Children of Osiris

This is an album of self-hypnosis, best played in a dark room with a single lit candle or other light source that casts shadows and headphones. A machine built of shadows and breath, an esotronic circuit—
where sound becomes symbol, and symbol becomes spell.
The Noctivagant Current is the river you enter when the body sleeps, but the soul keeps walking.
It feeds, it whispers, it hungers.
Those who drift into its tide are not merely listeners;
they are participants in an experiment of dissolution,
a rite of consumption and becoming.
Each layer of sound is a gate,
each phrase a subtle command,
each silence a mouth that opens.
You are not asked to believe—
only to surrender.
Because here, nothing is true.
And everything is permitted.
Not music. Not hypnosis. Not ritual.
An occult machine built of sound and silence.
The Noctivagant Current is the river where the body sleeps, but the soul keeps walking—
a tide that feeds, whispers, and dissolves.
Here, certainty is an illusion.