Curtain call. The final bow. A stage which you set for yourself only to knock it down. Your canvas laid and stretched. The vision final come together, sanity and unsanity. Dreams built upon a reality less far-fetched. It is loud and obnoxious, but damnit, it's yours. Every inch is an adventure, each color a different story to tell. Infinite ways to decode such a brilliant message. Or nearly as many to shift it into something else. A state of flux can't exist in the space of normality. Yet here we stand before it. The lights flash for one last bow before the fade. Was it all a dream.... do I even remember?
I make music for neurodivergent people. Deadass, no lie. My sounds are so intricate they literally quantify as another lifeform. You read that right, a sonic body double.
Autistic, ADHD, Trans, and traumatized my music is my spellwork and I freely share its healing with others. Always DMCA Free and pay what you feel. I am here to share art. A bards gotta bard.