Snow. White, pure snow. A uniform and soft expanse. All-encompassing. It adapts to every shape, to every object, and seems to make them its own, silently, inexorably taking over. Snow arrives without making a sound, asking no one's permission. Blind and mute, it dances alone. In the distance, beyond th… more
Track 01 - The Brothel

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