BeatBoyNinja
And All Turn to Dust Again

synthwave

In the long tapestry of time, countless days have come to pass, weaving stories of friendship, love, and sadness. Many of these days, these fleeting moments, have vanished, sinking silently into the vast expanse of memory, lost like motes of dust in the setting sun. As the years roll on, shadows cast by the towering peaks of our grandest and stupidest achievements and our deepest regrets obscure the delicate memories of simpler times. But dear friend, their essence lingers even as the annals of history consume those days. In the rustling of the leaves, in the murmur of a brook, or in the gentle whisper of the music, the bygone days call out to those who would listen. For in the end, everything that once was, however seemingly insignificant, leaves an indelible mark upon our lives. This album is my memory of bygone days that have sunk into dust.