Chad Nathan’s Instrumental Work

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“Silence Breaks Into Power” is a dramatic cinematic trailer cue built around tension, pulse, and transformation. The track opens in a restrained, atmospheric space—minimal movement, muted layers, rising suspense—then erupts into an explosive orchestral/electronic climax, driven by pounding drums, synth pulses, and bold harmonic lift.

Designed for high-impact film and TV trailers, it carries a powerful emotional arc: quiet anticipation through unstoppable release. Perfect for action, drama, sports, adventure, and any trailer that needs momentum, intensity, and grit.

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Full video || Mercy as a New Pattern || https://youtu.be/21xSI9LBDBo

This is what 134 BPM feels like inside a mushroom galaxy (4K Visualizer)
Enter the Liminal Stitch: psychedelic techno journey with fractal realms (4K)
Mercy rewrites the universe — hypnotic techno + trippy fantasy visuals (4K)

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
There are places in the cosmos where distance is a childish idea—where worlds do not separate by miles or years, but by rules. In those places, reality is not built from stone and starfire. It is woven.

And every woven thing has a seam.

They called the seam the Liminal Stitch, though no mouth had ever spoken that name aloud without tasting salt and lightning. Some claimed it was the hem of the First Sky, where the ancient weavers knotted existence to keep it from unraveling into the unlit. Others swore it was a scar left by a god-beast that tried to chew through eternity and failed.

In truth, it was neither legend nor lie. It was simply a boundary with manners: it permitted entry, but demanded a price.

On the night the Stitch opened, it did not tear like cloth. It bloomed—a slow unfurling of geometry, a flower made of angles too precise to be natural. The air around it became glassy. Starlight bent as if it had forgotten how to travel straight.

And from that bloom stepped a being who wore no name the way a warrior wears armor.

They were humanoid in outline, but no mortal blood ran in them. Their skin held the muted sheen of river-pearl under moonshadow, marked with delicate fissures that glowed faintly from within, as if their body were a lantern wrapped in living alabaster. Their eyes were not eyes so much as depths: dark irises stippled with drifting flecks of pale fire, like mycelium spores caught in a cosmic draft. When they blinked, the flecks swirled, rearranging into unfamiliar constellations.

A hood of thin, iridescent fabric fell around their shoulders, woven from the shed skins of auroras. It shifted colors not by light, but by intention—greens when they listened, bruised violets when they remembered, and a soft, solemn gold whenever they chose restraint over force.

They carried a thing that did not belong to any simple craft: a star-compass, broken and re-made so many times it had become a relic of stubbornness. Its casing was carved from dead moonbone—pale, porous, and cold to the gaze—etched with spiraling sigils that changed when stared at directly. The needle inside did not point north. It pointed toward repeating truths—patterns reality could not help but return to, the way a mind returns to a wound it pretends is healed.

Those who knew of such wanderers had a term for them, spoken in secret between planets: Mercywright.

But this one was not yet a writer of mercy.

Not yet.

They moved forward without hesitation, though the Liminal Stitch had a presence like a held breath. Behind them, the bloom of geometry began to close, folding in on itself as if embarrassed to have been seen. The air resumed its ordinary arrogance, pretending it had always been stable.

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Mercy as a New Pattern ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ Trrrrrippy vid on youtube

I listen close just to hear you
maybe I’ll talk back
I see your ghost in the rearview
as I drive into the black

I see your ghost in the rearview as I drive into the black

 I listen close just to hear you.

Your name dissolves before it forms
I leave it in the air
Every mile erases you
like you were never there

Don’t know when I started pretending
I was fine being alone
I keep driving past the ending
just to feel you close

If I stop, the truth might surface
so I don’t slow down
I let the dark rewrite the distance
till there’s nothing now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSVvDU4Gp1g

Remy Horizon- See Your Ghost

ESPERO QUE TENGAN UNA FELIZ NAVIDAD LES DECEO LO MEJOR PARA EL PROXIMO AÑO 2026

GRACIAS A MIS AMIGOS SAOKIMUSIC NEORAH NITY
Y TAMBIEN GRACIAS A TODOS LOS QUE SIEMPRE APOYAN EN TODO

CHRISTMAS OF KINGDOM

Audio of the song “stay with me” by Chad Nathan

stay with me

Chad Nathan (born December 31, 2001) is an American independent musician, writer, and photographer from Walterboro, South Carolina, known for his deeply introspective blend of lo-fi soul, ambient soundscapes, and experimental hip-hop. His music weaves minimalist production, layered vocals, and poetic lyricism into intimate soundscapes that have been described as being dreamlike.

With thousands of original songs released across streaming platforms, Chad has become a quiet force in the world of DIY music. Chad crafts tracks that explore grace, solitude, and purpose. His sound combines the warmth of vintage analog textures with the vulnerability of bedroom production, resulting in music that feels timeless, meditative, and rawly human.

Chad Nathan’s work is typically honest, unfiltered, and grounded in lived experience. His work defies genre labels, moving fluidly between lo-fi R&B, indie folk, experimental hip-hop, and ambient.

Outside of music, Chad is also a photographer and writer, currently based between South Carolina and Savannah, Georgia, where he is working on a long-form documentary photo project capturing life in everyday spaces. His Substack essays and other written works also reflect the themes of stillness, light, humanity, and his Christian faith.

Through his various artistic endeavors Chad continues to build a growing global audience drawn to his authenticity, warmth, and contemplative storytelling. His catalog spans meditative instrumentals, raw demos, and full-length conceptual projects that invite listeners to slow down, reflect, and reconnect with what matters.

Artist Facts:

Full Name: Chad Avery Nathan

Date of Birth: December 31, 2001

Based in: Walterboro, South Carolina

Height: 5’8”

Nationality: American

Years Active: 2015-present

Genres: Lo-fi Soul, Ambient, Indie Hip-Hop, Experimental Folk, Instrumental / Cinematic Soundscapes

Instruments: Vocals, DAW, Samples

Labels: Independent/ Self-released

Notable Themes: Faith, stillness, creativity, honesty, southern identity