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This world that seems to us to be made of stone, vegetation, and blood is not a thing at all but is simply a story. The oscillations overcome the resistance of reason, the walls that encircle the multitude of one’s own selves crumble.
This world that seems to us to be made of stone, vegetation, and blood is not a thing at all but is simply a story.
The oscillations overcome the resistance of reason, the walls that encircle the multitude of one’s own selves crumble.
Dive into Iosonouncane’s immersive live experience—listen now and explore the depths of his sonic cosmos.
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