Lying belly up

[Folk-cyberpunk fusion, extremely slow, depressive, building to a massive climax. [Intro: lone flute plays a mournful folk melody, barely a whisper. Nylon guitar plucks sparse sad notes. Distant horn drones. Raw medieval grief, time frozen. Female vocalise enters — Scandinavian/Slavic folk style, melismatic wailing, deep chest notes within soprano range, raw and aching, drifting like a ghost over the melody. Distortion and extreme vocal techniques creep in — grit, vocal fry, controlled screams that sound like ancient cries, not modern metal] [Verse: 90s synths bleed in — detuned pads, deep sub-bass like thunder. Vintage drum machine at 65 BPM, cold against organic folk. Wide stereo effects, vast empty space. The vocalise weaves through, low sorrowful phrases building to ragged, tear-stained heights, folk wailing tangled with 90s electronics] [Build: drums intensify, synths swell, bass distorts, flute and horn climb, voice rises into full extreme-vocal screaming — primal, grief-stricken, shaking] [Climax: everything collides — 90s rave synths, pounding drums, bass shaking the stereo field, folk instruments soaring, and the female voice peaks in a devastating wail that cracks and splits with raw distortion. Maximum emotional weight] [Outro: collapse. Just the flute and a broken vocal whimper, fading into vinyl static]. 65→90 BPM.]