A Long Way From Home was originally a piano solo piece composed dedicated to any people separated from their homeland. Some even die deserted and away from their home. 

This is an arrangement by 虹 Hong. The piano player is Xianglin Liu and the guitarist is Okapi Kimura. 

[Arranged in 2023]

A Long Way From Home arr. piano and guitar [Featured with Okapi Kimura]

Slippers

This is the first movement of The War, a group of three pieces that tells the story of many tragic and hard-fought battles. This was originally a piano solo piece but was arranged into a piano concerto structure.

[Composed in 2018]
[Rearranged in 2023]

Darkness of the Storm [A Nuan and Nice Production]

This piece depicts a cold-blooded murderer as he thinks of ways to inflict revenge. He doesn't start as a deranged psychopath at the beginning of the piece, but throughout the composition, he starts to slowly abolish his morals.

Murderer [A Nuan and Nice Production]

This is another version of Before it's too Late without strings. It is a simplified concert band structure chamber piece. I am very passionate about the brass and I enjoyed giving them my personal favorite melodies in this song. I also enjoyed creating the duet for the woodwinds and interweaving the accompaniment and melody between the brass and woodwinds. I also put a lot of effort into the percussion part.

[Arranged in 2023]

Before it's too Late Special Version [A Nuan and Nice Production]

An immersive aural experience offered by Chronodepth and jabberwock. Allow yourself to awaken from a deep cryogenic sleep and witness your return to senses via hyper detailed spatial sound design with many exotic textures and sensations, and a rich science fiction narrative. Pairs perfectly with your favourite entheogen, offering a mature and evolved psychedelic experience.

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In the sterile white of the cryo-lab, a singular chamber hummed with a low, persistent thrum. Inside, Dr. Alexei Rostov, a brilliant but reclusive geneticist, lay suspended in time, encased in a sarcophagus of frosted glass and chrome. This was the moment of his reawakening, a process scientifically miraculous yet viscerally horrifying.

The chamber initiated the thawing protocol. As the temperature within slowly rose, tiny crystals of ice, nestled in every cell of Alexei's body, began their treacherous dance. The crystalline structures, once allies in preserving his life, now turned traitors, expanding and contracting with an almost malevolent unpredictability. The ice lattice strained against the delicate cell membranes, an infinitesimal battleground within his flesh.

Alexei's brain was the first to revive, kickstarted into consciousness with a jolt. Neurons fired in disarray, a cacophony of electrical impulses that dragged him from the abyss of cryogenic sleep. The sensation was akin to a thousand needles pricking his mind, an onslaught of confused signals and half-formed thoughts.

As his heart stuttered into a rhythm, a symphony of pain crescendoed through his body. It was as though his blood, thickened and sluggish from its long stasis, rebelled against its flow. Each heartbeat was a hammer blow, echoing through his veins with a ferocity that bordered on the primal.

His lungs struggled against the viscid fluid that had protected them against the freeze. Each breath was a battle, a desperate gasp for air through the mire of cryo-preservatives. It was a suffocating, drowning sensation, his body's betrayal by the very mechanisms meant to preserve it.

The revival of his senses was a torture in its own right. Light, dim though it was in the sterile chamber, lanced through his eyes like shards of glass. The recycled air carried a metallic tang that filled his mouth and nose with the taste and scent of a hospital ward long abandoned.

Sound appeared to bombard him from all angles. The low hum of machinery, inaudible to the normal ear, was a cacophony to his heightened senses. Every drip of condensation, every whir of a fan, was a symphony of foreign sounds, enveloping his brain like a wet blanket.

His mind, once a fortress of intellect and reason, now teetered on the brink of madness. Memories, fragmented and disjointed, swirled in a maelstrom of confusion. He remembered the cryo-project, his voluntary participation, but the details eluded him, slipping away like shadows at dawn.

As his body fought to regain its lost equilibrium, his mind waged its own war. Hallucinations danced at the periphery of his vision, shadows morphing into specters of his past. Voices whispered in his ears, echoes of conversations long since faded to silence.

Every fiber of his being screamed for release, for escape from the torturous limbo in which he found himself. But escape was a luxury he could not afford. He was a pioneer, a pathfinder in the realm of cryogenics, and his suffering was the price of progress..

To cheat death, to suspend life, was to dance with demons in the shadows of human understanding.

[Headphones Recommended] 


Artist: Chronodepth // jabberwock 
Title: Reflection in Stasis 
Label: darqlab media 
Genre: Hologlitch, Binaural, Electro-Acoustic 
Date: December 21, 2023 
Length: 28:52
Available in 24bit/48Khz.

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