5. Frog Alley Whispers (The Trickster’s Game)
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Lyrics
Frog Alley Whispers (The Trickster’s Game)
Mise-en-scène:
The boat scrapes against a slimy dock. The air is thick with salt and decay. Eyes—cold, fishlike—watch from the shadows.
Mise-en-scène:
The alley reeks—like fish left to rot.
Protagonist:
"The alley reeks—Salt, scales—And something rotting."
Companion (uneasy):
"Why are they watching?"
Mise-en-scène:
A shuffle—too many feet, too slick.
Protagonist:
"Because we don’t belong."
(No response—just a door creaking open.)
Mise-en-scène:
A room—warm, with a snapping fire. But something is wrong. Something is waiting.
Trickster (amused, from the shadows):
"Lost, are you? Or are you… Hunting?"
Mise-en-scène:
The Protagonist tenses, voice sharp.
Protagonist:
"Who are you?"
Trickster (mocking):
"Oh, not who, But why. And why is—It."
Mise-en-scène:
The Companion’s voice cuts through.
Companion:
"It what?"
Trickster (grinning wider):
"Teeth. A tide with hunger. A mouth—So wide, You’ll see stars inside."
Mise-en-scène:
The Protagonist’s voice hardens, understanding.
Protagonist:
"You mean—The Whale."
Trickster (delighted, clapping hands):
"Oh, they know! And such fine prey you’d make—All bright and bold. I’d hate to see you swallowed…"
Mise-en-scène:
The Companion, sharp and defiant.
Companion:
"Then we won’t be."
Trickster (smirking):
"No? Then you’ll be wanting a boat."
Mise-en-scène:
The Trickster leans in, whispering, pointing.
Trickster (low, teasing):
"Through the Alley—Where the boards bend and the stars blink. But hurry—The water waits for no one."
Mise-en-scène:
(With a flash of teeth, the Trickster is gone. The fish-eyed stares press in.)
Companion:
"The boat."
Protagonist (steady, determined):
"We find it. We take it. And we hunt the hunter."
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