im sorry (w/leapyear)

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finding my way back

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"glowing lights, blank fields, life ticking away, lantern goes out"

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onism

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autumn sunlight

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empty dreams

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lost in your eyes

Taken from Afasi.

Written , performed and produced by Tomat
Mixed by Maurizio Borgna
Mastered by Gup Alcaro
Cover image by Gabriele Ottino
Cover design by Francesco Serasso
Concept supervisor Camilla Soave

Heraldry

float

Quiet Places

She wasn’t just another stray practitioner skulking through the ruins. She was the quiet tyrant of Redwake Station, the one who bound its old experiments to her will instead of fleeing from them. The corridors still pulsed with that same sullen red light, the residue of whatever the researchers tore open decades ago, but now it beat in time with her.

Crimson power curled from her hands, not wild, not frantic, just obedient. Every trapped whisper in the station’s walls bent toward her. Every locked chamber stayed shut because she permitted it. Even the thing below, the one the station never truly understood, slept or stirred according to the tilt of her thoughts.

Stone groaned. Reality thinned. Whatever slept below stirred because she wanted it to.

She lifted her hands.

No alarms, no screams, no ghosts left wandering without her approval.

Redwake Station had become a single organism, and she was its pulse, its mind, its keeper.

The Void Remembers. 

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