A desperate dream shaped by loneliness. A dwelling place behind the world, disconnected from oneself. The cycle of becoming and unbecoming the wrong person. It is only when forced to question mortality, that everything begins to change. The beginning comes with an end.
Layered guitar builds walls of sound on top of textured field recordings and spoken word. Recommended for fans of film soundtracks and cinematic ambient.
“The grief of the living is like a cavernous dream
A never ending descent on a flight without wings
Blinding doors lead to oceans, the apparitions of truth
Each mirror, a reflection of stairs through a tomb
A sleeper has awakened, and a God has died
Yet we mourn upon the backs of ghosts inside
But if you look to the north, there’s a river with an infinite flow
Beyond the vast sepia fields, you can feel its beckoning glow
Like the existence of stars within the forests of men
Through the thicket of the abyss, awaits a beginning and an end”
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