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Dark Ambient Noisescapes — 107 episodes · page 1 of 2
About a mile and a half below the last station.
Our breath held taut across a trembling threshold.
Hours after the fog lifted, it created itself again.
In its essence it was purely protective.
Undertaken, under the stress of desperation.
With the weight of what was lost, the air hums with the ghosts of what could have been.
As raw and unflinching as the facts buried beneath the surface.
What we alluded to as an attack, was an attempt at repulse.
In a realm where murk murmurs ineffable verities.
An extravagant tapestry of stars spilled across the sky.
Expression as an extraordinary mask, both a confession and a weapon.
Our eyes were of no more use to us than lanterns without flame.
Buried miles deep in a heap of execution.
Signs of lifting, where stillness teeters on the edge of motion.
Kept a watchful gaze, and saw the fabric of reality shift.
Futile endeavor, like chasing specters through a tempest.
In the serene stillness of dawn, sweetwater ripples expounded.
Then the fright turned to madness.
Perish one way or another.
Downward spiral loop of doom.
It devolved into a death orgy, where darkness reigned supreme in the end.
It can't end now, I have just begun.
Oh no, not this life, yet again.
Bless me now, for I have sinned.
ENot bothering with these entities.
It was a regular lecture.
I believe they thought me gone mad.
No heart to grin, or even to revile.
Eyes of the tormented, eyes of the vengeful.
Path of apathy, untouched by the warmth.
Lost in the abyss of sorrow, embracing a void devoid of all feeling.
Extreme grief vented into violence.
Great human passion unleashed in proximity.
On the brink of destruction, we expound upon our demise.
That which inundate savages with unrestrained grief.
Glimpse of symbols, signifying horrific pasts.
Irresistible impression of sorrow.
Unexpected, wild and violent genealogy.
Fierce character boding immediate hostile intention.
Specters whispered ancient tales in dark rumbling tones.
Strolling abreast with the devil, I waltzed on the precipice of shadows.
I felt presences looming in the riverside bushes, silently observing us.
Sonic fusillade of underwater ripples.
Nature of the noise of the cries we heard.
In the reach of the next town over, beneath a brooding sky drenched in rain.
Dragging my heavy spec of existence through the undergrowth.
In a confidential tone, he divulged the guarded history, concealed for centuries in the shadows.
Enchanted slumbering in a phantom castle.
Beset by as many dangers as a lone ship navigating a treacherous storm-tossed sea.
Grubbing for gold in the wretched deep.
Hopeless foggy lookout in blurred visions.
Killing with marked civility.
Eyes that had seen us.
Gilded chains of maintaining public façade.
Envisioning what the thing would look like.
History of obscure distant epochs.
Notion of affect.
Amid desolation, lost in the void, where hope slowly dies.
Volatile journey with love as a compass.
Kind of man who wish to preserve appearances.
Planning your identity in quarrelling hurried whispers.
Behind the blind whiteness of the fog.
Machine-made, human credited.
From anger to resolutions and practicality.
Drowning in the methane lakes of Titan.
Pervasiveness of digital objects.
Falling into order.
Personalized mentally disturbing nightmares.
Moments swept by us on the river bank.
Within dazzling allure, a sinister aura hinted.
Accelerating cascading effect.
Depressionistic positivity.
An illicit recovery.
Note of desperate grief in savage clamour.
Gleaming dreams in the light of slumbering consciousness.
Pacific neurorepairments executed in the depths of nights.
Whispers of the abyss and echoes from the depths.
Contortions of thought brought to an idly resting pace.
Sepulchral atmosphere laid heavily on top of the town.
Heavy rain under the cover of an old wooden door.
Figure of deuce obscured by an inscrutable depression.
Ocean waves in cascade time.
You gotta come back or else you dead.
Curious inexplicable threads of dark matter.
Mystery greater than thought can grasp.
Ripple on an unfathomable enigma.
Hyena prowling amongst corpses.
Without scruples one wanders in moral ambiguity.
No earthly reason.
Prolonged arduous nagging discomfort by lack of sustenance.
Crystalizing textures of slow frequent movements.
Inborn strength that echoes through eons.
Sombre and brooding ferocity.
Travelling to Io.
Devilry, exasperating torment and black thoughts of lingering starvation.
World of wicked principles.
Facing bereavement, dishonour and the perdition of one's soul.
Inhumane superstitious belief awakens the wrath of gods.
Invoking the integral honour of the worthy.
Underlying impulses of curiosity.