«Каждое мгновение мы не такие, как были мгновение назад. Пытаясь остановиться мы испытываем боль» Меняться, преломляясь в собственном восприятии. На пути к цели наблюдать за трансформацией следующего по пути, трансформацией наблюдателя, трансформацией цели. В этом альбоме я снова, спустя несколько релизов, обращаюсь к языку World Music: интегрирую элементы культуры Востока и Южной Азии в современную бэйс-музыку, немного заступаю на поле psy-жанров. Индия всё сильнее вплетается в меня самого и все более осознанно проявляется в орнаментах новых композиций.

Looking at the horizon I see infinity. Eye stops at the line that cuts the water and the air, drawing the illusion. They say everything is cyclical. But I know everything has its final. This is the order of things where each ending is the beginning of a new thing. Life gives birth to death and a new life comes after death. The only thing to do is to be here where is nothing and everything at the same time.  Then the circle ends and you meet yourself. And the music sounds.

Looking at the horizon I see infinity. Eye stops at the line that cuts the water and the air, drawing the illusion. They say everything is cyclical. But I know everything has its final. This is the order of things where each ending is the beginning of a new thing. Life gives birth to death and a new life comes after death. The only thing to do is to be here where is nothing and everything at the same time.  Then the circle ends and you meet yourself. And the music sounds.

Looking at the horizon I see infinity. Eye stops at the line that cuts the water and the air, drawing the illusion. They say everything is cyclical. But I know everything has its final. This is the order of things where each ending is the beginning of a new thing. Life gives birth to death and a new life comes after death. The only thing to do is to be here where is nothing and everything at the same time.  Then the circle ends and you meet yourself. And the music sounds.

The album is about magic, about the planet, about all of us, about experiences and feelings that have no explanation. About what words can't Express. That there is "we".