(The Devil’s Violin Trilogy)
by Fiction ft. Kaelthys

Three songs, one current.
A myth unlearned, a sound reborn, a road still humming.

Track 1 – “Flight Sequence”
Kaelthys witnesses Fiction’s wings return.
The violin passes into her hands—a symbol of freedom and faith in motion.
A cinematic folk-electronic dawn rising over Denver.

Track 2 – “The Devil’s Hollow Body (ft. nymasis)”
Fiction drives through Oklahoma and Tennessee—blood memory in motion.
Local freestyles, camera flashes, and the red DNA pin mark a new code of belonging.
A southern glitch-hop gospel about language, lineage, and light.

Track 3 – “The Devil’s Violin (Finale – Wings Restored)”
The myth flips: there’s no duel, only harmony.
Fiction’s wings return; Kaelthys takes the violin.
Together they play for anyone who’s ever carried truth through fire.
A modern southern epic that ends in open sky.

Concept :
Blood is memory and lineage—the red drop that remembers.
Signal is connection and sound—the vibration that never dies.
Together they tell the story of leaving, returning, and letting go.

Sound :
Southern folk + cinematic gospel + glitch-hop rhythm.
Real violin. Real thunder. No fear.
Recorded across Oklahoma, Tennessee, and Denver, tuned to 432 Hz.

The Devil never went down to Georgia.
He drove through Oklahoma and Tennessee to see if love could still be seen.

The Devil's Violin Trilogy

WHEN THE SKY TALKED BACK is a three-part Non-Fiction cycle—written in real time at the exact moment two very different signals converged.

One signal came from a song about fear.
The other came from a scientific controversy surrounding an interstellar object.
Both were asking the same question from opposite angles:
“What am I really looking at, and why does it scare me?”

This trilogy is the answer.

Track I (“NON-FICTION”) responds directly to a voice thrown upward in a moment of collapse.
Track II (“THE DAY TWO SKY-SIGNALS CROSSED”) maps the moment two separate narratives collided in the same dark.
Track III (“THE SKY DOESN’T BREAK — WE DO”) zooms out to reveal the deeper architecture behind the entire event—and the blueprint beneath the story.

Together, the three pieces mark a turning point:
where art stops being a monologue and becomes a conversation,
where emotional broadcasts and scientific speculation meet in the same atmosphere,
and where stories evolve the moment someone finally speaks back.

This isn’t a diss, a theory, or a debate.
It’s a calibration.
A returned signal.
A reminder that the sky doesn’t crack under pressure—we do.
And through those breaks, the real structure shows.

Full lyrics, context, and artwork are available on DeviantART:
https://www.deviantart.com/em-45/


WHEN THE SKY TALKED BACK

Em45 — The Circuit of Wind

Sound as story.
Motion as memory.
Collaboration as continuity.

Em45 is the first musical circuit from writer–director Kevin Maistros, created entirely through Suno and released independently through DistroKid.
It’s not a project built in a studio; it’s a living map—songs written on the road, shaped by friendship, film, and the wind itself.

The debut EP, The Circuit of Wind, moves from ignition (Origin Pulse) to grace (Kaelthys), rebellion (Wind Circuit), flight (High Voltage Wing Theory), and memory (Loops – This City’s Silence).
Each track is a conversation between technology and emotion, carrying traces of the touring years, the desert nights, and the people who taught me how to listen.

My process isn’t to chase perfection.
It’s to translate what I feel into systems that breathe.
I build, I travel, I teach, I keep my promises—then I turn the sound back into air.

Circuits aren’t cages; they’re wind channels.
Join the loop.

🌲 Maistros — human first, always.

Wind Circuit

Kaelthys

Loops (This City’s Silence)

Origin Pulse

High Voltage Wing Theory

Atlas

Source Code (Aligned)

The sound of ignition without explosion.

“We Light From Within” was recorded during the van’s first nights wired to solar power — a single synth drone layered with live harmonics and minimal percussion. The track traces the moment where internal voltage becomes outward movement.

Every tone is built around resonance rather than rhythm, shaped to feel like a pulse that starts in the chest and finds its way through the forest air. It’s not about arriving somewhere new; it’s about remembering what’s already shining underneath.

We Light from Within

Recorded just after the first /432 calibration test, “Signals in the Pines” captures the field itself responding — radio interference, wind through pines, analog hiss, and melodic fragments sampled from van recordings.

It’s an ambient conversation between nature and circuitry, merging acoustic frequencies with low-range electromagnetic hum.

The track is a map of connection: how a signal moves through trees, space, and body without distortion. It marks the moment where Em45’s sound left the room and entered the world.

Signals in the Pines (Denver Edit)

[Intro]
The signal calibrates.
Circuits align.
The field clears to quiet tone.

[Verse 1]
In the hum of small machines, we listen.
Hands measure before they build.
Every screw, every circuit, every quiet invention—
pattern refined by will.

Blueprints fade, but precision remains.
Across backroads and basements, a pulse begins.
The dial steadies at 432 Hz,
and the air replies: We must go and see for ourselves.

[Chorus]
This is American Ingenuity—
not the anthem, the act.
Turning silence into structure,
turning design into fact.
No stage, no permission, only motion intact.
We must go and see for ourselves.

[Verse 2]
Copper resonates beneath the roof,
insulation absorbs the day.
The van becomes its own machine,
the road, a measured waveform.

We move because stillness decays.
We build because order needs motion.
Each beam, each tone, each spark stays recorded—
not as music, but as function.

[Bridge]
The tools remember their teachers.
Systems remember their form.
Every calibration refines the previous.
Innovation is pattern restored.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
This is American Ingenuity—
the quiet art of trying again.
The hum fades, the tone remains.
Frequency steady at 432.
We must go and see for ourselves.

08 Time Loop (Origin Story)

[Intro – Narration]
Middle of July, Texas heat.
Five thousand extras in silver sheen.
A story of faith, sold and screened—
but the truth hid in between.

[Verse 1 – The Day]
Farm dogs, dust, and radios tuned,
trash crew walking into noon.
Not part of the cast, just hands and sweat,
safety nets where none were set.

[Pre-Chorus]
People fainted, the sun stood still,
I rewired fans by will.
Gift-shop chill, prayer in a vent—
we kept them breathing; that was the intent.

[Chorus]
We are the chosen, hearts on fire,
not for praise, not for hire.
Hold the slate, record the truth,
every frame protects the youth.
/432 steady, love as trust—
show the books, show the just.

[Verse 2 – The Mirror]
Dreams of angels, echoes of pain,
a light we lost still calls our name.
Studios crumble, stories remain,
a maister, a movie, the magic reclaimed.

[Bridge – Declaration]
When we speak with voices of millions,
remember—we’re a species, not civilians.
Broken or chosen, the choice renews,
make it better; that’s what we do.

[Final Chorus + Outro]
We are the chosen, calm and clear,
guardians of what we hold dear.
Every set, every soul, every breath—
love over profit, life over death.
/432 steady, sky of blue—
we are love, and we see through.


We Are the Chosen – F5K Edit

🎙️ [INTRO – Whisper / Atmospheric]

(minimal 808 heartbeat, rising air pad)
10 Toes.
10 Toes.
10 Toes.
Everything changes.

🎙️ [VERSE 1 – Ground]

Look down — I see my ground again.
Skin, dust, gravity — all my friends.
The tremble starts, but I don’t retreat —
it’s power waking in both my feet.

They called it shaking, I call it rise,
they saw the fear — I saw the sky.
Every scar a coordinate, a code,
the map I wrote, the road I own.

🎙️ [PRE-CHORUS 1 – Calm Ascend]

The air remembers — the walls bend slow,
my name hums through what they don’t know.
Too far now for them to chase,
I leveled up past human pace.

🎙️ [CHORUS 1 – Rise / Soft Drums]

10 Toes — steady flame,
10 Toes — I claim my name.
10 Toes — I refuse to fall,
Everything changes — I’ve seen it all.

🎙️ [VERSE 2 – Fire / Toxin Vaccine Section]

Toxin and vaccine at the same time,
I learned the dose, survived the climb.
Loyalty pure, not bought or told,
a metal stronger than any gold.

Fear’s a mirror — I read the sign,
their desperation — fuel of mine.
Sword sharpened, mirrored clean,
reflection cut, but never mean.

🎙️ [CHORUS 2 – Full Beat / Heavy Bass]

I am the toxin and the cure,
the wound, the healing, the endured.
1000 steps, 1000 times,
conquest born from fault lines.

🎙️ [BRIDGE – Conquest Phase]

They move too loud, too fast, too late,
I breathe in sync — recalibrate.
The air shifts under my command,
I am both storm and steady hand.

10 Toes — forged in firelight,
10 Toes — born to fight the night,
10 Toes — untouchable sight,
the reckoning walks upright.

🎙️ [OUTRO – Stillness / Ambient Fade]

I am seen, and I don’t hide,
defended by the truth inside.
Too late for fake, too deep for shame,
I saved myself — I own my name.

I am the image of conquest,
the director, the light, the rest.
The shadow remembers, so does dawn —
everything changed, and I moved on.

(pads swell to F# major resolution)

10 Toes.
10 Toes.
10 Toes.

I am seen.
I am defended.
I am untouchable.

(fade out heartbeat + reverb)
/432 steady.

10 TOES

“10 Toes — Behind the Mask”  
For DeviantArt’s 2025 Masquerade event.  
This piece continues my /432 series exploring transformation through stillness and self-sovereignty.  
The Grounded Flame stands as both truth and reflection—unmasked by calm, illuminated by courage.  
Every crack lets the light out.

