The track is the result of a slowed-down audio recording of the sound of a siren.

It is unbearable. It makes a cat’s ears raise, it makes dogs howl.
It seems hatching from a chemical formula. It has something core-like, near-explosion.
Maybe it is just the translation of the drawing of a vector, of a motion, of a ballistic trajectory. It aims high, as high as it can. Then, suddenly, it disappears. Communication breakdown.