Dotflac
Half-dawn and half-dusk. Half-day and half-night. Half-reality and half-beyond. Half-you and half-everyone else.
Clouds grow and shatter, crash and collapse in impossible convolutions playing hide-and-seek with the radiating sun filling a blue sky almost out of reach. You doubt you can grasp it, yet you feel that you are promised to rise and see what waits above. Because you are molded by optimism, and you are driven by perseverance, welcoming change as an old friend.
A game of penumbra.
Favorite track: Gradation.
