between Breath + Ruin, A song is waiting.
step closer
the thReshold
BALÆNCE:
a shadow crossing your path,
a memory you’ve never lived,
a flame you’ve always carried.
the Ritual
every song is a Ritual. A Reckoning.
A confession whispered through static + skin.
Step inside, and let the sound undo you.
This is how the world ends
Not with a
bang
But with a
whimper
the Vision
some truths cannot be spoken. They arrive as Visions. flickering, fractured, endless.
See what the music leaves behind in the air.
The things we thought
we’d let go,
they’re ghosts
in our home
the testament
This is the record of a restless soul.
A witness to longing, rebellion, tenderness, and ruin.
You will not find a biography here; only the trace of a life lived through sound.
contAct
If the music has found you, you may answer back.
Whisper across the veil.
Send your signal into the dark, and it will be received.
Some voices return again and again.
Find us where the shadows linger longest:
ghosts in our home
//
sing for the dead
//
between the body and the ghost
//
I am waiting
//
the sun is getting darker
//
ghosts in our home // sing for the dead // between the body and the ghost // I am waiting // the sun is getting darker //