The fog, snow, streets … everything had only altered slightly from my memory yet I perceived this world as one that might be a couple years, or even a few centuries, into the future. I was amongst a group of futuristically dressed children, school dropouts turned street dwellers, who had just run away from their homes, and I seemed to be one of them, wearing dark sailor clothes, with black hair just past my shoulders.
We had been hiding for quite a while in the white stairwell of a newly built building, uninhabited since its completion. The children set up a den in the stairwell, equipped with a TV and video games. I had somehow become their leader, directing the others where to safely spend their nights. These children were not afraid of the darkness in this world.
One young girl even managed to communicate with rabbits living in the snow. She often hid in a corner of the stairwell, listening to an old yellow cassette player. The girl believed the sound she heard was a gift from the ancestors – music had vanished in this world, you see. She would listen to recorded lectures and pray in the temple left by her predecessors.
Eventually the hideout was discovered by the building’s construction workers when the children were returning from their scavenging mission, so we were forced to leave and seek new shelter. Once again we retreated along the bustling streets, where neon lights were beaming everywhere, and creeping smog rendered peoples’ faces lost and helpless. Elder street vendors were selling every last bit of their wares, hawking outmoded objects of their forefathers. Finally we arranged some cardboard boxes in an alley, just for one night’s sojourn. We knew it was still a long road ahead. That night felt like a year.
Another morning we were driven out from previous night’s hideout, as we had become accustomed to, and while out scouring the streets for food the girl stumbled upon a forgotten temple. A dense fog hovered in the air, as if the place was high up in the clouds. The temple was too crammed with dark painted bronze figures of canine deities for her to even find a way in. She sensed from these figures, a time of strife and warfare harkening back thousands of years, a time when mankind destroyed the earthly body of Buddha and the Gods. These sacred bodies had subsequently been sold and dispersed throughout the world for thousands of years. This temple had become the haven for these anthropomorphized animal figures since then.
Realizing she had in fact lost consciousness, the girl awoke to find the temple floating among the clouds, an island in the sky. Only then did it dawn upon her that humanity will inevitably return to its primal state among the ancient forests, and that the temple suspended in the heavens contained the ghosts of humanity. credits
released July 6, 2018
關於「Ghost Island鬼島」EP , 製作概念：
夢境： 大霧以及雪地、街景以及所有人事物都只有些微的改變，只是我感受到的那個世界，不確定是幾年，或許已是數百年後的今日。 一群打扮未來感的孩子們，他們是一群輟學生成了街頭流浪漢，才剛逃家沒多久，而我似乎是其中一份子，穿著深色水手服，中長黑髮。我們藏匿在一個新大樓白色的樓梯間好一陣子了；新大樓才剛蓋好沒有多久，卻已被置之廢棄。 孩子在乾淨的白色樓梯間裡搭建了窩巢，裏頭還有電視跟電動，而不知不覺中我已帶領著他們，指點著他們哪裡可以寄宿或是安全的地方。這群孩子不怕社會的真實黑暗面，少女還曉得與路面雪地裡的兔子溝通。 少女常常躲在樓梯間的角落，聽著一台老舊的黃色錄音帶隨身聽，她相信她聽見的聲音，是來自祖先留下來給我們的恩賜。但在那個世界裡，已經沒有了音樂。她所聽見的是前人所留下，在廟宇裡錄音的講座及祈福之聲。這群孩子有一天撿破爛回程時，被新大樓工人發現了藏匿之處，而我們不得不離開這裡找尋新天地。
於是我們再度流竄在人聲鼎沸的街頭，霓虹燈管四射，煙霧彌漫中讓人們的表情顯得彷徨、無助。街頭的老人們總是在變賣自己身上的家當，叫賣著這是來自前人所留下來的寶物。 終於，我們在小巷子中，搭建了幾個紙箱，只為了一晚的休憩。 而同時我們也都知道，未來的路還很遙遠。這一晚時間像是過了一年般的漫長。孩子們昨夜剛被發現趕出小窩，四散覓食。
某天清晨， 少女漫步著進入了一間無人的寺廟，或說是神殿。 大霧瀰漫著空氣中，像是置身在雲端，灰白藍色。 寺廟有滿座高於人的深色神犬動物銅像，有大有小，多到難以步入。
Releases by @Danse Noire
Mastered by Beau Thomas @ Ten Eight Seven
Cover Artwork by Niels Wehrspann
Promo Video by NAXS corp.
Story by Meuko! Meuko!
©️July 6, 2018
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