The forest was dark, mysterious, but not foreboding. Ethereal lights strung across the branches above our heads danced in an effortless breeze, their glow bouncing primordial shapes across ancient oak. We followed the path as it etched through the dense undergrowth, twisted torches guiding our way by the light of their otherworldly fire. High in the dark canopy, the bridges of the forgotten village swayed silently, tiny eyes peering through the gaps.
We were as far into the forest as far could be when we saw her. A gap in the trees gave breath to a pool of shimmering moonlight, and there she stood, bathed in celestial beauty. The elders had said she was a fantasy, a fragment of mythology birthed in the tales of our ancestors. They had told us it was foolish to go chasing dreams. Yet here she was, the Wilderness Girl of fayth and fable, tremulous before us, ephemeral; a mirage.
Perhaps the elders were right to warn us against chasing this particular dream ...
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About the curator - Matt Jenko
Hi my name is Matt, but my friends call me Matt. I’m on the wrong side of 27, definitely feeling my age, but never felt happier and more content than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been through some rocky patches (who hasn’t) and lived to tell the tale, and boy do I gots some stories.
When I’m not putting my soul through existential hell in my day job, I’m making music, drawing pictures (and making them move in time to the groove, playa), and writing about everything from high-concept sci-fi rigamarole to my thoughts on the intricacies of the music industry.
I’ve been curating for musicto for bloody ages now, and am certainly one of the old guard; my fellow curators are like my family. I love belonging to this tribe of like-minded cats.
If you’re into music that paints vivid sonic landscapes, then we’re going to be the best of friends. And if you’re a Westerosi or from Rivia, hmu: I can talk about that shit all damn day.