i cut up a bunch of my own flute samples and made this last week and i’m really itching to finish it
darklord
warmup friends
The wind is strong here. Legend has it that from this cave, each and every gust of wind is born. I wonder why the wind here chills my face. It must have been born just moments ago. Perhaps it will blow across the land, growing warmer with each memory it gathers. The wind then plays it part by carrying those memories everywhere it goes. And once it has finished, here it shall return.
meeting maggie moschet
As I approach the Mushroom Forest, I somehow feel like I’m shrinking. Each toadstool I pass seems taller than the last.
Now I know I’m inside the forest. I’m walking along a rooftop of mushrooms.
amidatelion
starry moonlit night
