Artwork by Fortuna .

Replacement for an earlier track, using a completely different mood! The mix on the old cut was a touch muddy, and although parts of the mood resonated with what I was going for, I didn't feel the song felt ethereal enough. I ended up deciding to redo the entire thing for the ground up, and am pretty pleased with the result.

"Looking at Qaimusu Island now, was akin to putting on a pair of gloves that did not fit. Everything was smaller than it had been when Verse was a child, but that was the least of its problems. Even the awkward memories, missed opportunities, mistakes, and embarrassment of childhood paled in comparison to how run down the island was now.
The tops of abandoned buildings could be seen through the trees, the roads were empty, the forest had overgrown places that hadn't been overgrown before, and more of the strange rocks that had always poked up through the island were doing so now.
Verse could smell a cookfire or two, and it was rather obvious that someone was still living in the village, despite what the coach driver had said. Still more than anything in the world, Verse wanted to avoid going back to the village.
Instead, the fox-kin turned toward the old cabin the McDowell family had once inhabited, hoping it hadn't collapsed into the sea under its own weight yet."