
A clinical yet tender autopsy of a marriage. Whispered vocals and dry acoustic guitars meet subtle, cosmic synthesizers in a space of profound isolation.
It's like a therapy session set in a space capsule floating over a quiet forest.
A heavy, airless sense of isolation balanced by the warmth of a flickering candle.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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