Confrontation Will (Not?) Set You Free

Slipstream

Cold gradients, crossing reverb thresholds in escalating intensities

Brainrot

The universe recedes, in every direction, faster than you would ever travel

Loudspeakers

Flicker forth and all bloody, all wrathful and burning and liquid and sadness and pour it down all the damn toilet

Traumagenic

No matter much keep lowering expectations, still end up disappointed - A life not so different from death. And survival itself is a punishment.

Drought

Eroding sense of reality: feelings, memories and words themselves are unreliable

None

But dreary autumn statics

Instinct is a lie told by a fearful body, hoping to be wrong

Let go your earthly tether. Enter the void. Empty and become wind.

Bah, não... [Apocryphal Chamber]