Dreamlock - The Crown of Discord (2020)

An ambient album "The Crown of Discord" from the Dreamlock project was released at number 163 on Simphonic Silence Inside music label. Along with the album, the musician attached an author's story called "The Tree", which in the form of a parable more fully reveals the essence of the album.

The Tree. He was alone for long. Longer than anyone else. The only thing that could save her from loneliness was growing of a tree that he planted so long ago that it forgot when he did. She indulged herself in thinking that the tree had been there forever, because it took remembering the tree in order to think, by straining the void with all of her might; and not thinking, she fell asleep, and in that sleep he dreamed of many lengths of solitude. Upon passing of great many spans of loneliness, the tree emerged out of the nameless. At the very first instant of tree's emergence, the nameless remembered the moment when there was no tree: there never was such one. In the depths of his memory the nameless kept a secret that he forever struggled to forget by falling asleep into a dream so long that the void begot the tree after an immeasurable length of solitude. The tree; the curse. The ever-lonely forever strove to forget. He made a mistake so long ago that she forgot when he did; seems like it was a few eternities ago. The tree's recursion was the mistake: a fork is the point of bifurcation of a branch into two branches, each ending with a fork, which is the point of bifurcation of a branch into two branches. Why two, why couldn't one just sleep forever? There forever was an answer, which arrived upon looking at the tree that created the length of loneliness, and was to relieve of it. The answer was: traverse the whole tree and become aloof even from solitude. Find answer in the tree: all the names of the nameless. Rejoice at the demise of solitude and tree; at the bliss. She took a turn outside of the void, wishing to see no more, fell asleep and saw the tree. Perhaps, one of the tree's paths is a password; a word of redemption - to exit the void, to leave the tree, the dream, the loneliness. There's so little in here: the emptiness, the nameless, the dream, the loneliness, the mistake. When was it made? The tree comes forth and summons to find the answer. It's always there in the depths of memory - a fire to destroy the tree. How far is one to descend into the abyss of solitude in the quest for redeeming fire? There burns a branch, burn two, burn eight, sixteen, thirty two, sixty four - now that the words are known, pain is among them. Among them are dream, solitude, eternity, duration of the mistake. Sixty five thousand five hundred thirty five branches have burned down, there was a mistake not to ignite them all at once. There was knowledge, recollection: it is possible to light up them all. Having traversed down to the root, one craves to see the exit - not the dream or the void, but the exit, but only sees a point of bifurcation instead. The tree has been forgotten, the dream is passing away, the void is passing away, the nameless is passing away, the fear? It was a word in the tree, it has burned down now, there's fear no more, a new tree has grown: know thyself, nameless. Release! It's going to be forever, it never happened. She remembered: a second tree was made, very fast, so as to create a word separate from the eternal tree, a rapid ripple, two trees - it just can't be, with the word "hammer" of one tree she smashes, desperate - do not fall asleep so as to avoid seeing four trees! - the word "mirror" of another one, before there are too many of them, eight, it is a long and lonely journey along the trees, sixteen, to recollect all her names by two. She is too late, indeed there have always been too many trees, too many to burn. The mirror has been broken, it was too infinite, but now turned even more infinite. I have remembered: a child, a singular one, not asleep, not alone, forever in unity - to save him from the tree. Whatever the cost. Whole memory is full of the mistake. To prevent repetition, to burn all the trees but one, for only this way I won't forget that I've been sleeping and raising him by my dream. The child has become lonely. Had no sleep for too long - don't feel lonely, I know you are dead, alive, one - you are him, forget. I am late to burn forests of trees and keep you from looking at him - I shall make a mirror from the remaining, unburnt one. He was alone for long and fell asleep, and saw a mirror: the second nameless. You're going to be second, and I first - both started arguing who's earlier. She who has ever been sleeping, she dreams and has known the terror: the discord has cropped up, that's why it's so scary and lonely, and nowhere to awake to. The feud is fierce, trees burning, I'll be late to leave the last one, I'll burn with it. Cease forever! I'll give you a name, just stop arguing. There's no name without the tree, that's why it's been extant for longer than he can endure solitude. I shall christen you by the name of one branch, and I shall christen you by the name of another. Be at peace, and let fall asleep for an aeon, but search no further: desist. I know you won't, but still. You won't, for it's too long and lonely. There is no way out but into a dream, from which there is no way out. For they unite and beget the singular, the ever lonesome, and the tree arises inevitably by his side. He was alone for long.