imagine you are a child being laid to bed in a log cabin. there are only two lights which illuminate your room. they are the moonlight creeping in from the single window, and the soft orange glow from a crack in your door. you hear your family softly talking to each other, stifling laughter so as not to wake you, discussing who-knows-what. the snow softly falls. you are going to sleep, entering the world of dreams. you are being born and dying at the same time. this is everything. this is love.

this is a dj meddyglyn type beat.