It's been over a month since the release of my first album "Chlorophyll". During the majority of the work on Chlorophyll, I considered it worse than my "Hyperthermia" EP, even after the release of Chlorophyll. However, being a month out now, I believe that it is my best work so far.

Chlorophyll follows the journey of a miner on a desolate alien planet. This miner stumbles into a blocked off tunnel and decides to explore it. What he finds at the end of a passage is the entrance to a massive cavern. When he enters, he finds a dead forest. Away from all life, he becomes uneasy, he feels things staring at him, but when he turns there is nothing there.

After a while of walking, the dead trees slowly transform into living ones. Walking on and on, he finds a stream. Fish are swimming.

Multiple weeks pass. The miner has created an improvised shelter for himself in this place. There are no threats. He begins to develop the feeling that he is in ownership of this place. He happens upon a desert canyon and hikes through it, to find himself in a sort of moor.

The cavernous ceilings grow larger and larger, and yet larger, is the gargantuan skeleton of the Leviathan. The Leviathan's body appears to measure many miles in length, mountains are made of its broken teeth. The miner traverses through the moor. The world seems to be violently shaking.

The miner finds a boiling ocean, and feels compelled to cross the waters. Using the massive bones and loose sheet metal, branded with his company's seal, which he found scattered all throughout the cavern, he constructs a vessel. He begins rowing.

In complete darkness, looking down into the water, the miner sees the sun. The miner hears a signal emitting from the sun, but there is no sound.

Landfall. The miner finds itself on a coast of igneous rock, a massive structure looming in the distance. It walks towards the structure for hours, or maybe months, a cacophony of rusted machinery grows louder and louder. It opens the door. The deafening sound seems to instantly halt. It walks down the long hall, footsteps echoing, not once averting its eyes away from the door in the distance. It opens.

In the wellspring of the universe, nothing is felt, nor sensed. The eclipsed sun hangs overhead.