A first dispatch from Fernland. Three states of inner terrain: drift, then suspension, then trace. Nothing here announces itself. A pressure gathers before shape does; a distance opens that is not measured in space. What remains after each track is less a sound than a residue, the contour of a state that held still while you passed through it.
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