Stay

a moment is all it takes

My new ambient track from the compilation from the Uneternal Music Label.
Listen on all platforms: band.link/reflectionVol4

Flawless (From Compilation On Uneternal Music Label)

Something I have been working on recently. Enjoy

Bloom

what do you know about the dirty business of environmental crime in the age of climate change

latenight impro 17/02/2024

nordic noir (what a nice bonus)

c.lux

That Drive Home

Melancholic piece with a happy undertone. It's okay to feel good about thinking that a certain person is doing better off without you. It's part of life. You're just happy that they are happy.

Better Off Without Me

limly & lochhaven - ill find you again

Immersive collaborative album of Atmøsphäre and Dionisaf, steeped in cold textures, shadowy resonance, and layers of abrasive noise, conjures a bleak sonic tundra — where icy drones, distorted textures, and shadowy pulses stretch across vast, unforgiving landscapes.

Produced, mixed and mastered by Tom Lievens (Atmøsphäre) and Dionis Afonichev (Dionisaf)
Cover picture by Tom Lievens
Cover design by Dionis Afonichev

Northern Dreamscapes

The First Gate

Aethervault is a word born from two ancient roots:

Aether — the unseen essence once believed to fill the heavens; the breath between worlds, where forgotten gods whisper and lost souls drift.

Vault — a sealed chamber, a prison, a treasury of forbidden knowledge.

Together, they form a concept haunted by duality:

Aethervault — the sealed chamber where the unseen is kept.

It is not merely a structure, but a threshold, a containment, a sanctuary for truths too dangerous to breathe open air.

They built it deep within the forest, where the mist never lifts and sunlight dies before touching the ground. The Aethervault— that was the name whispered in the forbidden archives. No records of its construction exist, only fragments of symbols burned into parchment and warnings written in languages long forgotten.

The structure was not meant for worship, nor for study. It was containment. Within its stone heart, the architects of the Veiled Order sought to bind what they could not destroy — a consciousness vast and ancient, a fragment of something that predated human thought.

Those who served within the Gate did not call themselves scientists or priests. They were intermediaries, recording phenomena they could never understand, their writings slowly warping into prayer. When the experiments ceased, the Gate was sealed, its halls lined with sigils that bled rust and memory.

Now, centuries later, the door glows faintly again — a dim, amber pulse beneath the vines and decay. The forest breathes around it, patient and listening, as if waiting for the inevitable return of what once was bound.

The Void Remembers. 

See the full story on Youtube.

That Drive Home

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