[track#1]
time :: 04:57
'Emotive pulse #1'
From this place, I see the first shadows of twilight, the moon rising behind the branches, the vegetation turning from gold to blue, and from blue to the velvet black of the night. Soon, when the west is just a pink watercolor, the bird will fly over the house. It belongs to that dimension of space where time is banished and where the immutable is found.
[track#2]
time :: 04:44
'Emotive pulse #2'
Lament, suspicious creaks and disturbing squeaks buzz tonight under the storm, vibrations that melt inexorably in the humidity of the surrounding air. The beast is back, there are witches for dessert.
[track#3]
time :: 04:57
'Emotive pulse #3'
The cosmos and chaos collide in an indestructible primitive magma, spit out by nothingness, vigorously streaking the mists of the night.