Boundary Rider

It was as if someone had opened a door onto a deserted plateau - and suddenly the wind could be heard rustling in the silence. Everything around moves slowly, deliberately, as if time itself has decided to take a little break. It feels like the answer to an old question is about to be revealed, but it just fades into an echo. In this music, they don't seek salvation, they simply walk the line between noise and peace, light and stone. Without haste, without the need to prove anything. Only footsteps and the space that responds - not with words, but with breath.