“3. Chapter I - Ana, silt” is a tender unraveling of memory, made up of layered vocals that sink slowly under waves of reverb and granular processing, mirroring the erosion of memory. By the song’s close, meaning has dissolved into texture, like sand suspended in water.

“4. Chapter I - Small things” shifts into a quiet clarity, cherishing the miniature worlds, creatures, and gestures that make life worth living. “It’s the small things that we do that make life worth living,” Ana reflects, a gentle anchor amid the record’s emotional tides.