log_0723: Although all possible landing scenarios have been worked out, it was not possible to avoid troubles.

Our life is a maelstrom of countless events, unmatched hoards of the past, perishable heartfelt distant light in memory's corner and a part of destiny, wrapped in a shroud of years.

It always ends. It always ends the same. Sometimes a couple of days earlier, sometimes a couple of days later, but always with rains and cold winds. I understand I have lived this little life and hungrily swallow these remains of happiness. I am siting here – on the very edge, on the edge of summer and dream of one thing only: to quickly start it over once again. Once again – from the beginning. And what then? And then it will be like it always is. Like always, I will be waiting for summer!

One day we put on the headphones, turn on the music and... find ourselves in a parallel dimension. The picture of reality begins to change, the space is filled with unknown boundless waters of sound passages and melisms. Consciousness resists at first, trying to grasp the usual material patterns, but the element of sound is inexorable. Images from dreams, abstractions and unseen landscapes engulf the traveller’s mind. Ambienaut. The one who knows a secret: how to use music to open a portal into the inner sea... Where did the idea of this mystical music come from? Could it be that the first ambient was recorded by a supercivilization that lived at the dawn of the Universe? And the memory of it remained in the world information field. Or, one day, in an abandoned space laboratory, devices and computers with artificial intelligence left in the switched-on state continued the research program... and perceived secrets of the Universe, having expressed them in sound. But who is destined to discover this knowledge for mankind? We will visit different worlds in the universe of music of ambiance and find out why only ambienaut will cope with the task like that...

The deep-sea world contains many mysteries. It is almost unexplored, as only a few obsessed researchers went to dark depths.

The silent winter chill gave sparkling tenderness. Blue freshness blazed, pushing away chains of darkness. And in this snowy tanglement the distance shone under the moonlight. Windy dreams hurried to the cold branches. Fluffy snow like shores of glowing vasts; the azure of skies is home of clearness: shaky shapes are barely visible through blueness. Round dance of memories circled loudly along with it in motion of frozen sounds in crystal icy whiteness. And there’s is incomprehensible mystery hidden in every snowflake fallen to the ground. Late sunrises meet someone’s dreams, while winter outside the window is composing a new legends — legends of the imminent winter...

I’ve seen the Time rushing far away, and coming sunset was its rainbow incarnation. And it was like a moment with neither hours nor minutes – everything around appeared so unexpected! And colors of the sky were raising their saturation... And the distance was burning in the residence of Time, and the clouds were coming apart before its light creations. And along with the stars emerging on the vault of heaven, the stories were being born – long and picturesque, flickering and unforgettable...

Cleared for takeoff. The countdown timer is ticking, and I am glad to great you, dear friends, aboard our spaceship. Our voyage is about to begin and it will be breathtaking and dangerous. We will visit the most exotic corners of our Universe and encounter something you cannot even imagine, revealing mysteries of the Deep Space — so luring and scary at the same time. And with luck we will come back alive. Mission ":deepspacetrip:", year 2017 according to the Earth calendar. Ignition! Move on!

Boundless ocean has opened his embrace... He shall thrill me with his tremendous majesty! He bathed tenderly the planet’s coasts with waves, and has compounded the mysteries and riddles, having hidden depths from us. He has paved the depth contour of weird tablelands and basins with nautic creatures. And sounds of magical waves, seagulls’ cry and dolphins’ voice, the low bass of whales – everything is dear to my heart! He has opened the miraculous distant world before our eyes, and enchanted us with its variety. Oh Ocean, you are endless in your magnificence! We tried so long to comprehend you: your vasts are indomitable, secrets are almost unknown, thoughts are beyond all reason! And a sailor begs for a grace taking road, while mothers and wives await for their relatives. Oh Ocean, you are the life of Earth, its salt, the embodiment of world’s harmony, I sing a hymn in your honor!

You know, as they used to say: “there is a cloudless future ahead of us!”, without investing much meaning into these words. Why do the clouds really matter? Sometimes they hide the Sun and the stars, and emit the light as by themselves, creating a unique spectacle. Silently floating across the sky they remind us of something familiar – the silhouettes of people and animals, the outlines of things – and go on their way, fragile and changeable. Who would have thought that the future without clouds is capable of destroying life on the planet...