Dustwell Oath from Marginfolk by Folcrove

A hushed collective breath opens this track, drawing the listener into the spiraling architecture of the Dustwell where every shadow holds a promise or a lie. It lays out Rae’s central commitment, an oath whispered among the stacked tomes and echoing ladders—to decipher the Prism Index not for selfish gain, but for the collective memory of their kin. The subtle, almost ritualistic crowd murmur blends into the hurdy-gurdy’s deep current, anchoring a sense of communal purpose that gradually strengthens. Here, the hammered dulcimer doesn't just play a melody; it sketches the anxiety of a clandestine journey through rain-slicked shelves, a vivid sonic painting of the Bookmire's labyrinthine core. As the typewriters quicken, a pulse races, marking the perilous balance between conviction and the pull of easier paths. This piece showcases a dynamic fusion, weaving traditional folk instrumentation with unexpected, tactile percussion—the stark snap of typewriter keys, the primal clack of bones, and the whisper-thin scrape of quill on parchment—creating a soundscape that is both ancient and acutely present. It’s an exploration of internal conflict made manifest, moving from an uneasy quietude to a resolute, almost fierce, determination as the album's core chant finds its first fragile voice, a declaration against the very air and flame.

We're the keepers of forgotten tales, weaving dulcimer with fretless bass while whispering secrets of the Bookmire's hidden shelves. Join our ink-stained rebellion against silence – every chord a stolen story, every chorus a battle cry.