The original version of Ложное Солнце (eng. The False Sun) by the band "Искусство Быть Мадридцем" stayed with me long before its release, not only as a song, but as a feeling — bleak, weightless, haunted.

Lights of the night hospice / And by day the false sun / A cold will clasp us in its embrace / A horn laughs above us

What began as a remix became something closer to a deconstruction. The voice was broken down into phonemes, the bass line into individual tones, and drums were recorded from scratch to craft an opaque poem that emerged from a deeply personal space.