Umanzuki
Andante Plumbeo

Sea, the only God of past civilizations, God of life.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Black Styx ferryman of analog beats. Hopes. Submerged voices of poor souls that, embracing in a subdued lament, implore a why, at least an answer.

Voices in a leaden silence, sirens lost among merciless beats.

A background signal in the darkness. Hope or death.

Slow movement of the stars. Friendly sounds, increasingly audible. Friendly sounds float as a poor body floats face down, unable to see for the last time the beauty of creation.

30 minutes, but horror like beauty is timeless.