Two genres: "bedroom pop 2", "dream pop 2". The first is the ritual, the other is the consequence.
BP2 is wizard[1] music. The wizard, fueled by anxiety and depression, creates in their bedroom a dark rug. It is made of the still living fur of a thousand silver foxes, and it's spinning at a decent speed, enveloping the wizard. As it tightens around them, the foxes open their inward eyes, two thousand stars in the interior night sky. And then they come to life.
The wizard is now in an inverted space, darker than darkest black, full of playing creatures[2]. They glow, they drip, they rub against the wizard and each other. They make sounds like eternal fireworks.
(And their dreams are sedatives)
On the other side lies DP2: a noir novel, a misty search for clues, for what's forgotten. A labyrinthe realm, a flourescent sky, an ambient desire to sneak. Like being teased by a hungover, on a rainy day in a foreign country.