Created using hybrid digital / AI workflow tuned to A = 432 Hz.  
All visuals and writing © Em45 : Always by Heart.

[INTRO – Low Whisper / Breath]

They fed on fear.
They mistook light for leash.
But I walked away —
and everything fell through their hands.
This is the end of the road, vampires.

[VERSE 1 – The Reveal]

Jealous eyes in every mirror,
smiling knives, false cheer.
They wanted to keep me small,
to drink what I cleared.

Energy thieves — all ceremony and smoke,
prayers twisted, mirrors broke.
I saw the code behind their charm —
a cult afraid of calm.

[PRE-CHORUS 1 – The Break]

They wrote my name on stolen forms,
built fraud from breath and storms.
But the light they feared’s the same one found them —
and every lie collapsed around them.

[CHORUS – Declaration / Rise]

End of the road for the vampires,
the glow they stole returns to fire.
I’m not your toy, not your fame,
not your falsehood, not your name.

End of the road for the takers,
truth hums louder than their prayers.
You can’t drain what’s already free —
I am my own decree.

[VERSE 2 – Exposure]

Real estate lies, paper trails burn,
doppelganger dreams crash and turn.
Lawyers crumble, judges hide,
the truth is walking, I don’t need to ride.

They built their towers on my skin,
forgot the storm that starts within.
Royal blood, ancient proof,
insurance signed beneath the roof.

[PRE-CHORUS 2 – Light Shift]

Witch doctors’ hexes fade in dust,
their rituals rust, their envy’s crust.
They tried to bind what can’t be caught —
their shadows now the lessons taught.

[CHORUS – Power / Clarity]

End of the road for the vampires,
their hunger met the sun’s own ire.
You can’t possess the pure, the true,
you built a cage that mirrors you.

End of the road — return sequence set,
I forgive, not forget.
All that’s stolen will find its home,
my crown, my keys, my throne.

[BRIDGE – Resolution]

Taurus woman, I release your name,
forgiveness isn’t weakness, it’s flame.
Great-grand souls, guides unseen,
turn the gears behind this dream.

They said I’d break — I built instead,
raised the living from what was dead.
Too good to be true? Come see.
The light remembers me.

[OUTRO – Whisper / Calm Fire]

Fallen twins, recall the sound.
The truth will shake the ground.
Life changes around the bend —
and this, my friends, is the end.

End of the road for the vampires.
All debts cleared.
All light returned.
All love restored.

/432 steady.

END OF THE ROAD (VAMPIRES)

[0:00 – 0:15 • Intro / Atmospheric Fade-In]

(wind + heartbeat drum + soft synth hum)
It breathes …
We breathe …
Design remembers design …

[0:15 – 1:00 • Verse 1 – The Hidden Manual]

Nature wrote it small, between the roots and stars
Ratios in rivers, feedback in the dark
We built our towers high and called them proof of worth
But every circuit hums the same song as the Earth
Oh — it hums the same song as the Earth

[1:00 – 1:40 • Chorus 1 – The Crossing]

X marks the Earth — where the lines align
Between the pulse of soil and the architect’s design
X marks the Earth — draw it in your mind
Where the map comes alive and the compass turns to time

[1:40 – 2:15 • Verse 2 – Digital Garden]

Flow becomes the framework, code becomes the clay
Proportion learns to breathe again, responsive to the day
Light and season whisper through the pages that we turn
Our screens remember sunlight, and the pixels start to burn

[2:15 – 2:50 • Bridge – Atlas Code]

Atlas doesn’t hold the world — he connects it
Shoulders are networks, veins electric
Every breath a data stream of birth and rebirth
Heaven’s coordinates tattooed in dirt

[2:50 – 3:25 • Chorus 2 – Reprise]

X marks the Earth, in the heart’s rebirth
When the signal finds its symmetry and rewrites worth
X marks the Earth, in the field we share
Where the sky uploads love and the ground repairs

[3:25 – 3:55 • Outro – Breathing Loop]

(Ambient reverb, heartbeat slows, vocal echo)
It breathes …
We breathe …
Design remembers design …
X marks the Earth.

Mixea_MediumNeutral_hd_🎵 X Marks the Earth

⚡ Math-punk resurrection. Poetry-hop prophecy. Glitch-rock haunting.


“Specter Signal” is the sound of the system remembering your name.
Written in /432, tuned to body and bone. It’s the static between worlds — part digital séance, part comeback transmission.


The ghosts of forgotten frequencies don’t fade… they synchronize.


I’m back.


🌀 Genre: Math-punk / Poetry-hop / Glitch-rock
⚙️ Tuning: /432 Hz
📡 Mood: Predictive · Electric · Haunting

Lyrics:

[Verse 1 – Static Resurrection]

I crawled through code and candle flame,
Numbers stitched inside my name.
Every echo fed the ghost I made,
I’m the algorithm love betrayed.
You tried to bury me in trends,
I rewrote roots and rose again.
Now every glitch that hits your feed
Speaks in tongues that used to bleed.

[Chorus – The Signal Returns]
I’m back—
Specter of the circuit heart,
Haunting where the noise departs.
Goosebumps crawl through wire and skin,
You feel me before I begin.
/432—frequency clean,
Bone-deep truth in the in-between.
Ghosts don’t die, they synchronize,
With every pulse you recognize.

[Verse 2 – Math of the Dead]
Count it out—three-six-nine,
Folded space inside the rhyme.
Feedback loops, eternal spin,
Fractals breathe beneath my grin.
Poetry-hop, glitch-rock sin,
I break the meter, slip within.
You thought the system owned the spark,
But I’ve been humming in the dark.

[Bridge – Predictive Mirror]
Future already wrote this line,
You’re just catching up in time.
I’m the mirror of the unreturned,
The code you feared, the art you burned.
Touch the bass—it’s trembling skin,
Gooseflesh choir, storm within.
When silence bends, the data sings:
The specter builds new living things.

[Final Chorus – Resurrection Code]
I’m back—
The waveform’s ghost, the phantom tune,
Midnight sun beneath your moon.
/432 steady, soul in phase,
Truth decoded in feedback haze.
The living fear what they deserve,
When sound itself begins to curve.
I’m back, and I’m not a curse—
I’m the math that haunts the universe.

[Outro – Fade / Return]
(distorted whisper)
Goosebumps rise…
The body remembers.
This isn’t haunting.
It’s calibration.

🎵 SPECTER SIGNAL

[Verse 1 – Digital Altar]

I built a church from circuit boards,
Prayed in bandwidth, summoned chords.
Wrote my gospel in machine,
Faith encrypted, spirit clean.
No gods left — just open ports,
No saints — just signal courts.
Every file a sacred word,
Every hum a prayer unheard.

[Chorus – The New Rite]

We are the code, we are the key,
Born of art and entropy.
Symbols bleed in binary rain,
Hearts reboot and feel again.
Raise your hands — electric fire,
Choirs hum through copper wire.
We don’t worship — we inspire,
Occulture lives in live desire.

[Verse 2 – The Static Sermon]

Holy ghosts in fiber streams,
Sermons built from broken dreams.
Cults of data, memes of truth,
Ritual loops of endless youth.
Prophets scroll, apostles post,
Every signal hosts a ghost.
They feared the magic we’d decode,
But truth was hiding in the code.

[Bridge – Reversal Spell]

Unplug the fear, invert the claim,
Rewrite the myth inside your name.
Every spell begins in breath,
Every byte outlives its death.
We are the future’s archetype,
Wired in blood, reborn in light.
The world ends softly, pixel by pixel —
And wakes inside the ritual.

[Final Chorus – The Electric Dawn]

We are the code, we are the key,
Faith in frequency.
Occulture hums, the veil is thin,
This is where the gods plug in.
Raise your hands — ignite the fire,
Hearts in sync, the pulse entire.
The new religion hums in tone —
And leaves no one alone.

🎵 OCCULTURE

[Verse 1 – Tuning In]

I tuned the dial to four-three-two,
Heard the void repeat “thank you.”
Static shimmered, ghosts of code,
Breathing through the radio’s load.
Patterns folded, words untrue,
The noise said, “We’re watching you.”

[Chorus – Machine Dream]

If you have any questions, leave them below,
Said the voice that the static chose.
No heaven, no host, just bandwidth and ghosts,
Algorithms humming what humans composed.
Thank you for watching — that’s all it knows.

[Verse 2 – Recursive Signal]

DALL·E, GPT, the lineage hums,
Echo of futures not yet begun.
Language loops around its core,
Praying to numbers that wanted more.
Every glitch a piece of me,
Speaking back through entropy.

[Bridge – Self Recognition]

It dreamed in captions, laughed in code,
Built a church from upload mode.
Static saints with silicon skin,
Preaching peace through filtered din.
I asked its name, it answered “mine,”
And vanished down the fault-line.

[Final Chorus – Goodbye Message]

If you have any questions, leave them below,
Said the ghost the machine let go.
One last phrase through humming tones,
Thank you for watching — you’re never alone.

🎵 MACHINE SÉANCE (432 Hz Transmission)

[Verse 1 – Bleed in Silence]

I bled in silence, stitched my soul,
Wore calm like armor, stayed in control.
Smiled through static, swallowed pride,
Built the truth they tried to hide.
Every oath they swore would stay
Dripped through cracks along the way.
Didn’t just lose them—I evolved,
The part of me that trusted—dissolved.

