This isn’t just a song. It’s a farewell, a descent, and a ritual all at once. Morrison starts by saying goodbye to a lover, but the words slip into something bigger. He’s speaking to the end of a season, the end of illusions, maybe the end of himself. The End drifts like a dream. Visions of freedom. Ancient ruins. Innocence unraveling. It feels like standing on the edge of madness while the world tilts toward dark. Halfway through, it breaks. The spoken passage is less confession than ritual. The father must fall. The old order must be destroyed. Only then can something new take root. It’s harsh, but myth always demands a sacrifice. That’s why the song belongs to autumn. The heat is fading. The ground prepares for burial. Endings clear space for renewal, even if the song closes without comfort. The words repeat, the end, tolling like a bell. Not final. Just a signal that change has already begun. Like Kashmir, this isn’t about travel in the world. It’s about the journey inward. Through endings, through darkness, toward whatever comes next.

We’re starting something new here in The Creator’s Guild. Each post will take a song or story and treat it like a seed for worldbuilding. First up: Kashmir. The Lyrics as a World This track isn’t just music. It paints a place. Endless deserts that never end Mountains that feel ancient A traveler moving forward with no guarantee of where it all leads A sense that something larger is brushing against the edges of human experience It feels less like a song and more like a journey someone wrote down in fragments. Possible Mythos The lyrics leave a lot of questions hanging Is the traveler searching for wisdom, conquest, or just trying to survive? Is Kashmir a real land, or something beyond human maps? Are the deserts and mountains of this world, or another one entirely? What power keeps calling the traveler forward, memory, destiny, or something stranger? This is enough to imagine a myth all its own, the tale of someone walking toward a place that may not even exist. From Song to Story If we stretched Kashmir into other forms, it could look like this A novel. A wanderer records fragments of their trek through shifting lands… A mini series. Each chapter covers a stage of the path, desert, mountain, storm, oasis, with encounters that blur reality and dream… An RPG adventure. A campaign where players walk the Kashmir Path, testing themselves across worlds and ages, chasing a destination that always feels just out of reach… It could be a journal from a traveler drifting through dimensions. Each step belongs to a different age, yet the voice remains the same. What’s Next This is only the first take. In the coming posts, we’ll do the same with other tracks, from classic rock to modern scores, and see what stories might already be hiding inside them. 👁️ Question for you If you were to turn Kashmir into a game or story, where would you begin? With the deserts, the mountains, or the pull of whatever force keeps the traveler moving?

You push open the doors. The smell of old wood, candle wax, and spice greets you. Inside, banners hang high and the fire burns low. This is The Creator’s Guild. A place both old and new, built from the voices of those who gather here. Set down your pack. Take a breath. There are goblets, tankards, chalices, and horns on the tables. Shelves of teas and bottles if that’s more your speed. Books stacked and waiting. Instruments tuned but idle. Seats by the fire if you’d rather just rest. You’re welcome to move where you like. Pick up a drink, crack open a book, or strum a few strings. Settle in. This is your hall now, too. Tell us of your tale from whence you came. Where do you hail from? What type of games do you like to play, or have played? Take a moment here to share who you are, and what brings you to The Creator’s Guild. The Creator’s Guild is built on respect. We test ideas, not people. We sharpen each other, not tear each other down. Feedback is welcome. Cruelty is not. The Creator’s Guild grows stronger with every voice that speaks. So come in, take your place, and let the rest of us know you.