In Talisman of Twice, Lack of Fate descend once more into the heart of their own myth — not to repeat, but to remember. The album unfolds like a pulse rediscovered in silence, a meditation on the kind of memory that doesn’t look backward but burns forward: the sacred recollection that dissolves fear. It speaks of that strange miracle when remembrance becomes courage, when what once broke us begins to breathe again inside us — no longer as pain, but as direction. These are not songs of nostalgia, but of resurrection. The fragments we thought were gone reveal themselves as seeds, long asleep, now igniting the present with their quiet fire.

The Talisman is that invisible relic each of us carries — the imprint of a moment when we felt entirely alive. Within the world of Fate Through, it is the second heartbeat: the one that keeps going even when everything else collapses. To hold the Talisman of Twice is to awaken that heartbeat again, to remember that in every ending, another beginning was already waiting. It is the sacred object of fearlessness — not born from victory, but from the simple act of remembering who we were before fear began.

The sound of the album conjures summoning, like a portal cracking open from within. Metallic yet human, mechanical yet devotional, these tracks speak the language of renewal: the calm before surrender, the tremor before rebirth. The tension breathes, the machinery dreams. Through its corridors of flickers and thresholds, Talisman of Twice reveals the essence of the dual self — the one that fell, and the one that rose within the same breath.

In the lineage of Fate Through, this chapter stands as convergence — the meeting point of what was once separate: trust, fracture, longing, and return. Where A Trial of Trust sought initiation and tore through illusion, Talisman of Twice completes the circle with presence. It no longer searches — it remembers. It no longer fears — it acts. This is the sound of a spirit that has faced its own shadow and found movement in it; the sound of acceptance shaped into light.

Talisman Of Twice

An explosion of inherited memory. The flame here burns not to destroy but to recall — a sonic reactivation of the emotion that once made the listener invincible. Each kick is a heartbeat rewritten, every distortion a fragment of recognition.

Lack of Fate - Flaming Imprint

Named as an echo of lost communication, this track captures the fragmented transmissions of a self speaking to its future. It’s minimal, syncopated, and full of ghostly residues — like decoding one’s own past through interference.

Lack of Fate - Telegramas

Where resistance becomes pattern. The rhythmic persistence mirrors the human tendency to repeat pain until it transforms. Industrial, relentless, yet strangely cleansing — the purification through motion.

Lack of Fate - Refractory Sequence

The point where awareness detaches from its cause. The soundscape flickers like consciousness itself — fleeting, radiant, ungraspable. The absence of origin becomes liberation.

Lack of Fate - Flicker Without Origin

The opening piece functions as a reentry point — the descent into the familiar unknown. Its rhythm folds like light over water, obscuring clarity to prepare the mind for renewal. Here, the veil is not deception but mercy: a necessary blur before the return of sight.

Lack of Fate - The Veil

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You don't grey the edge of a moment right before it becomes memories.