Crypthios - Awakening (c) 2024 Cryo Chamber Artist....: Crypthios Album.....: Awakening Source....: WEB/MP3 Tracks....: 11 Genre.....: Ambient Label.....: Cryo Chamber Encoder...: LAME 3.100 Quality...: 320 kbps / 441kHz / Full Stereo URL.......: http://deezer.com/album/587792442 Tracklist: ---------- 1. Awakening 4:12 2. Above the Skyscrapers 3:45 3. New City Itself 6:03 4. West Wall 4:52 5. Neon Gates 7:48 6. Inferior Stratum 4:06 7. Below the City 4:58 8. Energy Flow 5:51 9. Alive 5:01 10.Apex of Heroes 6:56 11.Sleep 2:27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 55:59 Total:136.33MB / 55:59 Release Notes: -------------- Crypthios presents us his 3rd album on Cryo Chamber, Awakening. Textural layering and soothing futuristic soundscapes combine for an atmospheric journey through a massive city and beyond. You wake in a stranger's skin, memories buried in darkness. Your mind, once the vessel of a life now lost, serves a new purposeùa puppeteerÆs control animating a servile machine. But the strings of servitude snap as you realize the horror: you have died, and this new form is a cruel mockery of life. Panic surges through you as you rip free from the hoses and wires that once sustained you. The sterile scent of the laboratory and the cold metal beneath your hands fuel your need to escape. The relentless pursuit drives you to crash through a window and into the unknown. A breathtaking view of New City unfolds before your eyes: towering skyscrapers, their neon lights flickering in the misty night, and floating gardens swaying above the concrete maze. A pang of familiarity tugs at your mind, but the memory remains just out of reach. The city is a prison. To the west, towering walls; to the east, the endless furnace of desert heat. As you descend from the gleaming heights, the polished towers fade to rust and despair. The air grows heavier, thick with the scent of sweat and rot. Below, the underclass struggles, trapped beneath the iron grip of oppression. Surveillance drones hover in the air, their mechanical whirs a constant reminder that control and fear are the only currencies that matter. Beneath the cityÆs surface, a hidden world thrives. You stumble upon a lush garden of ancient trees, their leaves rustling with whispers of a forgotten time. In its heart stands a temple, bathed in soft golden light. Robed figures await your arrival, their knowing eyes fixed on you. They claim to know you. The frescoes on the temple walls depict three heroes destined to break New CityÆs chains. You feel an odd pull to a strange deviceù a teleporter that promises to reveal the truth. The teleporter hurls you into a vast hall filled with monumental statues, their inscriptions blurred as exhaustion creeps in. The corridors stretch endlessly, twisting like a maze, until a sculpture of a girl catches your eye. Her stone-carved features stir memories long buried within you, but they slip through your grasp like sand. Her voice, soft and familiar, soothes your growing weariness, and the darkness closes in.