waited.
And the only sound was “yet.”
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In a pond nearby, koi swam
like commas that never reached
the sentence’s end.
Their tails didn’t splash—
they curled sound
into the water’s surface.
And from time to time,
a raindrop fell in,
and made the memory visible
just for a moment.
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Back at the shrine,
someone added one more wish-ball
to the cloth cascade.
They whispered a name
they didn’t say aloud.
The sound didn’t fly,
but folded itself
into a red thread—
and that thread became
the vertebrae
of a prayer.
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Sometimes silence isn’t emptiness.
It’s the sound that refused to leave.
And bones,
they remember.
Even when no one else does.
🐚 “If silence could wear a scull’s glow, which sound would walk beside it?”
🎧 Listen to the archive here:
• Tim Hecker – Virgins
• Harold Budd – The Pearl
• Deathprod – Treetop Drive
• Lichens – The Psychic Nature of Being
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