Always Move Forward
Always Move Forward
| Title | Always Move Forward |
|---|---|
| Alt Title | N/A |
| Location | Vincent Adams |
| Upload Date | 3/20/20 |
| Runtime | 10:30 |
| Type | Canon upload |
Always Move Forward is the thirty-fifth video of the Our Horizon Arc, and the one-hundred-and-sixty-seventh canon video in Johnisdead. This video details how Vincent's felt while traversing the Parallelos through a series of distorted sounds. This video's audio's spectrogram contains a large monologue from Vincent.
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First Iteration - 3/20/20
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Always Move Forward.
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The video begins with Vincent walking through a green, forest-like environment meant to emulate the parallelos. As he continues to walk, a loud noise gradually grows in the background. He eventually comes across a tree and idles. The video cuts out, and ends. Though lacking dialogue, the following text is hidden within the spectrum of the audio:
"Waking up. Disoriented. Confused. Who am I? What am I? How did I get here? Why? This place seems to serve as purgetory. Or hell. Left alone with only my deepest nightmares and my darkest thoughts. I realize now that I am trapped here. Wandering. Wondering. Am I meant to be here? Is there even a small chance of escape? It is horrible to even think of. I am troubled by my nightmares, though I do not sleep. I will not. I can not. The sounds that play around me seemingly as if to attack directly. Constant ringing. High tones that shake my mind and hurt my ears as if they bleed. The very essence of this place is tortuous down to the very core of my soul. I am lost. I wander, walking in only one direction. Rarely, creatures make themselves known in the distance. Shadows of what I can only hope are other humans trapped with me in the corner of my eyes. I make no attempts to contact or communicate with anything as I am simply too afraid. What if they are looking for me? Why would they be looking for me? What role do I play in any of this? Why do I play it? Why did I play it. Did I have a choice? Surely I made decisions that led me here. Did someone force me to do these things and make me into the person that I am? Was my life that I can hardly remember real? Is this place real? Is this a dream? I contemplate the idea that maybe the life I remember was the dream and this is the real world. I no longer know the passage of time. There is no day. No night. No sun. No moon. I no longer know if I am dead. I no longer know the taste of food. The feeling of rest. The refreshment of water. This place forces me to live despite my feelings. To go on. My only hope is that something is in the distance. I know I am not wandering in circles. I know I have created my own path. What do I hope to find? What do I hope to happen? Is this death? Would death be better? Every tree is a new tree. I pay attention to the trees. And similarly, I feel them pay attention to me. My mind quietly whispers to me to keep moving. To always move forward. To always move forward. It tells me to keep moving. I keep moving. I play, over and over, the few memories that I have of the 'real world'. Was was I, really, out there? I ask again, is this the real world and that was the dream? I cannot test as I cannot sleep. I wish and I beg for rest but as I slow my motions, the terror in my mind, body, and soul grows stronger. My only choice is to move forward. Forever to always move forward. Forward? Backward? No, forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. I cannot stop or the demons of this place or of my mind will consume me. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. To always move forward. I climbed the highest tree I could find only to see the tops of more trees. I know not what I expected to find. Nor do I know what I hoped to find. Maybe a light in the dark. Maybe a building in the distance. There is no day. No night. To always move forward. I cannot stop to rest. I do not need rest. To always move forward. I feel exhausted but I need to move forward. To always move forward. How many years has it been in this place? One? Five? One hundred? One thousand? Time is nothing to me anymore. I need not sleep. I need not food. I need not water. My body will not decay. I will always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward. Always move forward."
