Dead Hand by Scattered Castles

a glimpse into an unique tenement. a bubble that is a soft apartment. outside the apartment there is friction. an alien sun irradiates an equally alien earth. a radio broadcast appears at 9:33 PM, broadly casting it's spell. an audience of 1 along with some cozy carpet and baby blue drapes... there is probably a bottomless pit beneath everything.

Also releasing on the Militant Liturgy label (Poland)
https://militantliturgy.bandcamp.com/

Whoever wants to become a Christian must first become a poet.
The soul of the Christian needs to be refined and sensitive, to have sensibility and wings, to be constantly in flight and to live in dreams, to fly through infinity, among the stars, amidst the greatness of God, amid silence.
- St. Porphyrios