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Imagine light filtered through frozen glass, warping the world into fractured cerulean. What rises isn’t melody but the residue of collapse—sub-bass like tectonic shifts, high-end hiss like wind carving stone. It’s the sound of distance: horizons swallowing themselves, shadows pooling where blue turns to ink. There are no rhythms, only pulses—a faint throb beneath the surface, as if the air itself is infected. Listen too closely, and it might follow you back.

Music - Соннов

Field recordings, cover - Dark Echo Forest

all music Ivan Sonnov

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