Lounge it upwards and outwards into oblivion, blasting out into the far reaches of space and discovering the unknown. Insistent beats that help propel yet over time are drowned out by the layers of sound, waves slowly dissipating themselves as they venture further out. Once out there, the spectral, heavenly music begins, that which belongs to the far-out churches among the cosmoses. Touches of brooding feedback saturate the soundscape, with piercings of noise cropping up from time to time. The sonic concoctions only get more warped afterwards, now twisted by the environs of space to become mangled frequencies, lost and confused out in a dead zone devoid of life. A return to enveloping sound worlds gradually occurs, even if still in the outer reaches, finding a form of acceptance in the unknown.