Causa Perdida, Part I (A Dark Debut)
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before ...we can enter another.”
The hum and click of an old projector sets the tone for a visual treatment that has become familiar in the recent weeks. The dull flicker of a dirty and well used bulb splashes the otherwise dark back drop.
The seemingly trademark sequence begins as the projector light starts to stutter and become less frequent; yet more erratic.
“Causa Perdida.” splashes the screen between flashes. “Lost Cause.” finds a another vacancy before giving way to recovering light source.
The mysterious voice echos as it has many times before, “every victory is empty.”
“Máscara Negro.” flashes. “Black Mask.” flashes.
“This world is a lost cause,” the voice continues. “There is no one worthy of salvation. There is nothing left.”
“Lost” flashes.
“Every challenger shall find victory vacuous and defeat indifferent.” the voice paraphrases.
“Cause” flashes.
“The truth in darkness will soon come to light.” echoes off as the the projector slowly winds down and the harsh luminescence dull and extinguish.
