sogen (remix 2026)

An endless expanse of grassland. The wind sweeps through with force, leaving only the rustle of swaying grass to reach the ears.
This is an overwhelming absence one far removed from the type of loneliness born between people.
Standing there, a thought crosses the mind: perhaps this entire world is nothing more than a product of my own creation.
In my childhood, within a strange sensation as if observing myself from a distance, I once asked:
"What was I born for?"
That question pulls the reality of the present moment further away.
Thoughts are scattered by the wind, and boundaries begin to blur.
Yet, in a space where only one's own voice can be heard, one feels a certain, undeniable sense of "life."
I am still alive.
This piece captures that tremor of existence through sound.
The raw sound of the grass and the fragments of consciousness whipped by the wind.
Within an uncertain world, it traces the contours of simply "being," accompanied by a sound that is both tranquil and powerful.