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Daylight breaks, nightbirds push babies from their nests, watch them stumble to recovery,  discovering-at best- they have time to wonder, wander endless paths, challenge death, cry out love, laugh hysterically in ecstasy....young sunburned energy, doors opened wide.  Night comes soon.  Magic moon's cool senses soon dominate the creature's fate; conglomerate routines swallow time, steal the child,  and leave the hide behind in sunlight.

Chillwave, dark ambient, shamanic, tribal house