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Powershell

Powershell [drums mix] --(nov 2021)

Cities Dwelling On Broken Concrete

Call For Dead

Melbourne

Swim

whiskey

Hydrax Junction

Clichy

https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/83242-Protura

Dismal

Ivy Wreath

The forest was silent, stripped of life and colour, branches like bones under a sky that rotted inward. He walked the dead path without hesitation — there was nowhere left to run, and no one left to warn.

Above, the heavens writhed. Stars flickered like dying coals, and a cracked moon pulsed behind a veil of shifting ash. The tearing had begun, just as he once believed he could command — back when he mistook forbidden sigils for wisdom instead of invitation.

The cabin stood ahead, windows glowing with ritual fire, its shapes crawling along the walls like living wounds. The same symbols he'd carved in his youth, the same whispers he’d followed in arrogance, believing knowledge was salvation, not a summons.

Leaves lifted around him, pulled upward into the sky’s wound. A hum rolled through the earth, through his bones, through the memory of every choice that brought him here.

He did not slow. Doors, once opened, demand attendance.

As the world bowed to the unseen thing waking beyond the veil, he breathed his final acceptance, soft and sure — the only truth that ever mattered.

The Void Remembers. 

See the full story on YouTube.

Foresaken Part 3 - Deep, Sci-fi, Nature Ambient [Sleep/Study/Relaxation]

Foresaken Part 4 - Deep, Sci-fi, Nature Ambient [Sleep/Study/Relaxation]

They had not spoken her name in years — not since the world had gone quiet, and the rivers turned to mirrors. But she still carried it like a wound beneath her tongue, a memory that refused to fade.

Now, standing before the ruin, she could feel him there.

The house had once been theirs. Before the sickness came, before the sky dimmed and the forests turned against themselves. Before the night she left him, swearing she’d return.

She never did.

The rain fell in thin, cold threads, hissing as it met the light spilling from the doorway. It wasn’t a fire — not truly. It was something deeper, older. The kind of flame that remembered.

She stepped closer, boots sinking into the black mud. His voice seemed to rise from the wet earth — soft, distant, not quite human anymore. She wanted to run, but her body betrayed her, drawn toward that impossible glow.

Inside the light, she saw flickers of what had been: his hands at the hearth, his laughter under falling snow, the warmth of their home before the storm. The memories cut through her like glass.

But then, as she reached the threshold, the vision shifted. He was standing there, just beyond the fire — eyes hollow, her skin marked by the same embers that burned through the walls. She looked at him with something that wasn’t love, and wasn’t hate. Only recognition.

“Why did you come back?” he asked.

She couldn’t answer.

He reached out, and the flames reached with him, curling around his arms, his chest, his face. The world fell away. Then, nothing.

When the forest grew still again, the light within the house dimmed — leaving only the scent of rain and smoke.

The door stood open, but no one remained to cross it.

The Void Remembers. 

See the full story on YouTube. 

Drift Part 1 - Deep, Sci-fi, Nature Ambient [Sleep/Study/Relaxation]

From this album: https://bugbuspiano.bandcamp.com/album/world-weight-lowered-with-burning-paper-2

Cities Dwelling On Broken Concrete

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