Cosmic Ambient Drone Music

Dead Space

On Umbriel, beneath the blackened ice of Wunda crater, the Great Old Ones do not die. Their monstrous, deformed, grinning faces remain imprisoned beneath geological eternities of frozen darkness, their impossible anatomies petrified in positions no living organism should be capable of assuming. Motionless forever, we tell ourselves. Dead because they do not move. Harmless because they do not answer. And somewhere beneath kilometres of ancient ice, something remembers how to move. Perhaps this is the only revelation awaiting us beyond the familiar light of our little world: that there was never any dead space at all. That the darkness between celestial bodies is filled with old dreams, frozen gods, incorporeal parasites and memories belonging to things born before memory itself. That every telescope we point toward the heavens is merely another candle carried foolishly into an infinite abandoned corridor. The Universe is an enormous haunted house floating in the abyss we have mistakenly named Reality. And we have barely opened the first door. -Sir Kuliktavikt