Pattering rain mixes with the sound of a record player, blurring the line between the two. A keyboard plays a gentle pattern in the background, echoing on itself. A hum hangs at the very back of the soundscape, behind the listener’s ears. It’s a keen binaural track, making itself felt all around the adventurers, eternal in its depth. But in its eternity, something is off balance; the keyboard skips and repeats on itself, as if the dream couldn’t maintain itself for a split second.