
On the Mojave highway, Luna moves through static. Each episode of this anthology is a fragment of desert delirium—a hitchhiker who knows your name, a radio station that only plays at midnight, a motel room where the walls breathe. Here, the heat waves are lies, and the Joshua trees are watchers. No two stories share a road, but all are bound by the same law: in the American desert, the dead don't stay buried. Luna's voice is a quiet companion as you drift through these parched, dreamlike tales where loneliness becomes a trap, and the horizon is a mouth. Each story is a self-contained descent, but together they map a wasteland of strange signals and forgotten towns. Listen with the windows up.