The rain won’t stop. It never does here.
Kusho stumbles through the woods, soaked to the bone, breathless, and bleeding black from the wounds no one can see. Every cigarette he lights sputters out before the first drag. The healing’s stopped working. His deal’s unraveling.

He’s muttering to himself now—asking “Why am I alive?”
The forest doesn’t answer.
But the echoes do.

useless.

🎵 Echoless Void | Belle Fourche 
One-man sonic chaos: metal, alt-rock, and raw emotion. Crafting ghostly beats, haunting riffs, and songs that feel like staring into your own mind at 3 AM.
✨ “I look best when I’m a mess.”
👁️‍🗨️ Enter the loop. Feel the void.