Thoughts becoming solidified in a world of dying life. Depth of distance now blanketed and vibrantly prominent. The settling low cover drones across the horizon, a misty layer holding turbulent energy above. Compared to a crisp blue sky with puffy white cumulus towers, the overcast usually carries the perception of being dreary. Sounds are very much like atmospheric conditions. General attitudes holding the same values, droning music dimly flickering with tones in the minor scale, sad and somber. This is like the heavy sky being considered wearisome. As with all things though, beauty is only a condition of the emotions of the participant. Simulacrum is a gorgeous dark ambient composition, but will only appear so when the listener is aptly tuned.