Lost Days by Atum

In boundless space countless shining spheres, about each of which, and illuminated by its light, there revolve a dozen or so of smaller ones, hot at the core and covered with a hard, cold crust, upon whose surface there have been generated from a mouldy film beings which live and know - this is what presents itself to us in experience as the truth, the real, the world.
- Arthur Schopenhauer

Deep drones and field recordings. Sounds of the eternal cycle of nature.