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Killing Ghosts weaves ephemereal links with two non-miscible dimensions, flexibly transgresses the borders between the tangible and the unseizable.
It gives us the paradoxical sensation to face an object ready to dissolve in the fog, like an apparition whose existence comes down to the length of our apnea, as the least breath will send it back to the twilight of its life.
This microverse inevitably collapses in the end, but remember that what matters is the journey, and not the destination.
Favorite track: First Hand.
