| Influences | The haze on our Misty Ways is an untouchable magic veil of a supernatural illuzionist, that can hide smooth dewy body of a dreaming
nymph on a bed of moss, as well as a hungry grip of a striga, which has just awaken on a stone catafalque from her abyss deep sleep.
So this misty music is heart-warming sometimes, chilling some other times,
passionate or tender. It can be like twilight in the woods or like dawning in the mountains, where the lonely piper invokes the sun. There is a bit of scarlet of the autumnin our music, a bit of burnt silver of the full moon, a touch of mist, that hides the top of a deserted lighthouse, a hint of animated tarot figures and a mischievous blink of a dancer, hidden under the double bottom of a bottle of absinth. Songs for a masquarade ball, the last party before the end of the universe in the secret werewolf garden at the end of the world . . .
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