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Wednesday, 23. Mayechoes of riots that shaped a new reality.
no people left, just their collective fantasy.
old empty bottles of booze, the brands long forgotten.
dumbling over concrete spaces, their clickering sounds tell of a future that is not rotten.
from a star far above this ancient mystic place,
we share our hope for the human race.
time travel with us between distorted rarities and prospective promises.
your astronauts:
se.vero
tomás dabrowski
sci-fi soundtracks, vacuum wave, orchestral oddities, cosmic scores
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