From Victorian graves beneath modern towers, draped in North London fog, Dromos dwells in the space between centuries. Stone angels watch — church bells toll. Hypnotic fragments suspended in crushing sonic gravity. Ancient sorrow channelled through modern amplification. Distance becomes time becomes sound. The end was always here, charting a meditative journey through a sonic landscape of despair.
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