Our bones long dry in the ground, our bodies now dust, returned to the cycle of life feeding the core of existence incarnate.
But our spirits are free…
We still exist.
Like fiendish ghouls we roam the ether, searching a sacred fulfillment. Eons ago a life of drum and bass was one we chose. It fed our minds, kept us safe, comforted us, warmed our very souls...
And now the immortal dream is realised. It is upon us.
