Recorded at dawn in a wide, open clearing.
I waited for the moment when birds begin to speak, when the night loosens its grip and sound slowly returns to the land.
Among familiar calls, there were voices I rarely hear—rails and owls—sliding into the soundscape.
For a brief while, it felt as if I had stepped into a neighbouring world, slightly out of phase with the everyday one.
What remains is a layered, three-dimensional chorus:
depths overlapping, distances folding inward,
morning quietly finding its way back.
