There’s a version of this record that never gets made, where life interrupts, questions remain unanswered, Japan fades, and the echoes of Saint Lachtáin’s church are never heard. In that version, there’s no search through London for a koto player, no quiet nerves inside Abbey Road, no turning toward the road that shapes us. But this is not that version.

This is the one where Sara returned ‘home’ and brought something back, where thirty two thousand words of past, present and future sit alongside music that doesn’t solve life, but reframes it. Because no one has all the answers, and anyone who claims they do is worth questioning. This is simply an invitation to listen, to reflect, and to consider your own path, your own lineage, your own becoming. Enjoy.