When the twin moons of Epsilon Ridge burn red, the law rides in black.

Marshal Kane Vale of the Black Comet, a sort of intergalactic marshals, was once a name whispered with respect across the outer systems. An enforcer of justice where no law survived. But when a forged bounty leads him to destroy an innocent town, the hunter becomes the hunted.

Now, wounded and haunted by the ghost of his deputy, Kane waits in the ashes of Latchkey for his own kind to bring judgment. In the void, there’s no mercy—only the creed he once swore to uphold:

“When the stars forget, we remember.”

A space-western tragedy of guilt, fire, and redemption.
Ashfall on Epsilon Ridge is the final ride of a lawman who learns that even justice casts a shadow.


Lyrics

Smoke rolled in like a dying tide,
Screams got swallowed by the flame inside.
Medicine crates, a child’s cry—
They weren’t slavers, just trying to survive.

Pulled my gun, thought I knew the sin,
Didn’t see what was burning within.
By the time I did, it was far too late—
Justice don’t bend, it breaks in hate.

Fire on Latchkey, the town went down,
The stars looked on, didn’t make a sound.
One by one the souls took flight,
Fire on Latchkey, no wrong, no right.

Lira’s hand in mine, covered in soot,
She whispered, “You did what you thought you should.”
Then the roof came down and the sky went red—
I keep hearing her voice in the words she said.

Fire on Latchkey, heaven turned cold,
The badge is heavy, the story’s old.
Lawmen burn just like the damned,
Fire on Latchkey, and blood on my hands.

Fire on Latchkey

R.I.P. Captain Dreadbone.

This music was born from the mind of an undead pirate captain, crafted by skeletal hands, refined by the minds of zombies, promoted by vampires, through the use of traditional software and machine learning, leaving no soul behind to claim.