cyberpunk, neurofunkBayl
Equanimitylossless

Calm, in despair.
Hopeful, in what seems to be inevitable.

That's the emotion of fate, of the foregone conclusion.
It's the feeling of watching a sunset you can't stop.

Beautiful, yes?

Precisely, because it's ending and there's nothing to be done.

The gradual swell isn't excitement; it's acceptance deepening.
An accurate description for the mood lingering surrounding it, is elegiac.
It's an elegy, a mourning that has passed through grief and come out the other side into something like reverence.

The mix isn't sad at you; it's sad with you.

From a great height, looking back at something that was supposed to be perfect and wasn't, and finding a strange beauty in the wreckage.