Seigo Aoyama - Helioscope (with Ilya Delire)

At the end of winter, the faint breath of life shakes the air as the world is still surrounded by the silence of death. The small breath will eventually become a prelude for the spring when all life plays fanfare and echoes to the world. It's like a majestic symphony played by nature, wrapping the world quietly but with tremendous power. The gentle Eastern breeze, the scent of flowers drifting from afar, the shortening shadows on the ground, the quietly climbing silver moon, the sprouting trees, and the beasts come back to life with their breath. The spring throughout the winter is always far away, yet the warmth is endlessly gentle and floats around the world like soothing music.