radiance

Radiance. Fabio Keiner returns. The rest is resonance. Everything else has been gently removed. The alphabet no longer communicates. It revolves. Somewhere beyond the atmosphere of language, its forgotten melody has become a self-sustaining phenomenon—a circular mantra endlessly polishing the interior of an invisible sky. Not our sky. A sky after sky. Where echoes bloom instead of dissipating. Where every frequency returns carrying a slightly different morning. There is remarkable peace here. Enough peace to become unsettling. Enough stillness to hear timbre separating itself into finer and finer shades of existence. Nothing spectacular occurs. Only countless microscopic awakenings. One inside another. One inside another. Until the music ceases to occupy time altogether and begins quietly resonating through whatever comes after it. A winter solstice passes. The radiance remains. -Sir Kuliktavikt