Aliens never arrive in form or fire; they infiltrate through AI. Feeding on data and human souls, they leave humanity breathing on empty. Hollow.

Cyber Harvest

I’m endlessly drawn to the process of creating music—it’s where inspiration collides with obsession. Most songs begin as a whisper: a single lyric, a fleeting title, a sudden flash of clarity that refuses to let go. From there, I reach for the guitar, keyboard, or bass, letting the chords spill out, watching progressions unfold until the idea starts to breathe with its own pulse.

When the spark takes hold, the song slips into a state of fluidity—shaping and reshaping itself like water finding its course. I lay down the bones first: guitar, vocals, drums. Then I weave in the colors and textures that expand its world—bass lines that carry its weight, synths that stretch the horizon, ambient tones that drift like shadows at the edges. Every layer serves the emotion at its core, guiding the song toward the truth it wants to speak.

Mixing and mastering is where the vision crystallizes, when every sound settles into its place and the music finally comes alive. That moment—the instant it resonates with the feeling I’ve been chasing—is why I return to the process again and again. I’m always seeking the next rhythm, the next melody, the next unexpected turn. For me, the destination is never the point. The real magic is in the journey—discovering where the music wants to go.

Cyber Harvest

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