End of Starchild: A Doom Total Conversion Mod

At first, one offers what is light, what feels like a spark of joy. an idea, a thought, a secret desire. The act of giving is not without its price. It is the yearning to be seen, to be known that causes the soul to fray. The whisper becomes a chant. A plea, a cry for attention, and then a demand. Once two souls are entwined in the same obsession, they pull at each other. In the end, both are consumed. What was once a mutual understanding becomes a prison of thoughts. End of Starchild: https://msx.horse/eos/ 0:00 - She Loved the Rain Gone 17:31 - Star Seeker 31:33 - Her Warm Words in Winter 51:13 - In Bad Faith 1:22:30 - Tone Poem 1:31:55 - Home Is Where the Hurt Is