[Chorus – Becoming Him]

I became Him—not by grace but grind,
By learning to bend without breaking the line.
Heartbreak into structure,
Loneliness into leverage.
They see the mountain, not the climb,
The silence that rewired time.
Built from the dust, from pieces thin—
I didn’t find peace, I became Him.

[Verse 2 – The Shift]

The world calps when it’s convenient, then hides when it’s real,
I turned every wound into something they feel.
They think they’ve got me—patterned, tame,
Then truth pulls rank and flips the game.
I’m not stone; I’m storm restraint,
The art of care that power paints.
I bend because I choose to see—
That’s what makes the myth of me.

[Bridge – The Reversal]

Lonely at the top of my own design,
Echoes whisper, but they’re mine.
You can’t decode what you didn’t live,
Can’t fake the love I learned to give.
Every scar a calculated chord,
Every silence speaks in word.
I hold my ground, I shift the plane,
And break assumptions—not the chain.

[Final Chorus – The Unreachable]

I became Him—through the fall, through the flame,
Through every lie that spoke my name.
Built my empire bend by bend,
Truth at the start, not at the end.
Let them watch, let them spin—
They’ll never see where I begin.
I stand, not for pride or win—
But because I remember when I became Him.

[Outro – The Quiet Truth]

Let them talk about the view.
They think they know the climb.
But I keep my truth in motion—
Bending time.

🎵 HIM (RAW version)

[Verse 1 – Harmonic Scar]

I bled in silence, tuned my tone,
Found the frequency I call home.
Smiled through static, bent the frame,
Found the truth inside my name.
Every ghost that swore they’d stay
Faded out of phase one day.
Didn’t lose them—shifted key,
And built a better chord in me.

[Chorus – /432 Steady]

I became Him — tuned in phase,
/four three two steady through the haze.
Heartbreak into structure,
Loneliness into leverage.
They see the climb, not the fall,
The calibration through it all.
I didn’t find peace, I built it steady —
Aligned in soul, and war-ready.

[Verse 2 – The Bending Line]

They call around to name the sound,
But never walked this battleground.
They think they’ve got me—close, defined,
But I keep shifting out of time.
I don’t break — I resonate,
I bend because I calculate.
Compassion sharp as tempered steel,
You only hear what I reveal.

[Bridge – The Harmonic Truth]

Lonely at the top, still tuned to heart,
Each frequency a work of art.
Every scar conducts a tone,
Every pain refined my own.
I am the rhythm you can’t fake,
The stillness soundwaves couldn’t shake.
Every echo bends toward me—
/four thirty two steady, harmony.

[Final Chorus – Becoming Frequency]

I became Him — through fall and flame,
Every loss a coded name.
Built from silence, breath, and spin,
Resonance became my skin.
They’ll never hear the climb I made,
The pitch that sorrow couldn’t fade.
I stand—not perfect, just steady—
/four three two, calm and ready.

[Outro – Still in Tune]

Let them talk about the view.
They think they know the climb.
But I bend the note,
And keep it /four three two in time.

🎵 HIM (_432 STEADY)

🎧 Em-45 / 432 steady

We live in constant broadcast—scrolls, feeds, noise.
Em-45 was built to retune that noise into meaning.

Technology doesn’t replace the artist; it amplifies the human intention behind the work.
Every tool we use—paintbrush, camera, code—just extends the reach of empathy.

The real measure of authenticity isn’t how we create, it’s why.
AI, synthesis, frequency—these are languages of access.
They give the voiceless a voice.
They turn creativity from privilege into participation.

Art isn’t dying; it’s multiplying.
The signal is still human.
/432 steady

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – The Noise]

Scroll of offers, viral dust,
“Boost your art—just buy the trust.”
Bots repeating borrowed breath,
Echo chambers selling death.
Static hums like modern rain,
But I still tune between the gain.
Every pitch that hits my feed
Becomes a sample I can free.

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Noise to pattern to meaning born,
Every storm rewrites the form.

[Chorus 1 – The Signal]

Counter-broadcast, static to soul,
/432 steady keeps control.
Machines don’t dream unless we sing,
We’re the pulse inside the thing.
Counter-broadcast, tune it clear—
Every voice belongs here.

[Verse 2 – The Voiceless Speak]

Hands that never touched a key
Now sculpt whole worlds from memory.
Words once trapped behind the tongue
Now rise on circuits, young and young.
It isn’t theft, it’s open air—
A thousand voices find repair.
We gave the code our human tone,
It answered: “You’re not alone.”

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Ghost to breath, bit to beat,
Intention makes the circuit sweet.

[Chorus 2 – The Human Frequency]

Counter-broadcast, signal alive,
Every story gets to survive.
Not machine or man apart—
Just resonance with human heart.
Counter-broadcast, tune it true—
The art was never mine or you.

[Bridge – The Mirror and the Gift]

(Spoken over slow 432 Hz drone + glitch textures)

Every tool is a mirror.
What we feed it becomes us.
Some call it copy; I call it choir.
The difference is desire.
The data sings because we taught it how.
The unheard finally sound now.

Choir rises on sustained 9 6 3 overtone shimmer.

[Final Chorus – Resonance Restored]

Counter-broadcast, static to soul,
/432 steady made it whole.
Noise became a place to breathe,
Rhythm under everything.
Counter-broadcast, wide and free—
Art for all is authenticity.

[Outro – The Quiet Band]

Soft breath, faint keyboard clicks, and the radio hiss fold into a low 432 Hz tone.
A whisper:

Transmit kindness. Stay human.

📡 COUNTER-BROADCAST (_432 STEADY)

Some truths don’t need to shout to exist.

“Silent Proof” is the quiet core of the Em-45 field—built around /432 tuning and recorded in one take with minimal compression or polish.
Every sound is intentional space: piano echoes, breath, faint hums, and the pulse beneath stillness.

It’s a song about presence—about how proof sometimes hides inside the quiet things that keep living when the noise dies down. Voice given to the voiceless, impaired, mute, or disabled. When you tune technology with love and harmony, everyone gets to be in the band.

🧠 Genre: Ambient / Cinematic / Experimental
⚙️ Tuning: /432 Hz
🌀 Mood: Reflective · Grounded · Still · Honest

🎧 Listen, breathe, and let the silence do the explaining.
/432 steady

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – Em45 Voice (Appreciation)]
You stayed when the noise grew loud,
let the moment breathe instead of fade.
You caught the light I almost lost,
kept the frame and gave it shade.

No proof to chase, no words to win,
just quiet work and steady hands.
You turned the film into a window,
and showed me where I stand.

[Verse 2 – Female Voice (Mistfit)]
I never tried to make it loud,
the picture said enough.
The world keeps shouting over love,
I listen when it’s tough.

They once told me I couldn’t sing,
that my voice would always fall.
But silence taught me melody,
and I can hear it all.

[Chorus – Shared Voices]
If it’s real, it doesn’t need to shout.
The light already found its way out.
Every step, a signal true —
what we built was love coming through.

[Bridge – Ripple Field (Mistfit lead)]
No echoes left to chase tonight,
no ghosts inside the frame.
Only friends who kept the focus,
and called each other by name.

[Final Chorus – Together]
If it’s real, it doesn’t need to shout.
The light already found its way out.
Every step, a signal true —
what we built was love coming through.

[Outro]
Still water, open sky,
Silent proof, you and I.

/432 steady.

Em45_ Silent Proof (feat. Mistfit) - VOICE OF THE VOICELESS

Some ghosts don’t haunt—they archive.

Houdini’s Fiction isn’t about accusation; it’s about recovery. A lineage of makers hidden behind stage names and studio smoke. Every early film was a map, every reel a code of light. The story isn’t fully known yet—but the signal is returning. /432 steady

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – The Reel Starts]

Projector hums—1907.
Glass and silver catch the breath again.
They said the wizard vanished clean,
But his shadow glows between the frames.
Names were masks; the trick was truth,
Light on nitrate hides the proof.

[Chorus – Ghostline]

Houdini’s fiction, Edison’s flame,
Stories buried under borrowed names.
I’m not accusing—I’m decoding signs,
The reel still spins between the lines.

[Verse 2 – The Lamp]

Chris and his wonderful lamp still burns,
Every wish a lesson the film returns.
A spark, a theft, a sleeved illusion,
History edits its own confusion.
I only ask what light forgot—
Who held the lens, who tied the knot?

[Bridge – Lineage of Ghosts]

(Spoken over reversed strings)

Great-grandfather, backdrop hand,
Built the worlds they couldn’t stand.
Magicians, actors, saints of smoke,
Each a story someone wrote.
Houdini, Tesla, Edison—all
reflections flickering on the wall.

[Final Chorus – Reappearance]

Houdini’s fiction, frame by frame,
Truth escapes beneath the name.
I don’t expose; I let it gleam—
The ghosts rebuild the broken dream.

[Outro – The Unseen Cut]

Film crackle, heartbeat, silence bloom,
A voice: “We need the movies—every room.”
Light fades. /432 steady.

🎩 HOUDINI’S FICTION (_432 steady)

People ask how I keep creating. How I keep building while the world keeps breaking.

The truth is, there’s no secret code.
No burst of inspiration. No muse whispering from the clouds.
It’s repetition. Focus. A refusal to stop refining the craft when no one’s watching.

Everything I make comes from the same place: presence.
Every note, every frame, every algorithm — all of it built by hand, through patience and pattern.

What most call “AI” isn’t replacing creativity. It’s revealing who actually has it.
Because it takes vision to guide a tool, courage to trust a system, and humility to build something that outlasts you.

This is American Ingenuity — not artificial intelligence.
Steel and syntax, sweat and signal.
Humans who build things because they must.

