EasternWard
dark. rhythmic. immersive.
Origins
Born in the silence of a world frozen in time.
Whispers of escape surfaced from uncertainty.With bass as the pilot, rhythms came first.
Move or die.Flavour followed.
Too bright? Too sweet? Discarded.
Only the darker notes survived.A sound sculpted in private,
never meant to leave the room.As it developed, the direction grew clearer.
Songs refusing to remain hidden.Now here we are.
At the beginning.
Music
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