Track By Tracks: The Medea Project - Akkadian Artefacts (2026)

We wander lost and parched, in search of the old gods in the lands of Babylon. Dust chokes us as all around us falls to ruin. That which was once known is now lost, and the stories of history start repeating themselves. Truth becomes myth, myth becomes legend, and eventually all fades into nothingness, only to be stumbled upon by later generations and raised up as truth again. Then the cycles begin anew until we are unable to tell past from present, truth from fiction, and ourselves from the gods once worshipped.

Surrounding us, the Ghosts in the Shell rail against the tethers that anchor them to this shared reality. We cannot tell if they are the dreamers, the poets, the prophets, or if they are part of our dream. They appear as the downtrodden, the beaten, and the misunderstood; to follow them is to rebel against everything that is the establishment; it is to question, it is to dream, it is to depart the dry parched lands and head downwards into the wadis and oases, down into the stygian flows.

In this subterranean domain where the Cave Dweller abides, the ghosts depart our side. Some become mired on the bars of the vast underground river, some are bound to the shores, and others are swept away on the tides. However, this fate is not for us, for we have the coin and we have a guide. We are beckoned onto the decks of a dhow and travel the ancient courses. Eventually, we disembark, and the cycle has repeated…

We are again in the desert, where the winds shift and eddy, creating sounds that haunt us. They fill us with longing, a bittersweet feeling of nostalgia that we cannot quite place. The Drone Song is all around us, but the desert is subtly changed; it is no longer the ruin of kingdoms, the giant dead titan of the land. It is the Sahara, just as the rare rain falls upon it. Dormant, not dead, dreaming and full of the potential of creation.

Suddenly, it all awakens as the powers of the Redacted bring all back to life. The wind eddies like a gentle breath, re-awakening those thought dead, rekindling those who were thought lost. Nothing is dormant, nothing remains the same. Change is constant, change is inevitable. We are the creators and the destroyers. We are the gods of a dying sun…

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