Kostya Qutta - Imagine

As he dialed the knob, the room seemed to vibrate. The air grew thick. For a second, the walls of the studio vanished. He wasn't in a basement in the city anymore; he was standing on a cliffside overlooking a sea of liquid mercury, the sky above a shifting kaleidoscope of violet and gold. This was the Imagine . The place where the sound came from.

He hit export and leaned back, the silence of the morning rushing in to fill the space. He knew that when the world heard this, they wouldn't just hear a song. They would see the violet sky and feel the mercury sea. Kostya Qutta Imagine

“Don't just play it, Kostya. Live it,” a voice whispered through the static. As he dialed the knob, the room seemed to vibrate

Kostya Qutta didn't just make music anymore. He built doorways. He wasn't in a basement in the city

When the sun finally began to peek through the high, barred windows of the studio, the track was finished. He titled the file simply: .