Name: Arpchaeopteryx by Kin Cassini
Duration: 4 min 10 s
Description: An ambient journey into harps, moods, chords and beyond

There was a time when the world was quiet. Or maybe it wasn’t the world—maybe it was just me. I remember the silence, the kind that wasn’t empty but full, the kind that settled softly like dusk over a slow-moving river. Back then, my mind was still a place I could rest in, not a storm I had to survive.

It must have started as a whisper, a small ripple in the stillness, something I thought would pass. But it grew until it became everything. Now, the quiet feels like something I dreamed, something too distant to be real. I chase it, reach for it in the rare moments when the chaos slows.

And I am left here, a  drift in the wind, unable to remember what it felt like to simply be.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is half-asleep, I almost hear it again. A memory of silence, pressed between heartbeats, between the ticking of the clock and the sigh of the wind against the glass. But it never stays. The storm always finds its way back, tearing through my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in a wind I cannot stop.

I wonder - was I ever truly at peace, or was it only the absence of knowing what would come? And if I was, if that silence was real, is it lost forever? Or is it waiting for me somewhere, just beyond the horizon?

I remember the silence

Somewhere beyond the shifting waters,
a foghorn calls—low, unyielding,
its voice swallowed by the mist,
returning to me as nothing but a shiver in my bones.

I listen, waiting for meaning to take shape,
for the sound to thread itself into something real,
but it is only an echo—
a hollow pulse against the vast indifference of the tide.

A lighthouse flickers on the horizon,
a ghost of light in the drowning dark.
I do not know if it calls me home,
or simply warns me away.

I have been drifting for so long,
chasing after things I once swore I could hold.
But what if I was never meant to reach the shore?
What if I was made only to listen—
to stand in the haze of uncertainty,
to hear the foghorn cry and know
that some distances were never meant to be crossed?

I watch the light—
not to follow, not to escape,
but to remember that even in the emptiness,
something still reaches back.

foghorn

the day i died

Each Passing Second

Main Theme

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drifting (slowed  & reverb)

An ambient journey into harps, moods, chords and beyond

Arpchaeopteryx

abandoned

Finding a moment of warm happiness in a busy life.

Sanctuary

I Find So Much Half The Time

Album Download:
https://calculated.bandcamp.com/album/your-moments-not-itself

This will be the only album i release. it's not going on any other streaming platforms. Its free to download. Ask before using any of my songs, dont be a shark.

Thanks for listening again.

Arpchaeopteryx

Kin Cassini

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