Description
*Flavour*
Scents of dust. Black water to the horizon. Warm for some reason, and inexplicably pleasant. To lie down and be carried away in this not-so-deep stream. To gaze at the sky while your body drifts. To see this darkness and the snow of sparkling shards from another cracked star just pierced by the thorns of a night flower.
Sound design by Iv Solyaev