escapism by .foundation

Storms are rolling over the top and from up below. Their footsteps scatter across the hills and into the cracks of the valleys, and the ground beneath seems to sigh as it's cooled by the falling rains.

As the sky is split by lightning in the distance, a melody reaches this place that is felt but not heard.
There are pieces of it in the brush that lays the paint, and the bow that pulls the string.
How many ways are there to show it?

Drones & ambient, quietly made.

Thank you for listening.

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