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Rating: Magic Carillon, a child of other times. Built to lull the Queen of Hearts to sleep and dream.
Folk reflections through the mirror. Orchestrated by the Cheshire Cat, a colorful flow magically free in shapes without beginning and without end, a magical doughnut.
"I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then"
A continuous change floats in slow, free-form folk vibrations, psychedelic figures enveloped in an ethereal electricity and timeless songs à la I. S. B.
They cast enchanted crumbs to follow. Dreamlike landscapes, traces of strange creatures from A Wild Land, a world that disappears if thought about too much. We take the White Rabbit by the hand, but if we open our eyes, he relentlessly cries "it's late, it's late".
The fragile enchantment vanishes.
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