Loneliness elevated by a compounded volume of unseen possibilities..., where rites are shrouded in anticipation, the shrill cacophony of what is unvoiced magnificently layered upon the unyielding gales... The circulatory labyrinth of initiation, calling through the dusk, ardently beckoning familiarity.
Ripening ether intricates into silky tendrils, wrapping unheard sounds into constructless archives... Trust is made of vapor; belief encapsulated in hushed currents bordering horizons unknown and yet touched... Is this the path of silent screams inscribed meticulously on sagacious winds?
Our debut serenades the wind as embers cast revelations in circles of old; shadows prolonged weave realities, where devotion isn't spoken—it's exhaled quietly through breathless intermingling with the clasping unknown.