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by Secret Sealing Club

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LTE298 I wholeheartedly love every single track in this album so much!! There has not been one collaboration album where that's been the case for me before, and this album has more than done it!! I wouldn't rather have my first Comiket CD appearance any other way; this album and everyone who worked on it is absolutely amazing and I am so thankful I could participate in it!! ^0^ Favorite track: Ren - Paradox feat. KISAKI.
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Marisa Nya This album radiates big UWU energy. Favorite track: 11ama sama - Immersion.
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The girls had come to a clearing and had decided to sit down. The expedition was a failure, but they knew success was coming ever closer. Not letting the failure take them aback, they decided to lay around for the rest of the day. A summer afternoon's sun lay to waste as the sky turned a hazy shade of purple and the fireflies started to dart about the Japanese countryside. As the night grew on, the chirping of crickets and sounds of the night slowly roared into a symphonious cacophony, and wisps seemed to arise from the forest. The pair were entranced by the state around them, magic was thick in the warm summer air, and they could feel it. Mischievous laughter seem to come from around them as the boundary between one realm and another started to fall apart in a blur. Moonlit shrine grounds came into view through the mist, and an unknown, yet familiar red-and-white clad figure stood within, watching the sky. The sensation of the night was dreamlike, yet something still felt off. An apparition came to life before them, and the laughter ceased, the apparition had died before, but was alive yet again. This time was her treat.
When the morning light brought a strange dream to an end I saw a shocking truth that I can't comprehend-- Was it insight? Or madness? Or maybe a lie? Will there ever be a day when I'm not left asking why? I had dreams of an old world -- a fiction, a folklore And though it seemed so foreign, I'd seen it before A delusion? A vision? An alternate plane? Was that what I had witnessed, or have I gone insane? Walking through a forest where the leaves never fall I come up to that split path, but I can't recall Do I go left? Or go right? Which road do I take? Is this choice a reality, or is it a fake? Going down the left path, I was met with surprise by a violet woman with soft glowing eyes She told me We're the same I'd stay in this land I woke up in the morning, her white hat in my hand Please say you believe me and the things that I've shown Say you'll wander with me and face the unknown Just hold your tears Face your fears And let it all go Take my hand: I'll show you a land nobody knows Hold your tears And face your fears Just let it all go Take my hand: I'll show you a land nobody knows Hold your tears And face your fears Just don't let me go Come with me and we'll fly to the land only we know
The sun was completely disappeared. It was the dead of summer, and the forest’s thick green canopy completely blocked out the sky. A steep mountain path wended upwards through the greenery. Upon this path ascended two girls. Renko Usami led the way. Behind her by several paces followed Maribel Hearn. “How much further?” Maribel asked, nearly out of breath. Neither of them were prepared for the humid summer heat, much less the steepness of the path they were on. “I don’t know, Merry,” said Renko. “The guide didn’t provide a total distance.” “Even if we get to the top,” said Merry, “we won’t be able to see anything through all the trees.” “The guide said it’s a sacred mountain,” said Renko, “so there’s probably a shrine at the top.” “What guide was this again?” “It wasn’t Naturalis Historia, that’s for sure.” The woods around them seemed ordinary, but Merry was used to finding the weirdness in seemingly ordinary places. An air of foreboding hung about the place. On either side of the path, Merry would notice strange items littered in the vegetation—unopened containers of food, discarded articles of clothing, a cast-iron frying pan, a single boot. “Why do these woods give me an eerie feeling?” Merry said. “Is this really a sacred mountain?” “You noticed it too?” said Renko. “Apparently, the mountain itself is sacred, but the forest around it has some stories associated with it.” “Does that sound familiar…” said Merry. “I think we’re getting close to the top,” said Renko. “Nothing to do but keep upon the path.” And there was nothing to do but keep upon the path.
Girl's Sealing Dream [少女秘封倶楽部] - ハルヒ The comforting warmth of the summer has passed, and is here yet again. The barren, frozen winter is always the hardest. It is the point in which the line that distinguishes reality and the dream world, got thinner and thinner, and eventually was lost in the meaning and place of my consciousness. I am unable to tell what is real, and what isn’t anymore. I don’t remember how long it’s been since it all started; but I remember one thing, in the static of this prototype plane of existence. Renko has abandoned me. I don’t know why, or remember when… I have not seen her in months if I can recall correctly. It has affected me deeply… It hurts. But I’m hoping I can wake up from this dream soon enough. I feel like I’m sealed in here, with no escape. I’ve never felt this lonely before... Even despite the fact that months have passed, I wake up every morning and still feel my heart connected to Renko’s. But with time I fear it will fade completely. I hold onto the hope that I can wake up, and pull myself from this distorted alternate universe, and go back to the days when Renko would step up with adventurous eyes, daringly look up at the dark night sky, and declare the time and location, of us both here on this earth; together as one.
