Twelve pages preserved in a sealed chamber reveal the final writings of Silvio Nicastro—a man moving through nights heavy with watchers, warnings, and vanishing figures. Each lyric carries the tone of someone navigating narrow alleys and shadowed rooms, brushing against strangers who seem to know him far too well.

The early writings drift through keys without doors, men without shadows, mirrors that fail to give back what they receive, and toasts with people whose intentions turn strange. As the pages continue, the world tilts: owls fall silent, stars seem to listen, corridors warp, photographs shift, and time itself begins to pull backward.

Yet despite the paranoia and the gathering darkness, a hidden pulse of defiance runs through every line—as if Silvio knew something was coming and refused to bow to it.

The final page changes everything.
Unlike the others, it rises.

What begins as an ending becomes a sudden celebration, a curtain refusing to fall, and a surge of music lifting the unfinished lyric into something bright, triumphant, and unbound. What started as a document of fear becomes, in its last breath, a declaration of ascent.

Twelve fragments.
Twelve nights.
One last moment of rising light.

HER SMILE STOPPED AT THE MIRROR

🌌❤️‍🔥 3-track orbit, 96 BPM micro-pulse.  

Sub-bass heart-thumps under velvet pads, hi-hats like distant meteors.  

Side A: ignition. Side B: drift. Side C: we never re-enter.  

Mixed for 3 a.m. warehouse rooftops, city lights blurred into starfields.  

Press play, let the cherry-red reverb sync your pulse to infinity. #InfinityAndYou out now.

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Apple Music

Dusk Confessions

I guess I never told you,
But I fucked it all
Where was my head in all of this?

I guess it’s wrong to assume
It’s more than what it is
But baby girl, you’re so smooth, yeah

I’m starting to think 
That I don’t want me to be happy at all
And if you had me there
Do you think you’d make me happy at all?
Ooh, out on the west side
Baby, I don’t stand a chance at all
I’m starting to think 
Nothing ever will make me happy at all

Don’t look at me like that
You know it hurts, for real
Imagine if I said just what I feel
You know I worry every night that you’ll meet someone
Who looks like, talks like, dress like, acts like me 
(Yeah, he acts like me)
You could fix someone who’s
Scared & lonely, insecure like me
But not me

Ooh, I’m starting to think
That I don’t want me to be happy at all
And if you had me there
I’m not sure if you’d be happy at all
I know I’m being selfish
So, if you leave it’s all my fault
What do you do when you know
Nothing ever will make you happy at all?

Ooh, you never know who you’re falling for
Until you’re falling for them
Oh my Lord

Who am I kidding, no
I was fine before I met you, baby

I guess I never told you that
I’m starting to think 
That I don’t want me to be happy at all
What do you do when you know
Nothing ever will make you happy at all?

At All

Reckless

Emilee- Mister Mister

produced, written, and recorded by erkead.

cherry

acne

Cryin' Interlude

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Starfinder

NC17

Lostboycrow & DYSN Present: asking for a friend
IG: askingforafriendband

'Dream Boat'
Written by Christopher Blair & Kyle De Loera
Produced by Boaz Roberts & DYSN
Mixed by Kyle De Loera
Mastered by Brian Lucey for Magic Garden Mastering

Dream Boat

no hard feelings

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Chloe Lilac