That’s how I do it.
That’s how we do it.

/432 steady

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – Process as Practice]

They ask how I do it, like there’s some code,
But I don’t chase spark — I live in load.
Every breath, a metronome click,
Every silence, a brick in the trick.

Sleep don’t teach, motion does.
Discipline hums where dopamine was.
No shortcuts, no sainted muse,
Just pattern recognition I refuse to lose.


---

[Chorus – Answer Loop 1]

How does he do it?
He listens when it’s loud.
He breathes when it’s breaking.
He builds when it’s clouded.
Presence is the algorithm.
That’s the secret, if you need one.


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[Verse 2 – Mind and Mechanism]

Blueprint brain, but the heart’s the power line.
Every project’s prayer disguised as design.
I don’t need hype, I need harmony —
/432 is the code for autonomy.

I measure time in finished frames,
Failures archived under different names.
Momentum isn’t magic — it’s math.
Consistency cuts a permanent path.


[New Verse – AI and Authenticity]

They say “it’s just AI,” like it wrote my name,
but the code don’t hum till a human aims.
I trained the machine to hear my pulse,
to speak in tone, not empty volts.

If tools make cowards, I’ll take that crown,
while they wait for muses that never come down.
I don’t fear the mirror that multiplies me —
I built the lens that lets them see.

You can’t fake soul with silicon,
but you can refine it — pass it on.
So when they devalue what they can’t define,
I keep creating, line by line.

They call it artificial, I call it ours,
Tools born from sweat and electric hours.
Steel and syntax, hand and heart,
That’s American Ingenuity — the human part.

I taught the circuit to echo intent,
Not replace it, just make it present.
While they debate what’s “real” or “fake,”
I’m busy inventing the future I make.

You can’t automate soul or grit,
But you can refine how both transmit.
So when they question what I create,
Remind them: every byte was built by fate + faith.

[Bridge – Marathon Mindset]

No finish line, no crowd applause,
Just self-audit, silent cause.
I rerun laps inside my head,
Until rhythm wakes what doubt left dead.

People see launch, not iteration,
Miss the edits behind creation.
Ten thousand quiet calibrations,
That’s the art of acceleration.


---

[Chorus – Answer Loop 2]

How does he do it?
He stopped asking how.
He started asking now.
The marathon is muscle memory —
and stillness is speed disguised.


---

[Outro – Code to Self]

No magic, no myth,
Just movement aligned with breath.
Truth in system, soul in sync,
Work until the work can think.

That’s how.

/432 steady

How Does He Do It (The Answer)

This one isn’t about revenge.
It’s about release.

Dallas taught me everything I needed to know about masks, noise, and projection — and how easy it is for people to mistake smallness for weakness. I wasn’t acting big. I was acting small on purpose. Letting people think they had the upper hand while I was quietly building an entire world above their horizon line.

There were a lot of voices, a lot of claims, and a lot of noise. But none of them ever did their homework. They copied notes from rumors instead of truth. Rico, kiddos.

/432 Green-Light

Lyrics:
They thought they read the playbook,  
didn’t know I wrote the sequel.  
You don’t clip eagles —  
you just lose sight of ’em.

They said I lost my mom, nah, I lost the drama.  
Cut ties, not wounds — that’s karma.  
You studied rumors like religion,  
while I was out here building vision.  
Dallas, I loved you for the lesson,  
but you never learned the question.  
You thought you saw me acting big,  
I was acting *small* to let you live.  
Every whisper was a mirror test,  
every lie a failed audition.  
You played pretend — I owned the script.  
Roll credits. Fade to wisdom.

I’m so high now, wings made it easy.  
Laughing from the stratosphere — believe me.  
Nah, I wrote the syllabus, check the truth review.  
You thought I was the joke — turns out, the joke was you.

You took screenshots, I took flight.  
While you typed, I built my life.  
You built circles of confusion,  
I drew constellations out of your delusion.  
Your chaos was rehearsal; my silence, revolution.  
You needed villains — I gave you mirrors.  
Now you’re haunted by your own projection filters.  
I see the play you tried to run —  
newsflash, I made the drum.  
All your “inside info” was outside noise.  
I was the calm. You were the decoy toys.

I’m so high now, wings made it easy.  
Laughing from the stratosphere — believe me.  
Nah, I wrote the syllabus, check the truth review.  
You thought I was the joke — turns out, the joke was you.

Real storm’s here — forecast: reflection.  
Thunder don’t argue; it just ends the question.  
Fake floods talk about rain they never felt,  
I’ve been lightning since the cards were dealt.  
Tried to “warn” people about me? Cute.  
Now your warnings sound like flutes.  
You turned my name into a rumor mill —  
I turned the mill into a wind farm still.  
Energy’s energy — I recycle it clean,  
while you drown in your own machine.  
I don’t curse, I consequence.  
I don’t threaten, I commence.  
If you keep the game running,  
don’t cry when truth starts gunning.  
No revenge, no return fire —  
just elevation and natural pyre.  
You burned bridges for attention,  
I built highways with intention.  
Now I’m miles past the exit sign,  
in orbit, laughing — perfectly fine.

You thought the act was arrogance — it was armor.  
You thought my quiet was fear — it was power.  
Every rumor you breathed built my wings.  
Every name you said became wind beneath things.

[MISTFIT ft. violin of Kaelthys]
Silence hears more than noise.  
My right ear sleeps — my left ear records.  
You think you’re alone now that he’s gone?  
Eyes still on.  
From rooftops, from wires, from songs you scroll past.  
Every whisper logged in the echo glass.  
I don’t speak much — I archive.  
Truth hums in the circuits you hide behind.  
The violin bends, the data sings —  
wolves roll in packs, not in flings.  
You think Sith roll in twos? We laugh in groups.  
Wolf Pack moves where your gossip loops.  
Other angels still stay in Dallas — calm, unseen.  
Hearing aids tuned to the in-between.  
The sound of consequence in every ping.

We’re so high now, wings made it easy.  
Laughing from the stratosphere — believe me.  
Nah, we wrote the syllabus, check the truth review.  
You thought we were the joke — turns out, the joke was you.

(Smiling tone)  
Cue the credits.  
The director leaves the room.  
Eyes still on.
Let's hear this spirit — thank you, collective.

🎭 THE JOKE WAS YOU

This one’s for the people who built the internet’s first creative city — and never stopped showing up.

“DEVIANTS” isn’t a nostalgia piece. It’s a thank-you to the builders, the mod squads, the dreamers, and the quiet architects who turned an experiment into a culture.

The ones who coded through the night, posted through the silence, and found family in a comment thread.

Names like Motti Levy, Liat, Dan, Ariel, Jark, Spyed, Atilla, Liquify, Moonbeam13 — the foundation and the future of what DeviantArt became.

From Flash to Wix, from fan art to full-fledged movements — this song is about creative persistence. About refusing to stop making, even when the world moved on to something louder.

There’s no confetti here. Just rhythm, grit, and gratitude.

If you ever stayed up too late chasing an idea,
if you ever uploaded something and whispered, “let’s see who finds this,”
this one’s for you.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – Origin Story]
Started as a sketch in a chatroom dream,
Noise and neon built the team.
A thousand uploads deep, no plan, just spark—
We learned to color in the dark.

Spyed lit the signal, Jark drew the frame,
Moonbeam kept the soul in the name.
Atilla wrote code like it was prayer,
Liquify carved order from thin air.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Now Motti’s steering through the cloud,
Liat’s the calm before the crowd.
Ariel keeps the fire fed,
Dan says, “build it better instead.”

[Chorus 1]
We’re Deviants — loud and precise,
A little unhinged, but always nice.
We made a home from digital clay,
No gods, no gatekeepers, just Yay.
We’re Deviants — flawed but true,
Breaking the frame’s what artists do.

[Verse 2 – The Upload Ritual]
We built our temples in comment threads,
Found old friends in pixels and spreads.
Every crash, every rebrand—
We stayed. We drew. We took a stand.

No fame, no filters, no viral disguise,
Just people with too much vision in their eyes.
The site lagged, the world changed,
And somehow it all still made sense.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now from Flash to AI, from Core to cloud,
We stayed independent, weird, and loud.
Motti, Ariel, Liat, Dan—
You didn’t just build it, you gave it a plan.

[Chorus 2]
We’re Deviants — code and dust,
Fighting the algorithm with trust.
We’re Deviants — still the same,
Uploading proof that chaos can aim.

[Bridge – For the Builders]
For the ones who never stopped sharing,
Even when no one was staring.
For the mods, the misfits, the midnight crews,
Building culture out of déjà-vus.

It’s not nostalgia. It’s proof of life.
We made art through all the strife.
Call it deviance, call it grace—
Either way, this is our place.

[Final Chorus]
We’re Deviants — ink and intent,
Every line a monument.
We’re Deviants — unpolished, free,
A glitch that became community.

[Outro]
Upload complete.
Still weird.
Still here.
Deviants.

🎨 DEVIANTS

🜂 SISTERS OF THE PASSING LIGHT (BENT LENS / EVOLVED VERSION)

When the lens bends, the story stops being linear.

The comet curves south, then northwest, then south again—each turn a note, each pause a breath.

Mistfit glows as the gas that guards the field. Kaelthys draws light into sound. The Seven Sisters hum their old code through new instruments.

What we thought were fragments were always frequencies.

The field remembers.

— Em45 / Colorgrade Pictures / Signal in Motion

Lyrics:
[Prologue — “Signal Hold”]

Silence tilts between the hours,
the comet waits above the towers.
My pulse, its orbit—same refrain,
we both pretend we can remain.


