The Journey to Dystopolis

[@ViolenceIsNoAnswer]

The Echoes of the fallen Metropolis of mankind are calling you from afar. Marching through rain and desertstorms. You reach out your hand for a beacon of hope at the horizon. Is it real or just a mirage? You wandered alone, countless hours, days, years? Maybe the journey will find an end here at this abonded city, if you ever reach it alive...

[@vertigo7082]

Quite the poetry. I see that certain relations to artists in your life have affected you! I'm joking, the melancholy was always a part of both of us. love ya big man xoxo

[@ViolenceIsNoAnswer]

@@vertigo7082 I really enjoy your ambient series brother, this one especially has to be my favourite one. The slow, eerie, far away-echoing start into the march that begins to gain tempo as you move forward pictures a really vivid picture of a journey. Really well done I kiss your foreskin I mean forehead...who am I kidding?