welcome to the island. everyone here wants to die. a grey maze awaits, twisting and turning over and under and back into itself, ready to kill you at any moment. brief moments of solace met with an unexpected scream. don't push yourself too hard, it's all there, it's all connected, somehow. stitch it together yourself. there's some friends on this island, some of them also want you dead. immaculate sound design. a bleak, fluid, tightly woven labrynth to lose/find yourself in.