Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
From The Tempest by William Shakespeare, 1610.
SOUNDS LIKE NOISE 
Lovely sound scape…like a dream.
I just wish it was a bit longer like always.
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I’m pleased you like it – The Tempest is a play steeped in magic, so I tried to create a soft dreamy quality for this piece. I might look into extending later on.
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That may be one of the most frightening things I’ve ever heard.
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Hopefully it wasn’t too traumatising! I was attempting to create a slight feeling of unease cushioned within something alien and “magical”. The Tempest reads with the same feeling.
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