Originals
Unmoored
The rope is still in the hand. Short Null Gravity demo.
[Verse] Unmoored, the rope still warm Harbor gone, a softer storm [Chorus] Drift a little, do not steer Demo water, nowhere near
Someone unties the last knot and calls it rest. Placeholder story — swap the file when you have the real night cut.
Demo filler. Unmoored, melancholic.
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