[’In the Green’ Original Company singing “O Virga ac Diadema” by Grace McLean]
♪ O virga ac diadema purpure regis que es in clausura tua sicut lorica: ♪
♪ O flos, tu non germinasti de rore nec de guttis pluvie ♪
♪ nec aer desuper te volavit sed divina claritas in nobilissima virga te produxit. ♪♪
[eerie cello music]
[crickets, cicadas, and frogs sing]
[eerie cello music fades out]
[frightening ethereal cello music]
[light footsteps]
[leaves crunch under the weight of the dragging fabric]
[heavy footsteps]
[frightening ethereal cello music continues]
[light footsteps]
[fabric drags, crunching leaves and twigs]
[crickets chirp]
[frogs croak]
[fabric crinkles]
[cello music fades]
[loud and aggressive splashing as the fabric is washed]
[melodic cello music fades in]
[leaves rustle and water splashes]
[fabric squirts and crinkles]
[heavy footsteps]
[cello music intensifies]
[light and hallow footsteps]
[fabric rustles]
[fabric splashes] [cello music cuts out]
[heavy and sinister bass cello music]
[sinister bass cello music continues]
[cello music intensifies]
[body thuds, the dock creeks]
[cello music heightens and trills out]
[low vibrational frequencies echo throughout the void]
[heavy aerated breaths]
[a bull bellows in the distance]
[the bull angrily bellows] [low frequencies build into a constant ringing]
[EVE shrills] [gutteral cello music cuts in]
[water splashes] [EVE continues to scream in horror and dread]
[EVE screams in pain] [audible popping and snapping sensations]
[bones crack, muscles tear]
[hand smack]
[screaming continues as cartilage and skin rip apart]
[blood squirts and oozes]
[a baby coos then breaks into crying]
[grunting] [the baby squeals and the cello music cuts out]
[heavy and grotesque breathing]
[munching and ripping]
[heavy and grotesque breathing continues]
[sloppy munching continues] [ethereal string music fades in]
[crickets fade as various birds chirp with the sunrise]
[ethereal string music fades out]
[’Eric Whitacre Singers’ singing “The Seal Lullaby” by Eric Whitacre]
[a prayer is softly whispered, almost inaudible]
[a baby screams and cries from another room]
[soft piano music]
♪ Oh! hush thee, my baby ♪
♪ The night is behind us ♪
[the whispers trail away] [the baby continues to cry]
♪ And black are the waters that sparkled so green ♪
♪ The moon, o'er the combers ♪
♪ Looks downward to find us ♪
♪ At rest in the hollows that rustle between ♪
♪ Where billow meets billow ♪
♪ There soft be thy pillow ♪ [the baby squeals with a thud and squish]
♪ Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! ♪
♪ The storm shall not wake thee Nor shark overtake thee ♪
♪ Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas ♪♪ [music fades]