The moon hung high, casting silvery light through the tangled limbs of ancient trees. Each step she took felt heavy, the soft earth beneath her boots a contrast to the dense shadows looming around her. Dark tree trunks twisted and stretched like fingers reaching out from the night, threatening to ensnare her as she moved deeper into the forest.

She paused, catching her breath, the air thick with the rich smell of damp earth and rotting leaves. The wind rustled the leaves overhead, a whispering chorus that both soothed and unnerved her. In the distance, a coyote called, its cry slicing through the silence, and Avery felt the hairs on the back of her neck prick up.

Determined, she pressed on, each crack of a twig beneath her foot echoing in the stillness. The path, barely visible, snaked like a dark ribbon through clumps of bushes that loomed ominously. She brushed against the cold, dewy leaves, their moisture seeping through her jacket, a reminder of the wildness surrounding her.

A flicker of movement caught her eye. Avery turned, heart racing, but found only shadows dancing in the periphery. She took another step, only to stumble over a gnarled root, pain shooting through her ankle as she grunted in frustration. The forest seemed to laugh, the wind swirling around her with a mocking tone.

Brushing off the dirt, she pushed onward, her breath quickening. The scent of pine needles mixed with something earthy and pungent—a hint of wild animal musk. She had heard stories of what roamed these woods at night, and each rustle intensified the thrill and dread coiling in her stomach.

Suddenly, a sharp snap broke the night, and Avery froze. There it was again—a low growl, barely audible but unmistakably close. She felt her pulse quicken, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Was it a wolf? Her mind raced with thoughts of what might be lurking just beyond the shadows.

She turned to head back, but the path was already becoming a maze of darkness. Panic surged as she struggled to remember which way she had come. The moonlight flickered through the leaves, casting fleeting patterns that seemed to mock her. She had to keep moving.

Then, a flurry of wings burst from the treetops, sending a jolt of fear through her. Avery squinted into the shadows, feeling the weight of unseen eyes upon her. The forest had a heartbeat, a pulse that thrummed beneath her feet, and it felt alive, aware.

With a shaky breath, she steadied herself. The only way out was to confront her fears. She whispered a silent mantra, “Just keep walking.” She pressed forward, heart pounding, each step a small victory against the encroaching darkness.

And then she saw it—a flicker of light, faint but real, beckoning her through the trees. She followed, hope igniting within her. As she drew closer, the sounds of the forest shifted; the howling of coyotes faded, replaced by the gentle gurgle of water.

Bursting through a thicket, she stumbled into a small clearing, illuminated by moonlight reflecting off a hidden pond. The still water glimmered like a silver mirror, and for the first time, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.

Avery knelt by the water’s edge, letting the coolness seep into her hands. She glanced back at the path she had taken, the shadows no longer menacing but simply part of the tapestry of the forest. The woods had whispered their secrets, and she had answered.

With a deep breath, she turned to face the night, embracing the wildness that surrounded her. It was no longer a place of fear but a realm of possibility, waiting to be explored.

Feed the Illusion

Zingosaur - Pink Slip (Out Now)

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Untrammelled neoliberalism and the inexorable force of production have produced a 21st century crisis of community: a narcissistic cult of authenticity and mass turning-inward are among the pathologies engendered by it. We are individuals afloat in an atomised society, where the loss of the symbolic structures inherent in ritual behaviour has led to overdependence on the contingent to steer identity.

Rituals

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Originally composed and released in 2022, this EP showcases a series of works i wrote using combinations of modular synthesis, analog synthesis, and drum computer programming. This is a predominantly hardware-produced EP.

Mastered by Dokusan Mastering

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Composition: Federico Spamer
Production: Federico Spamer
Mixing: Federico Spamer
Mastering: Federico Spamer

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Birthing my new project with the release of this track! Karuna, meaning compassion in Sanskrit, came to me in a dream... And this track reminds me of a dreamy night in faraway lands... Enjoy <3 

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