oh/ex/oh ~ The House In The Woods

Foreboding dronescapes welcome in the supernatural; a skeletal finger of white bone, calling you into its sickly aura of light. As you reach The House In The Woods, cicadas chirp in the sweeping brush of the grass, and the light

oh/ex/oh ~ Extant

Surfacing just above the eye-line, the ever-deep, always on transmission of Extant enters, calling you invitingly closer, nearer to heavens unseen. A slab of slow-burning drone penetrates the silence, and stays for the duration. A cosmic trance sets in; there is no