Gordon Freeman

Slow-bloom cinematic synthwave soundscape with lush pads, soft tape hiss, and distant thunder layers. Dripping plucks echo like raindrops on glass while a warm, detuned lead carries the main motif. Low, rounded bass and filtered noise swells create motion; reverb-soaked textures fade in and out like memories in fog. Gentle build to a wide, bittersweet climax, then dissolve into sparse chords and rainfall alone., nostalgic