When forests claim back sacred sky to dank ground, they'll grind mountains of cities to dust. With death's decadent bloom weave tight your spells loom, of moonflower, diamonds, and lust.   

Maeflower's improv instrumentation reflects her inner world as she converses with the bass through melody, mood and magic. Scattering seeds that sprout mountains, Confusiohm joins her on Ableton to carve sonic landscapes from messages left through time.