you are the ghost in my halls a faded memory and as I wander through it all returns quietly our dream of salvation under this endless sky a hope for a place to belong a promise made [before the dawn] “take my hand, we'll find a way through the storm tonight watch the skies, all we can do is wait for a sign” so you said a lifetime ago in this place we once called home was it never meant to last? are we doomed to repeat the past? so face the truth, there's nothing left here but grief and pain watch the skies, all I can do is make my way through the storm through the rain through the rain [...but maybe this was all that was meant to be maybe the only thing we can do is let fate decide what happens next]
The human lived in a place that he called home for 12 years. In June it was, that life was at its peak for him. Early on in the month, he had run the fastest he would run for at least another 2 years and said his goodbyes to some of the greatest friends as they graduated from his school. Moments before his friends left, he asked them if they knew what had happened when he was in the 7th grade. They knew all along. He would see those friends time and time again throughout his adventures of overcoming adversity, but never again in the same manner. In the midst of this series of bright and sunny 30 days, he had begun working tirelessly, staying up all night, getting an hour of sleep before running in the morning, sleeping some during the day, and still managed to accomplish things that he would not accomplish ever again. He had already accomplished so much, but that was not enough for him. Although he was very productive and got a lot done, around the time summer rolled around, it was apparent that he had taken a completely wrong turn and decided to focus on the things that did not matter, rather than the things that did. He was selfless, but not in the right way. He realized that he needed to do something, something that he should have and could have done at the very start of the year, and fast, but working on and worrying about pointless things was still his number one priority. He failed at the task the first time, cried, and had no hope left. It was then, that people told him that he would have a second chance and that he needed to stop worrying about the past and focus on the future. He did just that, and by the 29th, although still working and tired, he had completely surprised everyone, including himself. He had done it, and would never have to do what he had just done again, and for the first time in the month, felt great about himself and energetic. This was short-lived, however, as the pointless things that he had been working on and worrying about the entire time had caught back up to him, as he was still getting little rest and countless distractions emerged from countless others. He forgot about the one thing that mattered most, that this was indeed the last month in which he would live in this place, and this beloved place that he didn't realize mattered to him so much was falling apart day by day, right in front of him. Others were not supportive of him all along. They were selfish. He was selfless. They told lies to him about what was to be in store for him in the coming days: "It would never happen." While all that was happening, and all the way through June, he still did not come to notice once how little the things he was working on mattered, and that he was just hurting himself tirelessly, painfully, and mentally. He should have made it clear that he was going to do whatever he wanted to do, not what was hurting him and didn't make a difference. Things were looking like they were gonna be in his favor towards the end. All he had to do was press a button, and the last thing he wanted to accomplish in the month would be accomplished, although not in the way he had envisioned at the start, but accomplished nonetheless. However, he was more tired than he had ever been. All the things he had done to himself leading up to that point had built up way too much for him to handle, and although he wanted to do it before the end of June, for reasons that did not matter, he gave himself until 3 AM, the morning of July 1st. It did not happen. Countless alarms that he had set did not alter the peaceful sleep he was enjoying. 