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We were shipwrecked on an island none of us had ever heard of. The nature of this island was strange and almost unique: the vegetation was half tropical and half similar to that of the mountains: the mangroves coexisted with the fir trees with a large trunk, the emerald green ferns with the low palms with fleshy leaves. The air was cool and clear, the sky deep, almost unnatural blue. We camped on a white sand beach, trying to get enough food to get our strength back: we ate small crustaceans, grasshoppers and snails. In the meantime, we realized that two species of animals seemed to live on the island: wild wolves with shaggy fur and giant scarabs with an iridescent back. The wolves did not seem to have any peculiar characteristics: they kept a safe distance from the beach and fled when we tried to approach them; the giant scarabs, about a meter long, had magnetic eyes with human features. They watched us for a few days from the vegetation on the edge of the beach, as we struggled to find food.

After a few days the scarabs approached us indicating the edible fruits and the best places to camp. They taught us how to get fresh water from the stems of huge flowers and where we could find the largest and most fleshy crustaceans. It seemed to us that they were protecting us from the wolves: we suspected they exercised what we might call a mysterious telepathic power against the animals.

Having recovered our forces, we decided to explore the hinterland of the island in search of any human settlements. The scarabs indulged us, and indeed, escorted us as we advanced through the dense vegetation. After a few hours of walking we discovered that the center of the island was occupied by an endless abyss: a gigantic black crack in the earth, infinitely deep. Near the abyss the wolves were numerous and ravenous and, for the first time, they attacked us in anger. We got the better of it, but only with the help of the scarabs who used their mysterious telepathic attacks against the wolves, who retreated into the depths of the forest. In the following days, our explorations had results that saddened us: there was no trace of human beings on the island. Only the abyss: frightening in its breadth and in its apparent infinity.

A few weeks passed in which a relationship of increasing confidence and collaboration was gradually created between us and the scarabs: we discovered that they were extremely intelligent creatures, holders of ancient and powerful knowledge: they had astronomical knowledge that not even the wise observers of the Nephratites skies possessed; they knew spells and magical powers that were unknown to the wizards of King Amur’s court. It was then that the scarabs taught us to fly. We were happy and infinitely grateful to the insects because thanks to this new magical power we could have left the island flying into the open sea. But then we understood. And everything changed, throwing us into total despair: the scarabs were not teaching us to fly so that we could leave the island ... but so that we flew into the abyss.

We did not understand the reason and still do not know it. The fact is that our relationship with these creatures changed sign: the insects became oppressive and began to exert on us miserable telepathic powers that caused us moments of unconsciousness. Why do the scarabs want us to fly into the abyss for them? What mysteries does the abyss hide? What relationship is there really between wolves and scarabs and why do wolves defend the abyss? For now we do not have the answers, and perhaps we will never have them: the telepathic shocks are weakening our will and our minds.
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When we were caught in the storm we were sailing to a remote area in the Sea of ​​Astug, three days’ sailing north-east from the shores of the Forbidden Region. I don’t think anyone can ever find us alive, but I still try to entrust this story to the sea, in the hope that one day it will reach someone.

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Heimat Der Katastrophe Milan, Italy

DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.

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