I would now like to add the following two albums to my list of perfection:
Agalloch - Pale Folklore
Agalloch - The Mantle
I had listened to both of them in sucession last night, and while I had done so countless times, this time I had floated away, right into the music.
Each second, I found myself wandering the forests and trees, and sleeping next to streams, and then the albums ended, and I found myself awoken by Alcest, but ... after that I realized just how flawless those two albums are.
Mind you, I have invisioned this general idea, but never so powerful and chilling, and all at once.