3 PM had passed, and he would not wake up until way into the afternoon of the first day of the new and refreshing month. Indeed, he woke up and immediately thought "NO!" to himself and himself only, but it would eventually lead him to realize that he had won the battle all along. He had tried his best, and in the end, this particular month of June was just a learning experience for him. He would start doing the things that mattered to him and others most, not worrying about the countless pointless things that he encountered on a day to day basis. The changes to his life in July that he was worried about occurred so fast, but it was not without its purpose. That place that he had lived in and the people that he lived with there would not be forgotten, but he had finally let those thoughts be a thing of the past, something to embrace, and not constantly worry about. Two years later at the end of a new June, the human who has already graduated says: "I wish you'll be happy." Maribel: “Wow, was this story obtained through the Netherworld?” Renko: “Yes. Indeed it was… but there’s just one thing about it.” Maribel: “And what’s that?” Renko: “It doesn’t have to do with the Netherworld.” Maribel: “Huh? What do you mean by that?” Renko: “It has to do with our world.” Maribel: “What? What makes you say such a thing?” Renko: “It said -LTE (2019.06.30) on the back of the relic.” Maribel: “Really? It did? And did you take a picture of that?” Renko: “Well… unfortunately, for some reason, it won’t let me take a picture.” Maribel: “Are you serious? You got a great picture of the story on the front of the relic itself.” Renko: “Yes, my camera shuts off immediately whenever I try to capture a snapshot of the back.” Maribel: “But you still saw it?” Renko: “You bet. I wonder what it means to a larger extent though.” Maribel: “Your guess is as good as mine… actually I take that back; yours is probably better.” Renko: “Haha. Well for now let’s just let that story sink in for a little bit. I’m sure the underlying meaning will come to one of our minds eventually.” Maribel: “Sounds like a plan, I am the perfect analyzer when it comes to reading things after all!!” Renko: “Oh sure you are.” Maribel: “I’m not lying though!!” Renko: “Shoot you got me there, you never tell a lie.” Both girls soon proceed to analyze the story further while listening to a magnificent album released at a popular convention. The girls depicted on the album’s front cover seem pretty similar to how they appear in real life, which is why they picked up the album at the event after stumbling upon it at a booth in the first place.
“I miss her..” A faint memory echoes within her head. “It was so long ago..” She closes the windows of her mind, and drifts to deep sleep.. Memories slowly begin to drip out from the back of her subconscious. Fake sceneries paint a masterpiece of emotions, as each destination passes through the windowsill.. She dreams of a train ride, following a line of tracks to lead out to sea. A dreamscape that illustrates the very being of her thoughts. Each scenery, while fake, expresses a point in time which was once very real. Real enough for her to cling to.. Yet not enough to seal the hole in her heart. From the highest peak of Mt.Fuji, to the densest jungles around the globe, each window presented a glimpse into the world of which she used to know. Some beautiful, others nightmarish.. Yet none seem to break her composure. In each one of these sceneries, though wildly different, they all share one similarity. A faint image of what seems to be a young maiden in purple. She has not seen this individual for what it seems to be as long as she can remember.. The face in every depiction is blurry, unfocused, and illegible. Yet despite this, she spends her time admiring each faceless ghost with an endearing smile. A smile only a loved one can offer. Arriving at her destination, she unboards the train. Setting foot inside the crystal clear, yet shallow water.. She observes a never-ending aqua-marine scenery. The emptiness seems to stretch on forever, only broken in composition by the train tracks that stretch even beyond itself in both directions. “So much blue..” She takes a step, and another, and another.. Until she steadies herself against the waves beneath her feet.. The wind caresses her body, while snatching her hat away along with the breeze. Startled, she begins to turn her body.. unbeknownst to her that a figure has already retrieved her head-piece. “I believe this is yours..” Frozen, as if struck with pure awe, no words of appreciation could escape her mouth.. Clutching her hat, a single lace-decorated hand is offering back her only belonging. Yet she cannot grasp it. The hand is accompanied by an elegant woman of tall statue, with only good intentions. What she wants is right there, and she still cannot bring herself to grasp it. To simply reach out towards something that she has held dear in her memories for so long.. Yet she cannot grasp it. No matter how hard she tried, as the figure in front of her was not truly there. A face she cannot see. A gesture she cannot return. A smile she cannot embrace. The sea beneath their feet begins to swirl and contort, becoming something much darker.. much deeper.. “Wai-” Before she is able to finally speak the words that beat against her heart.. The world beneath ate her. Swallowing her into its deepest currents. Helplessly beneath the surface, the warmth she felt from above grows only more distant as she falls further into the void.. Until the tracks and figure from above are no more than shadows of a mere memory.. “I’m sorry.. I.. I can never go back. No matter how much she wants to. I have to push and lock these feelings deep within me, until I am able to face you once more..” “Until I can find the right words.. to describe just how sorry I am to you.” Deeper and deeper, she falls into the gap.. Until a new morning arises along the horizon of a world without a sea..