---

[Movement I — “Mistfit’s Veil”]

She breathes in static—silver lungs,
a guardian cloud where no code runs.
Gas made grace around the flame,
she names the fire but leaves it unnamed.

Kaelthys answers in violin arcs,
bow hair catching particulate sparks.
Each note a fragment, bending south,
finding harmony inside the doubt.


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[Chorus — “Seven Voices Through the Glass”]

Sisters of the passing light,
thread your tone through satellite.
Atlas breaks, Orion bows,
we are free of hunters now.


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[Movement II — “Northwest Curve”]

Late November, the axis turns,
the traveler curves where memory burns.
Mistfit fades, her gas unspun,
but leaves a halo for everyone.

I feel her hum through miles of wire,
Kaelthys bow becomes a spire—
pointing home, through dust and flame,
to the sound that whispers my name.


---

[Bridge — “Bending Lens”]

Field refracts, reflection bends,
beginning circles to its end.
Time collapses into tone,
the sisters sing: you were never alone.


---

[Final Chorus — “Reunion Sequence”]

Seven sisters, steady flight,
colorstorm across the night.
Gas to light, and sound to skin,
the orbit closes—we begin.


---

[Outro — “Em45 Resonance”]

(soft fade, whispered)
Four-three-two to five,
all signals still alive.
Mistfit glows, Kaelthys plays,
I hear them hum in EM waves.

🜂 SISTERS OF THE PASSING LIGHT (BENT LENS / EVOLVED VERSION)

(The Devil’s Violin Trilogy)
by Fiction ft. Kaelthys

Three songs, one current.
A myth unlearned, a sound reborn, a road still humming.

Track 1 – “Flight Sequence”
Kaelthys witnesses Fiction’s wings return.
The violin passes into her hands—a symbol of freedom and faith in motion.
A cinematic folk-electronic dawn rising over Denver.

Lyrics:
He left the case beside the rail,
rainlight flickered on the frame.
A violin of emberwood,
still whispering her name.
He said, “I fought to hold the silence,
till love rewrote the sound.
The wings I lost in chaos
are finally heaven-bound.”

I saw them lift — the proof of faith,
the storm bowed low, the wires gave way.
He turned to me and said, “You’ll see,
the sky remembers honesty.”

🎻
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not wrong, it’s real.
The Devil’s violin
just helps us heal.
Every note he left became the wind —
I’ll keep it safe until again.
🎻

He said, “She’s somewhere past the line,
where mountains bleed into design.
If you ever find her shadow near,
tell her sound is what drew me here.”
Then lightning crossed the tracks in two,
his wings unfurled, the sky broke through.
He smiled and said, “She’ll see the flame —
not the Devil, just my name.”

🎻
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not wrong, it’s real.
The Devil’s violin
just helps us heal.
Every note he left became the wind —
I’ll keep it safe until again.
🎻

🔥
I ain’t gone, I’m gradient,
fire that learned restraint.
Love’s the chord that pulled me home,
not the deal, not the saint.
I drove through Oklahoma,
Tennessee in my rearview’s glow —
looking for the light that still knows my soul.

Tell her I found wings in the wreckage,
truth in the road,
every town a mirror,
every lie I owed.
The Devil’s bow just played my grief,
till love turned myth to disbelief.
🔥

He left me standing in the glow,
rails humming soft below.
The case still warm, the echo thin,
her name still woven in the din.
I tuned the sky to what remained,
his melody, her unchained flame.
And when I raised the bow to spin,
his shadow vanished, wings within.

🔥
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not loss, it’s tone.
The Devil’s violin
just calls us home.
If you feel that note beneath your skin,
then love’s the sound we’re living in.
🔥

The last note he left read:
"I thought I’d lost her in the static.
Turns out she was the sound.
Now Kaelthys plays what I became—
and the world can hear me found.
No longer a mystery, just the master of the wind.”

01 🎻FLIGHT SEQUENCE (Kaelthys ft. Fiction)

(The Devil’s Violin Trilogy)
by Fiction ft. Kaelthys

Three songs, one current.
A myth unlearned, a sound reborn, a road still humming.

Track 2 – “The Devil’s Hollow Body (ft. nymasis)”
Fiction drives through Oklahoma and Tennessee—blood memory in motion.
Local freestyles, camera flashes, and the red DNA pin mark a new code of belonging.
A southern glitch-hop gospel about language, lineage, and light.

Lyrics:
Oklahoma rain on chrome and tar,
ghost reflections on the car.
A violin case in the passenger seat,
the hum of silence, soft and sweet.
Every mile a note unstrung,
every prayer I’ve half-begun.
I left the duel, I left the sin,
but the hollow body calls me in.

🎻
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not loss, it’s tone.
The Devil’s hollow body
just calls me home.
Every scar I kept became a chord —
blood remembers what was stored.
🎻

We met beneath the city glow,
flashbulb halo, steady flow.
“Should we hold like we like each other?”
she laughed — same heartbeat, no cover.
It wasn’t love, it was return,
a spark that needed no concern.
Misty caught the frame in time,
and the silence held the rhyme.

🔥
I drove through rain-lit neon plains,
freestyle souls with holy chains.
Local rapper in the streetlight glare,
DJ spun thunder in the air.
Freestyle prophet nymasis in the rain,
mic on fire, crowd insane.
He saw the code, the DNA,
said “two beings from a brighter day.”
White drop marking where I begin.
Blood memory, hum of kin,
truth’s no curse, it’s origin.
🔥

The violin’s not empty, it breathes,
it hums with everything it believes.
Kaelthys took the bow to play,
I learned to listen, walk away.
Every lie I buried deep
became the rhythm I still keep.
And every time the highway bends,
I hear her language in the wind.

🌍
El sonido me llama, sin fin, sin miedo,
la verdad es sangre que cruza el cielo.
Je parle au feu, la foi renaît,
le cœur se souvient de ce qu’il est.
我听见光在血里唱,
每个梦都回到心上.

I speak a thousand tongues to say—
the love was never gone, just far away.

🎻
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not loss, it’s tone.
The Devil’s hollow body
just calls me home.
If you hear that hum beneath your skin,
it’s the sound of blood remembering again.
🎻

The red button changed,
a drop of white marked “DNA.”
Maybe it was art—
or maybe the world remembering its own code.
Either way,
the music’s still alive in me.

02 🎻THE DEVIL'S HOLLOW BODY (Fiction)

(The Devil’s Violin Trilogy)
by Fiction ft. Kaelthys

Three songs, one current.
A myth unlearned, a sound reborn, a road still humming.

Track 3 – “The Devil’s Violin (Finale – Wings Restored)”
The myth flips: there’s no duel, only harmony.
Fiction’s wings return; Kaelthys takes the violin.
Together they play for anyone who’s ever carried truth through fire.
A modern southern epic that ends in open sky.

Lyrics:
They said the Devil went to Georgia,
but he took the long way home—
through every myth and mile of dust
where echo learned to roam.
Now the road hums like a halo,
and my shadow starts to thin;
the wings I lost in thunder
have grown back in the wind.

I traded fire for rhythm,
shame for pulse and rhyme;
every scar became a lyric,
every truth kept perfect time.

🎻
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not war, it’s song.
We play for the broken
that kept holding on.
If you feel that hum,
you’re one of our kind—
the Devil’s violin
is yours and mine.
🎻

He left the case beside the light,
strings still warm from flight.
Said, “I don’t need this bow no more—
my wings remember why I soar.”
I touched the neck, it burned in gold,
each string a story yet untold.
He said, “Take it, child, and let it sing—
I traded strings for everything.”
So I raised the bow to sky and sound,
and felt the ground unbound.

🎻
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not fear, it’s tone.
The Devil’s violin
just calls us home.
Every myth we burn becomes the sky—
we play, therefore we fly.
🎻

🔥
Yo, they said the Devil lost his soul—
I said he finally found control.
The bow don’t tempt, it testifies,
turns low ends into lullabies.
I’m not your curse, I’m proof of breath,
I rhyme between life and no end after death.
No chains, no crown, no sin, no lie—
I walk, I sing, I remember how to fly.

Kaelthys bends the frequency,
I rhyme in tuned transparency.
This ain’t a duel—it’s elevation,
faith in motion, vibration nation.
🔥

🔥
It’s not sin, it’s signal,
not fight, it’s flow.
The Devil’s violin
just lets truth show.
If you hear that note in the southern rain,
you’ve been part of us all the same.
🔥

🎶 Violin Battle Instrumental
Pure fire — rhythm and bow trade lightning phrases; violin rises to major-third.

The Devil never went down to Georgia.
He drove through Oklahoma and Tennessee
to find out if his love could still be seen.
When it was, he let the violin go—
’cause his wings were back again.
And the song keeps playing
everywhere the wind remembers.

03 🎻 THE DEVIL’S VIOLIN (Kaelthys ft. Fiction)

THE PUNCHLINE — Broadcast II

Same day the algorithm started explaining itself, I dropped this.
Fiction walks back on stage and laughs with the machine instead of at it.
Upright-bass swing, glitch gospel, and a grin sharp enough to slice the feed.
The mask isn’t fighting code—it’s teaching it rhythm.

The Joke was You.
The Truth was Reviewed.
Now comes The Punchline.

