

One | Prologue
Excited and full of juvenile recklessness, Maro turned the handle of the large, sturdy looking Metal-Door at the end of the extensive corridor in the basement of the Pandorum Company.
Ignoring the huge door-mounted sign, that unmistakably prohibited access for any trespassers, which fully applied to Maro.
The door unwillingly cleared the way with an unpleasant creaking noise, granting sight to …well – nothing.
The room was pitch-black, almost supernaturally dark. As if any light emitted from the flickering strip lights in the corridor was completely absorbed by it.
Maro slowly took one step into the room and groped around for a lightswitch on the left and right side of the entrance – without luck. Maro took his cellphone to use the display or the built-in flashlight to shed some light into darkness. But apparently the battery (had) died.
“Pull yourself together! You can’t turn back now!” Maro reproved himself.
“This must be the room, the weird old man was talking about. Here I will find all the answers and information about that…that incident” Maro encouraged himself. He tried to somehow accustom his eyes to darkness – but without success.
Driven by curiosity, Maro braced up and carefully proceeded further into the room.
Suddenly, a familiar, harsh creaking sound from behind cut through the dead silence, immediately followed by the deafening sound of the door slamming shut.
Now, the only reference point had submerged into darkness, as well.
Maro stood there scared stiff, his heart in his mouth.
At that same moment a vibrant purple light flooded the whole room, repelling the ominous gloom and revealing the interior of a somehow generic archive room. As it seemed the salvaging shine was emitted from a computer screen in the corner to the right.
Maro approached the computer desk with caution and took a seat on the worn office chair in front of it. After his eyes had compensated the brightness, he looked at the dusty CRT-monitor that showed a huge purple Delta symbol on a black backdrop and below it read: “Do you want to know, Maro?” with a flashing underscore next to it.
After a moment’s hesitation, Maro slowly typed Y-E-S with his index finger and pressed Enter…

Evolve feat. Miss Evoice | Info
EVOLVE, a magnum opus emerged from several super surreal synthesiser swinging’ studio sessions with the wonderful Miss Evoice from Stuttgart.
An ever evolving musical journey.
Hear it, feel it, hold your breath and flow with it, call it into question, fight with it, hate it, get lost in it, hug it, love it.

Interlude | Info
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