The Two Travelers looked into the sky. The Old World was dying, they couldn't stay here. The Elders told myths of the island above the ocean, but they were gone now. The Travelers gathered their supplies and boarded Tireme. They knew they could never come back.
Tireme emerged from the sea. The sky was bright orange. The Travelers looked to the horizon and embraced. "We've found it." They left the vessel and fell to their knees. The Travelers ran their hands through the soil of the Virgin Island.
Cover art by @susboy911
Recorded at Alameda Towers
Additional production/mixing by @n33lism
Mastered by Mike Marsh and Simon Davey at The Exchange, London
Copyright Feel So Real Recordings 2013
released May 27, 2013
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