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Between harmony and the abyss, between magic lantern and dissonance.
Snapshots of fragility, immersion/regression where everything began.
The beginning is a little tune, as if to say it means nothing, so it means everything.
Then a riff...almost blues, almost subdued, almost powerful (a sensation the same for everyone),
A childlike voice speaking words (a sort of reason different for everyone).
At track two you're sweet and sinister, almost backlit. At three you start digging.
Four is a garment of demon-catching sounds. Five is a touching thing. Six is almost scary.
Then again the little tune, but this time it's to catch your breath.
At track seven it starts again. At eight you stay put for a round. At nine you allow yourself a witch's voice. Ten eleven I don't know what to say anymore.
At twelve the sun and the stars. That thing called illusion. Stop...
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