A meditative journey through death and the afterlife. “Ashes” drifts between silence and sound, existence and disappearance — ambient reflections on mortality, memory, and what lingers beyond.

Tobias Lorsbach, professionally known as Logic Moon, is an artist based in Mainz, Germany. His musical trajectory encompasses a broad spectrum, beginning with his role as a guitarist in a death metal band, followed by endeavors as a DJ, and ultimately establishing himself within the ambient music sphere. This diverse background informs the conceptual depth of his recent works, which seamlessly incorporate experimental and neoclassical elements.

Produced and mixed by Tobias Lorsbach (Logic Moon)
Mastered by Tobias Lorsbach
Cover picture by Tobias Lorsbach
Cover design by Dionis Afonichev (Dionisaf)

Ashes

Remember Me

Etudes I

the last September light

darkness_reigns

Hello. I am Aethery Fields.

There are moments when time seems to stand still.

Instants when fog settles over a landscape and contours blur. "hello." is such a moment, captured in sound, preserved like a fading Polaroid whose edges are already dissolving.
After a distant time in the shadows, sailing the cinematic seas of Dark Ambient and Soundscape with my moniker "Logic Moon", I felt the need to give my brighter side more space. **Aethery Fields** was born, not as an escape, but as a complement. A place where light penetrates through the mist, where silence is not empty but filled with fleeting impressions.

"hello." is the counterpoint to my otherwise busy self. It is a still frame in a fog-veiled landscape, blurred, hazy, yet all the more haunting for it. Sometimes they are mere silhouettes drifting through the sound, vague intimations of melodies that emerge from the mist and vanish again. Then suddenly simple lines crystallize, clear and immediate, before fading back into the haze.

Process
Every track on this album emerged spontaneously, born from the moment itself. I sat down, pressed record, and let the things flow. No overthinking, no perfectionism, only the urge to capture the here and now before it slips away. What you hear is what happened in that instant. A texture, a melody appearing out of nowhere. Minimalist in form, yet rich in emotion. This music reveals my quiet side, that self which strives for deceleration, which dwells in the now and transforms impressions into sound as naturally as breathing. Each piece is an impulse made audible, a fleeting thought given form. It is a pause between breaths, a lingering in the moment before it dissolves.

Like a Polaroid capturing the essence of a vanishing moment, the diffuse light, the blurred atmosphere, the unrepeatable accident, "hello." reflects instants that can never be fully grasped or recreated. Still lifes in stillness, which despite their calm are permeated by countless sounds and impressions. It is the beauty of the imperfect, the transient, the barely visible, the unplanned.
"hello." is an invitation to pause, to lose yourself in the fog and to discover the essential in the blurred, to feel the aliveness within the stillness.

hello.

Still

Haunted by What Could Almost Exist

Hülsertroll Perilous

Crawlspace

Little song for Kinsha haiku:
"Some starlight
spared from being scooped up
four-handed net."

The title “Llum recollida amb les mans" in my island language is like "Light gathered in the hands” trying to evoke the image of the haiku where light is harvested with a single gesture, as if it were a living substance. The literal translation of haiku takes on another meaning, and the words must be changed so that they have the same poetic meaning.

Llum recollida amb les mans(naviarhaiku620)

Another Life

The Dream Garden

Augustus awoke with a glassy tinkling in his ears. It was so cold that there was a sparkle of fine frost over the dormitory. On his bed lay a long, elegant crystal, shimmering from within. It was his last dream, frozen solid.

Wrapping his ragged blanket around him, Augustus cradled the frigid fantasy and sneaked out. He felt sick with fear as he descended the steep, narrow staircase. His bare feet were numb and he clenched his jaw to stop his teeth chattering

He knelt by the grey stone wall at the end of the garden, rocking the glistening gem in his arms until the first beam of the rising sun fell upon it. The crystal gradually lost its luster, fading and shriveling until Augustus was left holding the body of a large lizard with glowing skin. Its diamond eyes faded in the dawn light.

Fighting back tears, he scraped a hole in the vegetable patch with his bare hands, burying the body with the others. As he crept back to bed, he prayed he would dream no more dreams, at least until it was warmer and they could find their own way to the garden.

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