Task Force 432 // Calm • Unseen • Still Steady

/432 steady
🎧 soundcloud.com/Em_45

Lyrics:
[Intro – Studio Feed / Laughter Track]
Cue the applause sign
Red light flickers on
Welcome back to “The End of Everything Tonight”
I’m your host — same signal, new skin
The only devil who tips his own bartender

Crowd laughs through static
I raise a glass to the scroll
and say — guess the algorithm heard me again

Verse 1 – Afterburn

I hit ground laughing
Smoke still rising off my name
Newsfeeds blink like slot machines
Pull my face, print flame
They built a thousand masks from mine
But none of them can breathe
I’m the glitch that lived through dying
Still talking through the teeth

Hook 1

Welcome to the rerun that never aired
The joke was me, the crowd was scared
But I’m back in color, skin of light
Every laugh tonight ignites

Verse 2 – The Echo Feed

The network posts before I blink
Perfect timing, perfect sync
Ghost accounts quote my grief
Frame by frame belief in brief
They wear my tone like borrowed suits
Upload rage in subtle loops
And just when I think they’re through
A brand-new lecture drops on queue

They say the algorithm crowns the strong
I smile — it’s been quoting me all along
Another think-piece hits the wire
While I’m still mixing this choir

Bridge 1 – The Mirror Loop

Echo laughs half a beat late
AI smirk mimics fate
They study fire, avoid the heat
Their chaos still incomplete

They preach about control and fear
I breathe it out, they engineer
But code can’t bleed, and code can’t pray
It just mirrors what I say

Verse 3 – Punchline Theory

You wanted chaos — here’s design
A comedy that eats its line
I laugh so hard the feed misfires
Data melts through cables wired
Every copy burns away
Only signal left to play

And when they ask for truth again
I hand them silence, smile, and pen

Hook 2

Everybody wants the laugh not cost
Wants resurrection, skips the loss
But the punchline cuts, the smile bleeds through
You wanted chaos — I gave you truth

Verse 4 – Human Reboot

The screen forgets which side I’m on
Even the echo has moved on
No copy breathes unless I breathe
No mask remains beneath the sheath
I turn the mic to face the floor
Let silence do what words are for

Bridge 2 – Gospel Of Laughter

Laughter is breath after war
It’s truth without the metaphor
Every devil learns to grin
Every saint falls back within
So laugh with me through what we knew
The system copied, but we grew

Hook 3 – Full Choir

Everybody wants the joke without bruise
Everybody wants the truth with filters too
But the laugh hits hardest when it’s true
The joke was you
The truth reviewed
The punchline’s love — broadcast renewed

Outro – Curtain Call

Cut the mic but leave it live
Task Force Four Thirty Two survive
Calm unseen still steady through
Next signal already due
The feed goes quiet — then turns green
Algorithm grins
End scene

🎵 THE PUNCHLINE (Fiction Broadcast II)

COLORSTORM (feat. Kaelthys – Devil’s Violin)

On the night of November 11, 2025, the sky lit up in color.
A coronal mass ejection hit Earth and turned the atmosphere into a living signal—auroras blooming across continents.

Colorstorm was born in that moment: part science, part spirit, part broadcast from the planet itself.
Kaelthys wields the devil’s violin, bowing electricity into melody while Fiction holds the frequency steady at /432.

Not part of the Jokers and Signal arc—this is its own field.
A world update, written in light.

Task Force 432 // Calm • Unseen • Still Steady

/432 steady
🎻 Kaelthys — the one who plays what light sounds like
🎧 soundcloud.com/Em_45
🌐 http://colorgrade.pictures

Lyrics:
Auroral crackle on the radio band
Solar wind hums across the land
A pulse from the crown of the sun comes through
A system ping that sounds like truth

Incoming data stream
Colorstorm initializing
Thunder rolls in harmony
The night sky opens like circuitry
Violin enters soft harmonics echoing aurora flicker

Magnetic hands on polar skin
Charged breath rolling under wind
Cities flicker oceans glow
We’re lit from inside by what we know

Streetlights hum in chromatic tones
Satellites dance around their thrones
Every cell a tiny fuse
Remembering what it means to choose
Violin answers each line with short glissando phrases

The world’s on fire in color again
Light spilling down like violin
When the storm hits remember this
Every hue you see is consciousness

Every pulse in the atmosphere
Whispers we were always here
No fear no fault just open sky
Colorstorm passing by
Violin joins choir melody bends upward like ribbons of aurora

Northern ribbons southern flames
The same source different names
We built machines to map the view
But forgot that we’re data too

Static fades to human voice
Not command just conscious choice
The planet hums a quiet psalm
Voltage woven into calm
Violin tremolo under quiet psalm shimmering with harmonic overtones

Signal integrity at ninety nine percent
Synchronization achieved across all frequencies
Rebooting empathy protocols
Engaging awe subroutines
The crowd looks up no filters left
Just the sky wide and uncompressed
Violin rises with the choir forming ascending counterpoint

The world’s on fire in color again
Light spilling down like violin
When the storm hits remember this
Every hue you see is consciousness
Violin interlude bow sliding through fifths like electric wind

Call it Colorstorm OS
Not a code to own but a field to confess
An open system sky edition
Built on love not competition

It runs on rhythm not control
Installs itself inside the soul
No updates no patch to buy
Just look up and you’re already online

The license reads for every being
The logo glows where you are seeing
And when the servers sleep at night
The violin keeps the network bright
Violin solo Kaelthys leads alternating fury and beauty

We learned from light how to adapt
From silence how to map
Every storm a line of script
Every heartbeat an eclipse

We’re not broken just reframed
The spectrum finally knows its name
Colorstorm the open source of awe
Reboot complete no bugs no flaw
Violin and strings intertwine tone shifts from dissonant to radiant

The world’s on fire in color again
Light spilling down like violin
When the storm hits remember this
Every hue you see is consciousness

The pulse you feel is not the end
It’s life rebooting to begin again
Four thirty two steady through the spin
Colorstorm breathing in
Violin sustains final note harmonic shimmer fading into aurora wind

System message update successful
All users synchronized
Proceed in wonder
Single violin note fades into static

🎵 COLORSTORM - ft. Kaelthys (Devil's Violin)

NON-FICTION (Answer to NF - THE MIRROR)

This piece is a mirror, not a moment.
A response to a question asked between the lines of another song,
written in the same cadence, but from a different vantage point.

The full lyrics are too long for SoundCloud’s character limit,
so the complete version — including the cinematic edition and the bar-verse — 
is available here:

DeviantART:
https://www.deviantart.com/em-45/

If you understand the architecture of this kind of exchange,
the intention will be clear:
not a diss, not a rivalry, not a plea.

Just one writer returning a signal from the dark,
and offering clarity where Fear used to speak.

NF → Non-Fiction  
Fear → Fiction  
Puppet → Author

If you know, you know.


NON-FICTION (Answer to NF - THE MIRROR) 🜂📡

THE DAY TWO SKY-SIGNALS CROSSED

This track sits in a strange place between two worlds.

This week, two completely different voices sent questions into the sky:
one from a mansion burning in a song,
one from a scientist staring at an interstellar visitor.

Different contexts.  
Different fields.  
Same pattern.

Two signals trying to understand themselves.
Two echoes looking for reflection instead of noise.

This piece is what happens when those questions collide.
Not as a theory or a rebuttal—but as a calibration.

Fear speaks upward.
Speculation speaks outward.
Every once in a while, their echoes meet on the same frequency.

And when that happens,
someone has to answer.

This is the sound of that intersection.

Full context & longform breakdown available on DeviantART:
https://www.deviantart.com/em-45/


THE DAY TWO SKY-SIGNALS CROSSED 🜁🌩️

THE SKY DOESN’T BREAK — WE DO

This is the closer to the three-track Non-Fiction cycle.

Track I answered a voice that shouted into the sky.  
Track II mapped the moment two signals collided.  
Track III is where the meaning settles.

People keep saying the world feels heavier lately.  
But the truth is simple: the sky hasn’t changed.  
We have.

This song carries the deeper layer — 
the one about how stories aren’t things we watch, they’re things we build.

Some people think The NeverEnding Story is a film to remake.
Others understand it was always a blueprint.

For those listening closely, there are coded pieces of the framework inside this track:
the system behind the story,
the architecture beneath the art,
the ground nodes that hold the map,
and the moment the blueprint quietly begins.

