Beneath the last stars of summer, poems unfolds into a gentle whisper. For its first appearance at Klosterruine, the label brings tibslc and Eve Martin together for a night of intimate listening. Suspended between finely grained electronics and susurrant guitar lines, the Leipzig-based sound artist draws us into the contours of her synthetic dreamworld. tibslc’s ethereal voice flickers through the digital haze, pulling focus between hyperpersonal detail and wide-frame ambient. Eve Matin’s poignant harp strikes at dusk, ringing out luminous melodies, though not every string yields gently. Informed by her Peruvian-Persian heritage, she interweaves microtonal explorations with rhythmic phrasing, drawing on the full body of the wooden instrument. only takes place if the weather permits