01 - Immersion
Arrangement: 11ama_sama (twitter.com/11ama_sama)
Original: 二色蓮花蝶 ~ Red and White ("Dichromatic Lotus Butterfly ~ Red and White")
Source: 蓬莱人形 ~ Dolls in Pseudo Paradise

02 - Discotheque in Sanatorium
Arrangement: Saga Rebellion (sagarebelion.bandcamp.com)
Original:緑のサナトリウム ("Green Sanatorium")
Source: 伊弉諾物質 ~ Neo-Traditionalism of Japan

03 - Cloud
Arrangement: Tsarski (twitter.com/ogtsarski)
Original: G Free ("G Free")
Source: 大空魔術 ~ Magical Astronomy

04 - Reincarnation
Arrangement: Fission
Original: リーインカーネイション ("Reincarnation")
Source: 蓬莱人形 ~ Dolls in Pseudo Paradise

05 - 二色蓮花蝶 ~ Red And White
Arrangement: KagiSame (misfortuneproductions.bandcamp.com)
Original: 二色蓮花蝶 ~ Red and White ("Dichromatic Lotus Butterfly ~ Red and White")
Source: 蓬莱人形 ~ Dolls in Pseudo Paradise

06 - Paradox
Arrangement: Ren
Lyrics: Ren / KISAKI
Vocals: KISAKI
Original: シュレディンガーの化猫 ("Schrödinger's Bakeneko")
Source: 燕石博物誌 ~ Dr. Latency's Freak Report

07 - Moog in the Secret Sky of Greenwich (1969)
Arrangement: Ryuko Pegasasu / Violet Delta
Original: 天空のグリニッジ ("Greenwich in the Sky")
Source: 大空魔術 ~ Magical Astronomy

08 - アミカロラの伝説
Arrangement: Youkai Chili (lycorissound.bandcamp.com)
Original: 青木ヶ原の伝説 ("Legend of Aokigahara")
Source: 卯酉東海道 ~ Retrospective 53 minutes

09 - Dissonance
Arrangement: JDxanadu
Original: 魔術師メリー ("Merry the Magician")
Source: 蓮台野夜行 ~ Ghostly Field Club

10 - Girl's Sealing Dream
Arrangement: ハルヒ
Original: 少女秘封倶楽部 ("Girls' Sealing Club")
Source: 蓮台野夜行 ~ Ghostly Field Club

11 - Before the Dawn
Arrangement: Crescentia (crescentia.bandcamp.com)
Vocal: d3
Original: 華胥の夢 ("Dream of Arcadia")
Source: 夢違科学世紀 ~ Changeability of Strange Dream

12 - Inferiae
Arrangement: Skrullz
Original: ヒロシゲ36号 ~ Neo Super-Express ("Hiroshige No.36 ~ Neo Super-Express")
Source: 卯酉東海道 ~ Retrospective 53 minutes

13 - 古の冥界寺 -first resonation-
Arrangement: 幻獣ローガン (ltedtx.bandcamp.com)
Original: 古の冥界寺 ("Ancient Temple of the Netherworld")
Source: 蓮台野夜行 ~ Ghostly Field Club

14 - ファンタズム回顧展 ~ A Sea of Memories
Arrangement: ArmpitMaiden
Original: 53ミニッツの青い海 ("Blue Sea of 53 Minutes")
Source: 卯酉東海道 ~ Retrospective 53 minutes

15 - They're Alive
Arrangement: Sieudiver (sieudiver.bandcamp.com)
Original: 大空魔術 ~ Magical Astronomy ("Celestial Wizardry ~ Magical Astronomy")
Source: 大空魔術 ~ Magical Astronomy

All songs composed by ZUN
Album art by Hira


released August 13, 2019




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