"I stand alone before the mirror,
yet no face is reflected.
There is no one in the glass—
only the loneliness
that time keeps leaving behind.
Behind that empty face I find no one,
not even a trace of mist.
I am only a dream.
My Light, my dreamer,
keep dreaming me.
( The Book of the Dawn – EV )
A quiet sunrise after the longest night.
From the granular hush of a rough darkness, light begins its slow ascent.
Nine luminous fields unfold, one after another, like a dawn that refuses to hurry: soft pads and sustained strings floating above a textured night, barely-there pulses that breathe and shift like light passing through moving water.
There is no darkness here that does not already hold its own radiance—only the gentle glow of becoming, the hush of awakening, the endless brilliance waiting behind closed eyes.
This is not music to escape the night, but to discover that even the roughest dark is quietly turning into light.
Close your eyes.
Let the first photon touch your soul and carry you.