No Dominion

Dark ambient music for the size of what is being lost.

On a hillside across the bay, the gorse is burning. The flowers were still bright yellow when they caught, beauty and destruction in the same breath. Acrid smoke crosses the water and fills the lungs of everyone who stays to watch. This fire was lit by a human hand, and it no longer answers to one.

For wound-bearers who can no longer look away from what is being undone — and who refuse to be told it will be alright.

Headphones. Stay with it.