Cracked by Bonechurch

You awaken in a shadow world awash in shades of black and grey. It seems nothing is solid here save the stony ground beneath your feet. Vague objects appear at the edges of your vision, only to retreat into the hazy distance or disappear completely as you draw nearer. The air is icy cold and your clouds of breath thicken the pale mist that ebbs and flows around you. Lost in a maze of nothing, surrounded by nothing, feeling nothing.

Crafting DIY dark ambient, isolationism, noise, and experimental abstracts since 1999.

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