Soil trance invites the listener to inhabit the body of a seed buried underground. It explores the expansiveness of the hibernative state, and the ways in which the limbo of waiting can also be a space for nurturing unseen rhizomes, for growing sideways and toward the heart of the earth. This metaphor was inspired by my own feelings of aimlessness and depression in 2020, which felt like a year of forced dormancy and unexpected growth. What possibilities for (re)setting can occur in a subterranean world of overlapping geological timeframes, where stone, water and humus mix to create soil?