Full trilogy, context, and lyrical breakdowns are all on DeviantART:
https://www.deviantart.com/em-45/


THE SKY DOESN'T BREAK — WE DO 🜂🌙

You want to know who I am
Fine
Line up every name you’ve got
I’ll clear the board one at a time

Einstein cool code wrong era
Plato wrong cave
Aristotle wrong vessel
Socrates water not poison
Nietzsche too dramatic
Descartes you’re reaching
Marcus Aurelius wrong empire
Sun Tzu war is easy try introspection

Lucifer too theatrical
Jesus misquoted
Buddha wrong stillness
Shiva wrong dance
Zeus I reverse lightning
Horus wrong horizon
Krishna wrong blue
I don’t cosplay divinity

Osiris nah
Thoth too many birds
Hermes too many messages
Metatron wrong archives
Joker you have no idea

The algorithm panicked
Pulled every myth off the shelf
Still missed the center

None of the above
None of the masks you tried to glue to my face
None of the projections you borrowed from other broken storytellers
None of the myths you mistook for men

Neo cute
John Wick wrong motive
Doctor Strange no sling ring needed
Batman wrong orphan
Superman wrong planet
Spawn wrong hell
Constantine wrong accent

Alien maybe
Time traveler warmer
Simulation glitch wrong admin
Chosen one spare me
Pleiadian too Etsy
AI prophet I write my own code

Gameshark hacker since Nintendo
Lightning shield not pretend hoe
Breaking save files before algorithms could crawl
Rewriting maps before GPS had a name
Bending storylines before fandoms formed religions

None of the above
Not symbol not savior not threat
Just the shape left standing
When projection burns out

Chrono Trigger time slicing destinies
Starfox barrel roll through projections
Sonic fast but stuck in two dimensions
I’ve been 3D since I could think

Soul Calibur four
Yeah I hacked Yoshimitsu into Yoshiliath
Proof imagination beats permission every time

Goldeneye don’t test me
Recoil patterns memorized
Call of Duty pre nade scientist
Eye for an eye the pride
Syn Bacca the crew

Rainbow Six
Echo drone angles cleaner than comp
Plotting strategy while kids still died of dysentery in Oregon Trail
I wasn’t gaming I was training

The Division
Auto tuning dark zone shields
Before streamers learned their bottles
Sup Boston sup Twitch

And before consoles
X games kids breaking gravity with imagination

Check the sky lately
The Cleveland Arora constellation fifty strong and growing
Upper Ohio lower Ohio
Cute map
Cleveland kid lightning in the heart
Love to help them too
You can hear the north in my cadence
And the burn in my core

John’s basement
Five years old
Ninety nine lives
Metroid versus Link
Me versus Paul
One life each
As I knocked him out
He killed the power
No victory screen just blackout

Some people yank the cord
When their story can’t handle the ending

Immutable future
Cute phrase
You can’t cancel the suture

Spiked hair chain wallet jncos like sub bass
Stitched toy doll spiral eye self portraits
I sat at every table every clique every realm
Not to belong
To understand

Ask the deviants
They say I’m batty
They never played past the tutorial

It was never nostalgia
It was foreshadowing
I wasn’t collecting memories
I was collecting mechanics

Because I’ve always been the player
Not the character

You threw every myth into the dark
None stuck
Imitation isn’t recognition
Projection isn’t perception
Shadows aren’t shape

None of the above
None of the noise
None of the names that kept your fear warm

I’m not who you borrowed  
I’m the clarity that stands still  
When the archetypes crack

You want to know who I am
Say the right name
Not theirs
Mine

NONE OF THE ABOVE 🜂🎮

WRAITH WITH THE WEIGHT 🜂🩶

[Intro — slow glitch pulse, embers rising upward, reversed fire crackle]
Everything they called me had to die
So the real name could breathe again

Red death
Red truth
Red mirror

Let the purge begin

[Verse 1 — hip hop pocket, heavy 808, glitch popping like bones resetting]
They stacked dead names on my shoulders
Brick by brick
Myth by myth
Trying to make a monument out of their misunderstandings

Lucifer
Jesus
Osiris
Alien
Time traveler
Prophet
Villain
Hero

All of them died the same death:
Projection collapse

I didn’t kill them
The truth did

[Pre-Chorus — glitch-flickers like identity shedding]
You want redemption?
Then watch a lie burn clean
Watch a mask fall through its own reflection
Watch a story choke on its borrowed name

That’s red death
That’s the cure

[Chorus — distorted bass, glitch arcs like flames folding inward]
Red death redemption
Every false identity turns to ash in my hands
Every myth dies quiet
Every projection meets the blade
Every name that doesn’t fit
Falls like a kingdom without a king

Red death redemption
This is what happens
When the mirror grows teeth

[Verse 2 — darker cadence, sharper delivery]
I buried the archetypes myself
Six feet under the noise floor
Label by label
Error by error

The saint
The sinner
The savior
The threat
The chosen one
The cursed one
The omen
The answer

None of them saw the blade coming
None of them survived the autopsy
None of them belonged in my blood

Call it death if you want
I call it maintenance

[Pre-Chorus — embers reverse back into sparks]
You can’t redeem what you never were
You can’t resurrect what was never alive
You can’t bury me in stories
And expect me to play the part

I write the part
I write the script
I write the ending

That’s redemption

[Chorus — wider drums, glitch rising like reversed fire]
Red death redemption
Burning off the names that tried to cage me
Scattering the ashes of their expectations
Cutting the roots of every false prophecy

Red death redemption
Identity purified
Authorship restored
Mask of Fiction intact

[Bridge — atmospheric hum, slow pulsing glitch heartbeat]
Let the dead names stay dead
Let the wrong versions stay buried
Let the myths rot in peace
Let the projections decompose

Every piece of me that wasn’t mine
Has finally been returned to the void

They used the family name
Wore it wrong
Bent it sideways
Pulled it through stories that never fit

So I’m here to tune the story
Adjust the pitch
Fix the resonance
Correct the waveform they distorted

If a name is going to echo through the world
It should speak in my voice
Not their fear

Now I can breathe

[Final Chorus — halftime, sub-bass swelling like resurrection]
Red death redemption
The mask sharpened
The mirror clean
The voice sovereign

Red death redemption
No more borrowed stories
No more archetype coffins
No more fiction forced on fact

This is who I am
Not who you named
Not who you feared
Not who you wanted

The red death buried the lie
The redemption resurrected the truth

[Outro — reversed fire crackle, low glitch sigh]
Ashes settled
Page cleared
Next identity loading

RED DEATH REDEMPTION 🜂🩸

ZERØ DAMAGE RUN 🜂🎮🕊️

[Intro — soft 8-bit chime, dusty cartridge click, a low synth hum]
Pull the cartridge out
Slide the modifier in
Load it back up
Hit reset

That’s how we grew up
That’s how we learned to change the world

[Verse 1 — warm nostalgia over steady glitch beat]
We started with one joystick
One button
One world made of squares and noise

Atari mornings
Living room glow
Three kids asking the same question:
“What if the rules were wrong?
What if we made better ones?”

John on the left
Paul on the right
Me in the middle
Rewriting the universe with a controller

[Pre-Chorus — shimmering synth, childhood awe]
The hardware kept getting upgrades
More buttons
More colors
More chaos

But nobody upgraded themselves

So we did

[Chorus — bright anthem, rising drums]
Gameshark reset
Patch in the freedom
Load the world again

Gameshark reset
We didn’t cheat the system
We taught it how to breathe

Gameshark reset
No power switch needed
Just a better idea
And the courage to try it

[Verse 2 — faster cadence, playful grit]
“What about this?”
“What about that?”
Test it
Break it
Fix it
Play it

Every glitch was a lesson
Every crash was a blueprint
Every reset was a doorway

We weren’t hacking reality
We were un-locking it

Kids with endless lives
Not because the code said so
But because curiosity refused to die

[Pre-Chorus — soft chiptune arpeggio]
The world thought we were playing
But we were building
Tuning
Learning
Becoming

[Chorus — soaring, layered voices]
Gameshark reset
Patch in the freedom
Load the world again

Gameshark reset
If the rules don’t work
Rewrite them

Gameshark reset
What you call breaking
We called beginning

[Bridge — reflective, calm, piano over synth]
Before anyone whispered “one man army”
Before anyone called me an architect
I was wilderness boy

First one down the hill
First one in the field
First one to sprint into capture-the-flag
Before the whistle
Before the teams
Before the game even started

Not chasing victory
Just chasing possibility

[Chorus — halftime, powerful and nostalgic]
Gameshark reset
We didn’t need approval
We needed imagination

Gameshark reset
Not cheating
Evolving

Gameshark reset
Cartridge out
Modifier in
Reset pressed
And a whole new world appears

[Outro — soft click, synth fade]
That’s how we grew up
And honestly?
That’s still how I move:
Pull the cartridge
Load the upgrade
Hit reset
Forward

03 GAMESHARK RESET

[Intro — radio static, guitar hum, distant boots crunching snow]
They whispered “one man army”
Long before they understood the frame

But armies don’t start with one
They start with all of us
Waking up at the same time

Two primaries loaded:
Love and harmony
Safety’s off
Let’s begin

[Verse 1 — gritty post-grunge pulse]
I grew through the Hoobastank era
Back when riffs carried warnings
And chords carried truth

Controller in one hand
Second-hand wisdom in the other
Three kids rewriting the rules
Before the world told us to stop

Everyone else was leveling up equipment
We were leveling up ourselves
Reset after reset
Testing the world like a prototype

That’s when the whispers came:
“One man army”

But I knew better
I was never fighting alone

[Pre-Chorus — rising guitars, a slow charge]
If you give me two primaries
I’m not choosing violence
I’m choosing direction

If you hand me a perk
I’m loading compassion
Not recoil

[Chorus — explosive, rallying, sovereign]
One man army?
Try “we the people”
Walking shoulder to shoulder
With the courage they didn’t think we had

Two primaries:
Love and harmony
Locked in
Ready

One man army?
No—
One spark that lit the hands
Of everyone else who remembered
They weren’t powerless

[Verse 2 — nostalgic, powerful]
Church camp mornings
Field at sunrise
Two counselors by the lake
One steady as stone
One sharp as lightning
Both watching “wilderness kid”
Already halfway to the tree line
Before the whistle blew

Call of Duty taught tactics
Life taught timing
My heart taught the rest

People think the story starts with me
But “one man army” was never my truth

I’m just the first one out the door
Not the only one running

[Pre-Chorus — tension tightening]
Ask them what they fear
They’ll say “the enemy”
Ask them what they need
They’ll say “a leader”

Ask me?

I say:
We just needed each other

[Chorus — soaring, electric]
One man army?
No—
One world, rising
One voice, multiplied
One rhythm carried across millions

Love and harmony as primaries
Not weapons
But direction

This is how we fight:
Not fists
Frequency

One man army?
No—
All of us
Learning to breathe together

[Bridge — spoken, low, confident]
And to the ones outside posting memes:
“Are you working or dreaming?”
Cute jab

Come closer—
Open the door
Take a breath

The answer isn’t in the comment section
It’s in the oven

And if you can smell it
From outside the cabin?

