One does not enter the same waves twice: the waters shift, the rocks return only fragments of their light.
Nature loves to hide, yet within the whisper of olive branches and the salt of the sea it offers its secret pulse.
The forgotten spirit lingers in the cove, veiled and unveiled, as sound circles back upon itself not to entertain, but to remind: of what cannot be repeated, that all flows, that what hides also shines, that nothing is ever the same, that the hidden is eterna

Mirto @ Tana Kiosk 20/09/25

Exploring the realms of arcane and ethereal intertwined sounds