Growing Dark in the Cold

Beneath the dewy grass you seep, Wispy tendrils splayed out as complex Networks of finely-woven threads. Breaking through the earthy tomes Your tempting fruits throb buoyantly; A myriad of insignia that litter the landscape, Revealing your presence in cascades of colour. We map the subtleties of your tone, Decomposing this aural splendour into: Hue, Saturation, … Read more

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