
Six tracks of tape-saturated bedroom folk. Whispered vocals and brittle acoustic guitars capture the exact sound of isolation and fading trust.
It sounds like eavesdropping on a ghost's diary through a thin wall.
A heavy, airless sense of isolation that feels both heartbreaking and strangely protective.
It runs a touch hotter than this artist's baseline.
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