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Resonant piano notes ring and sustain, extending toward some unreachable horizon, occasionally bisected by glimmers of synth which light the Terrain of Memory.
With Oriental-ish overtones, the various instruments of an unusual orchestra emit The Cry which, loping along in several directions at once, is quite interesting to behold. A mesmerizing fogbank swells across The Moor; sparse musical (and possibly organic?) activity is occasionally detectable emanating from its hidden, and perhaps dangerous, core.
Busily clattering (though softly muted) bamboo flows like a River of Wood, washing through a murky, dark jungle, alive with unknown sound sources.
As if in a moonlit waking dream, moodily wafting curtains are dappled with slowly shifting shadows in Falling Away, a most lovely zone of introspection.
Similarly gauzey in texture (and equally entrancing), The Precipice shapelessly billows, emitting occasional glints of piano and bells from within its hypnotic, cloudlike presence.
Thick organ notes pile upon each other in layers, building Spires (3:37) which rise amid a floating haze pierced by rays of brassy gold.
Drifting strings are Rendered Motionless (8:24), held still enough to accumulate musical dewdrops which sparkle in occasional belltones. Phantom piano notes form a Confluence with the airborne hues which surround the closing track.
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