Voices on the Wind Open Theme
Apache monsoon dream by Lars Samson Waking — deep in monsoon night — wool darkness gushing through encircling windows. Black, shimmerless lake outside smothering day’s rampaging torrents of green. Faint ground lights hint of bottom-dwellers wavering through layered lenses. Oscillating floor fan exhales softly. Cool, moist breath teasing shoulders. Fleeing — before swamp-air tide submerges everything in sultry shallows. Fan blades hum — chopping whispers bobbing to the surface. Fragments sometimes almost discernable — then other-worldly. Songs of Apache ghosts bubbling up from the past? Incantations from a drowned bruja? Orphaned relics washed ashore dreams in these wildlands.