Habett (Label) says:
No such descriptor, time fades away as slips the sand between my fingers, I saw you on the other side and I was mute forever. Was I ? Was the wind blowing the smoke from the house on wheels of desire ? There's something left inside this link that requires introspection. I'll the let reel spin a bit more and you'll possibly try to relate to what's post processed and labelled as music.