"At the Space Office" we're threatened by an enigmatical force. Our consistancy is serverely tested. An unknown power is manipulating other peoples mind, leading them to try giving our organisation a negative touch, persuing the plan to destroy our worthwhile idea of musical freedom. But we won't stop. The whole idea became too important. It became an obligation to keep on doing our work.
Until now we have no idea where the dark force is coming from. It's too early for suggestions. For now we're kept busy cleaning our platform from decomposed eggs, metaphorically speaking.
We're thankful for any hint that helps us to enlighten this dark matter of delusional conspiracy.
The Space Office