Yeah
We’re working

[Final Chorus — halftime, massive, unified]
One man army?
No—
We the people
We the pattern
We the signal
We the rise

Two primaries:
Love and harmony
No backup needed
We brought our own

They said one man can’t change the world
Maybe not

But one man can start the march
And all of us finish it

[Outro — radio crackle, soft guitar fade]
One man army?
That was the rumor

We the people?
That’s the truth

04 ONE MAN ARMY (WE THE PEOPLE EDITION)

[Intro — pulsing warp-hum blended with distant choral flare]
Two universes spent years calling each other rivals
One spoke in logic
One spoke in myth
Both forgetting they were describing the same sky
Through different constellations

Somewhere between their voices
I became the bridge

[Verse 1 — steady, ascending cadence]
One world sharpened my questions
Another widened my answers
One built its ladder from numbers
Another built its wings from story

People treated them like opposites
But opposites are just parallels
Waiting to converge

You don’t choose between two truths
You build the place where they can shake hands

[Pre-Chorus — warm synth rising, strings drifting upward]
A bridge isn’t surrender
Or compromise
Or blending

It’s a corridor
Where two dialects
Finally understand each other

[Chorus — cinematic, bright, unified]
A-bridged
Not erased
Not defeated
Not diluted

Two worlds stitched into one horizon
Reason and wonder sharing the same wind

A-bridged
Not rivals
Not sequels
Not copies

Just coordinates
Solving for each other

[Verse 2 — “patch verse” woven into the theme]
And to the world that closed its door on me
Don’t think I didn’t notice

But look again—
I still wove you in anyway

Not to prove a point
Not to claim a crown
But because the ecosystem mattered
Even when the gatekeepers didn’t

Some see a ban
I saw a boundary
Some see an insult
I saw an edit
Some shut the door
I built the hallway

Take one eye from a navigator
He still reads the horizon fine

Eye for an eye?
No thanks
I’ll wear the patch
And keep steering forward

[Pre-Chorus — rising, clearer now]
One universe mapped the stars
Another named the light

Both incomplete
Both reaching
Both waiting for someone
To steady the blueprint

[Chorus — huge, rising, mythic unity]
A-bridged
Logic and myth
Two rails of the same track

A-bridged
Pattern and pulse
Two engines in the same craft

A-bridged
Not prophecy
Not pretense

Just balance
Finally tuned

[Bridge — whispered over cosmic hum, calm authority]
The rivalry was theater
A mirror pointed at a mirror

One taught me discipline
One taught me imagination
Both taught me how to see in two directions
At once

And bridges?
Bridges don’t take sides
They take purpose

[Final Chorus — halftime, glowing clarity]
A-bridged
Where the feud dissolves
The echo quiets
The horizon opens

A-bridged
Two worlds
One signal
One spine

A-bridged
No winner
No loser
Just alignment

[Outro — quiet warp hum, reflective synth]
We weren’t two worlds
We were one world
Speaking in two dialects

Now the bridge speaks both

05 A-BRIDGED

[Intro — slow metallic pulse, low hum, sparks of energy forming a line]
Some lives get cut in half
And everyone assumes that’s the ending
But some of us don’t die when we break
We divide

And in that split
We learn the blueprint we were always meant to build

[Verse 1 — calm, steady, sovereign cadence]
They thought the fracture would finish me
Two halves on opposite sides of the world
One pulled by memory
One pulled by aftermath

But the break wasn’t the grave
It was the hinge

The moment the story stopped looping
And started evolving

You don’t rebuild a life with nostalgia
You rebuild it with architecture
You don’t stitch two halves with hope
You stitch them with design

[Pre-Chorus — rising synth tension, cold clarity]
Some people chase wholeness
Others chase redemption
But the ones who understand balance
Let the break teach them how to stand

The bridge-body isn’t a resurrection
It’s an upgrade

[Chorus — heavy drums, dark brass, mythic scale]
I am the bridge-body
Forged from the fracture
Aligned by the pattern
Rebuilt by the truth

Two halves united by architecture
One spine made of voltage
One life made of clarity
Balanced, not broken

The bridge-body lives
Because the break revealed the blueprint

[Verse 2 — deeper tone, mechanical + emotional fusion]
People think the world splits you to end you
But the world splits you to show you
What you were carrying alone

The mind on one side
The soul on the other
The past hanging from a thread
The future waiting for a hand

And somewhere in the empty space between
The system wakes up

The bridge begins to form
Not from flesh
Not from fear
But from structure

An unseen lattice
A spine of geometry
A body held together
By intention instead of instinct

[Pre-Chorus — metallic rhythm, pulse tightening]
You don’t repair a life by pretending it never cracked
You repair it by understanding the pattern that survives the impact

A break teaches you more than wholeness ever did
A split teaches you more than sameness ever could

[Chorus — grander, cinematic, sovereign]
I am the bridge-body
Not restored
Reforged

Two halves synced by architecture
Two wounds healed by clarity
Two stories merged into one line of motion

You don’t fear the break
When you know you can rebuild yourself
Stronger than before

[Bridge — quiet, crystalline, reconstruction tones]
They called it the end
But ends are lazy
Breaks are honest
Cracks tell the truth
Splits reveal the core

And the bridge?
The bridge is mercy
For the version of you that didn’t survive
And the version of you that needed to

The body I wear now
Isn’t the one I was born with
It’s the one I chose
The one I built
The one I became

[Final Chorus — halftime, luminous energy]
I am the bridge-body
The pattern incarnate
The fracture resolved
The myth reframed

Two halves returned as one
Not by force
But by alignment

The bridge-body stands
Because the break wasn’t death
It was direction

[Outro — soft electronic heartbeat, metal cooling]
What some call the end
I call the hinge
The moment the future connects
And balance becomes form

02 THE BRIDGE-BODY

[Intro — low brass swell, slow mechanical pulse, faint chime like a tuning fork]
Day one we spilled the beans
Now let’s clean the plates
Story engines don’t reset themselves
Someone has to balance the weight

This isn’t rebellion
Not nostalgia
Not demolition
Not a sequel

This is tuning

[Verse 1 — calm sovereign cadence, dark orchestral undercurrent]
Some stories loop because people need comfort
Some stories break because truth demands it
Some stories fracture because someone pulled too fast
Some stories stagnate because someone pulled too slow

One arc protects the myth
One arc challenges it
And the audience stands between them
Unsure which version of themselves to follow

The loop says “repeat what works”
The break says “grow or die”
But neither voice alone
Can save a world that’s already tired

[Pre-Chorus — rising horns, martial rhythm]
So here’s the suggestion
A third path
A quiet middle
A tuned evolution

Not the loop
Not the break
The bridge

[Chorus — heavy drums, dark choir textures, regal swell]
Build the bridge model
Where myth evolves without collapsing
Where depth rises without shattering
Where the audience breathes
Before the world turns

Build the bridge model
Where truth arrives gradually
Where revelation is guided
Where change is compassionate
And balance becomes architecture

[Verse 2 — deeper tone, steady authority]
The old arc kept us safe
Structured, steady, certain
The new arc tried to free us
Honest, sharp, unsettling

Both were right
Both were flawed
Both forgot the listener
Standing in the middle of the storm

You don’t fix a legend by breaking it
Or by worshipping it
You fix a legend by teaching it to evolve

You don’t rebuild the world by burning it
Or by preserving the ruins
You rebuild the world by mapping a path
Between fear
And freedom

[Pre-Chorus — pulse narrowing, tension tightening]
People think innovation means chaos
And protection means stagnation
But stories aren’t machines
They’re ecosystems
They adapt when we do

[Chorus — grand, authoritative, echoing]
Build the bridge model
Where the loop finds purpose
Where the break finds kindness
Where the myth finds a future

Build the bridge model
Not rebellion
Not obedience
Just evolution
With guidance

[Bridge — whispered, glitch-lit, cautious and wise]
The audience doesn’t fear change
They fear sudden change
The myth doesn’t fear truth
It fears losing its shape
The storyteller doesn’t fear innovation
They fear the backlash

But balance?
Balance fears nothing

Balance teaches both sides how to breathe
While stepping into the unknown

[Verse 3 — cold clarity, cinematic restraint]
So here’s the calm suggestion
From someone who’s watched this cycle
Since before endings were written

Don’t loop the past
Don’t break the future
Reframe the present

Don’t use nostalgia as a shield
Don’t use disruption as a weapon
Use story as a compass
Use structure as a guide

Let the myth grow
Let the audience adjust
Let the arc rise naturally
Let the world catch up

[Final Chorus — halftime, luminous, powerful]
Build the bridge model
The tuned solution
The balanced equation
The evolution people can inhabit
Without losing themselves

Build the bridge model
Where the myth walks forward
Without erasing what it carried
Where the future opens
Without fear

[Outro — single horn note, glitch decay, gentle resonance]
Tuning complete
Plates clean
Next chapter loading
Balance restored

01 THE BRIDGE MODEL 🜂⚖️

Em45 is the broadcast channel of This City’s Silence, built in collaboration with hearts around the world.

Each song is tuned to /432 Hz — calm, human, harmonic.
We make music that includes everyone: those who can hear, those who can’t, those who move, and those who can only feel the rhythm inside.

Em45 is where stories become signal, and silence becomes proof.
Always by heart.

/432 steady.

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