He reached for the volume knob. The first deep, distorted notes of began to bleed through the speakers. The tempo was a crawl—a heavy, rhythmic dragging that felt like walking through deep water.
To capture the atmospheric mood of this story, you can listen to the super slowed version of the track here: craspore_flashbacks_slowed
The song began to fade, the bass retreating back into the static of the radio. Elias opened his eyes. The city was still there. The rain was still falling. He put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb, the ghost of the melody still vibrating in his fingertips. Some memories were too fast to live through, but at the right speed, you could almost find your way back. He reached for the volume knob