Instead of being black like in the movies, it was anything but. A portal began to open, as if space were slowly twisted open. A bridge to another plane where things were not meant to be seen. Attempting to go where they were not meant to. It tells of a disruption, of an intrusion by man. There is no spoken word, but I understand clearly all that is said. If a person could have a trail, like a heavenly body they flutter across the room. Something appeared outside the ship, something brilliant.Īs I am combing through files and data entry shapes real and unreal appear and disappear. At the ships bridge and control center, I find that their last entry is a week ago. I find myself talking just to hear something. Nobody tells you about the silence, about how loud it is. Whispers come from all sides and I continue my lonely walk at a slow pace. As I stare down at the Earth behind a thick plexiglass window I wonder what my family is doing.Īs the sun dips from view, the darkness is oppressive. It's eerie to walk alone in a place usually vibrant with life. So many levels, so many manufactured environments.
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The station is equipped with tremendous windows to allow the beauty of space to be viewed. Ice crystals tumble through the air forming on all things metal. I attempt to make my way to the crew's quarters to hopefully find someone who can explain what happened. Power and life support systems are down so I am forced to remain inside my suit. Barely 47 years old, the initial crew of 275 recently stopped transmitting and I am the first to be sent to reestablish contact.Īs I board the ship the first thing I notice is how vast it is. It was to be a floating city, hovering thousands of miles above the Earth, comprised of scientists, workmen, and many other citizens to take the burden off society as we know it. Sent to begin the mammoth task of re population. What happened to the crew of this once proud accomplishment? The most expensive and incredible technological marvel humankind has ever built. Metallic echoes bounce off the chipped paint and blurred logos of the spacecraft, and I begin to wonder why I'm here. The steel machinery works in blind obedience as it gathers my ship in. A solar flare of a million colors explodes past the window and I catch myself staring at the myriad of shapes. As I stare at the cold vastness of space, dreaming of a simpler time, the lights on the global positioning system flicker to life informing me that we are approaching the space station.Ĭhecking the life support systems I begin the docking procedure. Alien forms dance with ethereal grace and a heavenly voice puts me at ease.
Stars born millions of years ago dot the atmosphere as my ships computers click and whirr in cold silence. I shift the vessel into auto pilot and do a systems check.Īll systems are functioning normally and I plot our course for the Russian space station. It twinkles and shines as I'm just seeing the sun's rays streak from behind the moon.
The intro track sets the stage for a truly cosmic experience. It obviously works wonders for the imagination. I don't know if he is still in Siberia, but I imagine there really isn't much to do there.
There are 2 versions of this CD mixed and unmixed. While the tracks are great in their own right, I believe maximal effect is achieved in a stright through listening. It is vivid and lush and perfect dreamtime music that I don't understand why it scored so poorly on Discogs. Red'ko from Siberia and he has produced a brilliant almost beatless journey. It is some beautiful space ambient that carried me away and allowed my mind to drift. After listening to this, I didn't want to be amusing as this had an effect on me.
Unless of course, my storytelling is so bad that you find it funny. I want to tell you that there is nothing funny about this review.
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