Not heard or seen or thought
but felt
Not heard or seen or thought
but felt
Not heard or seen or thought
but felt

Aloy by Bay is home.

Where you can float on your own and hoard your happiness at will.

Aloy by Bay is home.

Where you can float on your own
and hoard your happiness at will.

Aloy by Bay is home.

Where you can float on your own
and hoard your happiness at will.

Aloy’s tonality builds expectations of a
wonderous life as if in a magical reality.
Aloy’s tonality builds expectations of a
wonderous life as if in a magical reality.
Aloy’s tonality builds expectations of a wonderous life as if in a magical reality.

Amongst the milling crowds
The teeming skylines
Familiar cities that are still
Not quite within the zone
We can call our own
The unbelonged can carry
That feeling, for a long time.
And yet there are some who
Do stumble upon nests
Where anchorage of the soul
Can be found.
Let’s talk about that place…

…Where pretense falls away
The real you is unboxed again
Where you can float on your own
And hoard your happiness
At will
A place,
plucked ripe from your imagination
You can call home
Come to find an anchorage
Of the soul
Come home. Let’s Anchor.

Amongst the milling crowds
The teeming skylines
Familiar cities that are still
Not quite within the zone
We can call our own
The unbelonged can carry
That feeling, for a long time.
And yet there are some who
Do stumble upon nests
Where anchorage of the soul
Can be found.
Let’s talk about that place…

…Where pretense falls away
The real you is unboxed again
Where you can float on your own
And hoard your happiness
At will
A place,
plucked ripe from your imagination
You can call home
Come to find an anchorage
Of the soul
Come home. Let’s Anchor.

Amongst the milling crowds
The teeming skylines
Familiar cities that are still
Not quite within the zone
We can call our own
The unbelonged can carry
That feeling, for a long time.
And yet there are some who
Do stumble upon nests
Where anchorage of the soul
Can be found.
Let’s talk about that place…

…Where pretense falls away
The real you is unboxed again
Where you can float on your own
And hoard your happiness
At will
A place,
plucked ripe from your imagination
You can call home
Come to find an anchorage
Of the soul
Come home. Let’s Anchor.