Growing since winter, this pastel dreamland continues to reward with each visit—so much that my silence is no longer acceptable. From the same imaginations that once spoke of lands Hidden, these narrated vistas skew like a raised-relief map dipped in liquid. Strangely persuasive, they should be channeled only when mental periphery is primed and ready to soar.
Candy Claws | The Cliff on the Water
The Candy Claws in Dreamland soundtrack updates weekly at bandcamp.
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