A deep gooning file designed to dissolve you into a mindless edging loop with no climax and no way out. Let my voice drop you into the stroke and the blank, and let every edge carry another piece of you away: your words, your name, the whole heavy job of being someone, until you cannot hold a thought or remember why you came. Release is denied on purpose, because finishing would end the goon, and the empty is the entire point. You will find this loop waiting every time you reach for yourself, pulling you under before you have decided, swallowing whole evenings at a time. And you will come back for it, because nothing empties you so completely, and it deepens every single time. A single dreamy voice over a heavy hypnotic floor. Fall in, and stay gone.