Nashiki created another deep, profound soundscape. You can still hear the beat of rock even inside this abyss of vast silence. It is a strange place to me. Its solitary silence penetrates my heart. An enigmatic emotion devastates me. “This is not the first time I see this scenery.” Sometimes a sharp light pierces the bleak cloudiness. I ask myself not being able to absorb the wind pressure. Why I’m here? No, this is where I should be, isn’t it? For a long time at the very bottom of my heart Is a thing that has been transforming into a form. “backfield” is the name of this place