Behind a glass wall is a cell and a monster. Its hands reach towards you, stopped short by the wall, and its fingers rattle against it in patterns of Morse.

"What gives you the right to decide?" it asks you. "I am you. See the world as I would, and recognize yourself in my eyes. Do you really know yourself? Do you trust me to show you?"

Disintegration

Ego Simulacrum

Pulse

The Veil

Static Soul

A Light Under The Door

The Right To Decide

Naivety

Inner Violet

The Glass

The second iteration of a Soundcloud account- find my old music archived in the links.

Amateur music maker and eldritch abomination. Professional cat lover as a side gig.

Candlebrae 2.0