Going to Ramos

[Intro] [narrador - VOICE SPEAK/DARKNESS/MALE] [Whispers] (Left whisper) What if that "one"... (Right whisper) ...is not the prophet... (Distant whisper) ...just the last one... (Narrator) Who still believes. (Overlapping whispers) Beautiful... cruel... beautiful... cruel... [Break] (Narrator) And the crowd never had— (Distorted voice) It started... without anyone noticing. [March] [Verse 1] [narrador - VOICE SPEAK/DARKNESS/MALE] (Narrator) The sun doesn’t shine — it weighs. The city isn’t loud… but it isn’t alive either. ...Without knowing… everyone seemed to wait. He walks in. Dust on his feet. Low voice. No rush. No one asks who he is. ...But everyone looks. [Interaction] (Female voice) What do you want? (Narrator) He doesn’t answer directly. He never answers directly. He looks around… As if counting something invisible. [Pre-Riddle] (Claps stagger slightly) [Band Stop] (Silence) [Riddle] (Emotionless voice) When I was going to Ramos... I met a man... With seven wives... Each wife… with seven sacks… Each sack… with seven cats… ...How many were going to Ramos? [Silence] (No one answers) [Return] (Mechanical claps resume) [Choir] (Unified) Ô… ÔôôÔ… Ô ôô Ô… (Detuning) ÔôôÔ Ô ôô Ô… (Desynchronized) Ô… Ô… (Fragmented) Ôôô… Ô… [Collapse] (Choir dissolves into noise) [Final Voice] [narrador - VOICE SPEAK/DARKNESS/MALE] (Narrator, broken) ...While you count… ...You forget… I was the only one walking. [Residue] (Distant choir) Ô……… [Last Layer] [narrador - VOICE SPEAK/DARKNESS/MALE] (Narrator, glitched) They only want you certain… They don’t want you awake… [Outro]