The winds of Thor, brewing in the distance. Icicles tingling above in the air. Richly-textured synth pads come wavering like foreboding tides. There's a depth in the feel of the eve. It grows and expands as the earth spins. Sundown. Orange, crimson, red skies as the sun sinks. Stars rise, flickering points of light in the dark. Beautiful, inspiring sequencers. We are overtaken. 🍀🍄🍀
I love this, more enticing and beautiful magic by Brendon Pollard!!
The winds of Thor, brewing in the distance. Icicles tingling above in the air. Richly-textured synth pads come wavering like foreboding tides. There's a depth in the feel of the eve. It grows and expands as the earth spins. Sundown. Orange, crimson, red skies as the sun sinks. Stars rise, flickering points of light in the dark. Beautiful, inspiring sequencers. We are overtaken. 🍀🍄🍀