Down Silver Stream
A story evoking landscape, which took some time to pull me in. However once it did, it brought about what I love most when listening to something as pulled back and restrained as this; an evoked vignette. Theres not a ton to grab onto but if you can get a hold its a decently fruitful listen.
Like going for a walk, then deciding to take the route home behind benny's. The normal auditory stimuli of society slowly fade as you come upon a crooked path which leads back into a thicket. It marks the end of your comfortable place in the physical world. The opening beckons and you experience vertigo as it stretches back into infinity. You shouldn't enter but of course you do.
As you enter the layers of your perception are stripped back like an onion. You begin to see the streaks of the eternal winds of time intersecting with the physical plane. Still even more is stripped back until there are only finite streams of essentiality, bathed in eons of temporal lacquer. A muffled message comes to you in auditory hallucinations; elder warbles licking your spine.
"Hey kid"
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"BUDDY"
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The ethereal plane fades and the world is birthed back into existence before your eyes.
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"You cant be here. This is a demolition site."
