This piece begins with barely audible low strings—layered and static, like the weight of unspoken tension in a locked room. Each phrase is elongated, almost frozen in time, with no momentum or sense of direction. Slowly shifting harmonies create a sense of brooding heaviness rather than movement, as if time itself is reluctant to pass. There are no outbursts, no dramatic swells—only the crushing presence of dread that never leaves. The music sits uncomfortably in your chest, unresolved and oppressive.
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