Last night I crawled deep into the woods, up the mountain. The only path to the pit had turned to a river, formed by gravity to carry excess rainwater to the larger moving bodies below. Through lakes and streams we make it to four stone thrones situated around a fire pit overlooking the most brutal rapids. It's near impossible to keep the fire going, as the wood was soaked through from days and days of rain.
Finally it's pitch black, making the descent even wetter. We reach the bottom, I fly home sopped with sweat, mud and bug spray to discover this beat tape from eLan on Astro Nautico.
Deep, antigravity waiting music.
eLan - Magnificent Mistakes
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