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Rating: Flying over shallow, crystalline waters.
The sun's rays reflect images of sweet pixels.
Forgotten voices among minimal piano chords.
Images emerge from the waters. Strings converse with keys. Electric rocks with siren songs.
Sounds that tackle the waves and make room for a small orchestra covered in algae, reminiscent of summers and sand.
Wreckage of emotions, voices take us by hand and lead us to the Place Where every sound could be a life.
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