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Fruit of Imagination
Within this album lies a space where sound becomes the breath of imagination. It doesn’t aim to tell a story directly, but leaves traces—like light refracted in morning dew. Each texture, each rhythm is more than music; it’s a reflection of states that defy naming: anticipation, forgotten sorrow, joy without cause.
There’s no pursuit of loudness or spectacle. Everything is built on subtle shifts, on slow currents that carry inward—where memory blends with fantasy and reality becomes pliable, like clay. It’s not an escape, but a return: to self, to silence, to the worlds within that wait to be heard.
Sounds seem to grow from the earth, like bioluminescent plants in the dark. They don’t demand attention—they simply exist, gently pulsing in sync with an inner rhythm. There’s no center here, no climax. The album is like a dream, where everything is connected but nothing explained. And in that lies its power.
It offers no answers. It offers space. Space for feelings, for images, for those voices that usually drown in the noise of the day. This is the fruit of imagination—not as a result, but as a process. As something born in the silence between thoughts.
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