SQ in G min - I. Largo (3:33)
Slowly waking up.. realizing the situation is foreign, different from your previous waking state. A tower of vegetation, surmounted by fog, dominates your field of vision. Walking hesitantly around, the realization that you've been abandoned in an ancient hedge maze dawns on you like the low level sun that has just peeked its head out, creating a comforting yet eerie ambience around your vicinity. Gnarled roots and overgrown weeds impede your footsteps as you wander round corner after corner. Hope, blossomed by the notion that mazes have exits, is trampled by the harsh reality that you can only describe your predicament by what has been experienced since waking - this wretched place, becoming more isolating by the moment, could have an expanse of many, many miles. You can feel yourself skipping merrily down the steps of despair, as insanity may be the only way out. Losing control yet continuing to tread the unknown path you reach a break in the brush as the heavy set fog thickens and all that remains is a bright, white void.
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I am not so good at discussing music in technical terms, but I can certainly close my eyes and see where the notes take my imagination. I really like this.