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The Consequence of Stealing Dreams - Part 1: Dustwalker
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PRF Soundscapes presents a dystopian trilogy in three chapters. The Consequence of Stealing Dreams — an audio trilogy about loss of control, identity and consciousness. What happens when the Dutch Klaas Vaak abuses his magic? What if dreams no longer awaken? Track 1: Dustwalker An intriguing chill / syntpop track. The first dreams disappear. The boundary between sleep and reality begins to blur. Track 2: The Incubator A ruthless machine processes every supplied dream into a new world — built from code, fueled by fear — in a delicious metal track Track 3: Collective Sleep Industrial trance in which identity dissolves. Only mist and pulses remain. Klaas Vaak has completed his task. What remains is silence. And domination. Lyrics in the comment field.
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Difoul
Difoul
Très chouette, Bravo !!!
jan-s
jan s
WOW EINE SUPER BALLADE PRF SOUNDSCAPES
cps
cps
Ohhhhh. Ein wunderbarer Titel. Sollte in den Charts laufen.👍👍👍❤❤❤😊😊😊
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Title: The Consequence of Stealing Dreams - Part One: Dustwalker Lyrics and arrangement by PRF Soundscapes (All rights reserved 2025) Vocals by Suno Music style: Theatrical Chill ****************************** In the quiet of the night, where dreams are torn apart, I wander in the silence, lost without a heart. Shadows whisper softly, but I can’t understand, What’s real or fantasy, slipping through my hand. Klaas, he comes when the world is asleep, Stealing the dreams you dare to keep. He feeds them to the dark, to the void they go, Leaving nothing behind but a restless shadow I chase the fading echoes, can't remember why, The fragments of my thoughts are lost in the sky. I reach for something that I know was mine, But it slips away, lost to the sands of time You won't remember what he took, Only the emptiness, the broken look. One dream less, one night more You wake, forgetting what dreams were for. I'm just a shadow dancing slow, In a dream I used to know. But morning comes, and still I wait, For sleep to take me past the gate. But morning comes, and still I wait, For sleep to take me past the gate.