Divination Sequence by Bonechurch

The blackened bones are cast and rattle hollow across the dusty floor. They carry with them the stink of ages, the stain of each new master imprinted when torn from the dead clutches of their fallen foe. Whilst some objects foretell the future, good or ill, these cursed relics drive time towards the dark, a malignant hand grasping, stretching forward towards ruin.

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

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