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On the outskirts of the Parisian sprawl, we drift through the evening hush, our steps tracing the edges of a world half-lit.
The air crackles—charged, restless. Somewhere, we hear the city hums, a distant, roaring tide.
And there is this stranger, curious, starry-eyed, looking at us.
We stop, tilt our heads together, a faint smile :

« I scream, you scream ! Everyday is a new *silence*
It was all paradoxical
Fullness in the crisis

Silence is priceless »

TRACK LISTING

Me Who
Hot Zone Regular Day
Fame Gang
Ghost Guns
Invincibl
Forever Starts Today
Indivisibl
I Know 3 45
Stalker Guardian Angel
Get Rid Of Yourself
Its Going Better
Capital Collectiv
Feeling The Sun Its Lit
Missing Flowers I Think
Restless Lovers
Gore Lore