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TIME is all around us. It was there in the beginning and it will be there in the end—we cannot avoid it. We perceive time as past, future, and present, but the past is just a collection of memories that we can only dwell on—and the future, yet to happen, is only a projection of our thoughts from the realms of dreams and myths. All we have is the present, always evolving, always vibrating. This new release from Fraktal Kaos Records, Costa Rica, harnesses those vibrations, transforming them into mutant frequencies that we perceive as music, demonstrating that time is just an illusion and TIME reigns over all.