“Do you still dream in water?” she asks.
He nods—“only when it rains inside.”
Their words drift, slow like signal loss,, soft clicks between heartbeats.
A drone hums overhead,
its shadow stroking their faces.
“Are we free now?” she whispers.
He laughs, small, broken. “We’re just less afraid.”
They share one headphone,
listening to the city’s pulse—
loops of breath,
echoes of what could’ve been
“Hold me,” she says.
“I am,” he answers,
“in the static.” magoski
Impressive demonstration of saturated wind-resonator-based composition, r.i.y.l. the xkatedral roster. Thank you for these eternal tones progressions. C://FNFN
Such a wonderfully engaging and atmosepheric set. Lots of space, air, and this timbrous, intimate sensitivity. With a shining heart at its centre. Easily one of this year's finest. Thanks orbonk