Roadmaps on the palms
Braided, fold over
Where the shore meets the ebbing sea
Forever touching, forever adrift

Whispers of the history fade
Where the sea drapes waning waves
Only to retrace echoing trails
Abiding in ceaseless rims

Rooted in the fertile soil of hauntology, Amulet of Tears presents: 'Before We Melt into the Sea' - chimerical shreds of memoir.  Foraying intervals coiled in visceral resonance, which appear as abyssal, ancestral echoes of elusive moments, where the past unfolds in attendance, like a vapor that forbids to fade.  

Phantoms colliding to forge ahead for what’s to come or to drag us back into the shades of what we once were - enshadowed by imprints of past, present, and future, overlapped upon one another.

Before We Melt into the Sea

Fortunes Brine - Fanned by Palms of Satin and Chain

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Owner x @disgarden
Resident x @vaagner
Editor & Resident x @unrushme