Old World Ember

The great fires of the old world are starting to dim. Only a few embers now remember their majesty. A world where music was created by man instead of machine. When songs were vessels of souls and when there was beauty in imperfection. When weary old voices still could share their wisdom in stories, and people listened. Let the old world ember take you to a time when you were still allowed to forgive yourself, and to sleep with the pure conscience of a newborn baby.