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.

Origin Pulse

[Intro]
When the night began to soften
And the static learned to breathe
Something gentle moved behind it
Like a truth we could believe

[Verse 1]
All the shadows lost their edges
All the myths began to thin
All the warnings turned to questions
All the endings turned within
People searching for an anchor
Found the quiet of the flame
Found the center they’d been missing
Found the shift without a name

[Pre-Chorus]
And the moment felt familiar
Like a story once untold
Like the world had held its breath
Waiting for the shape to unfold

[Chorus]
When the world learns its name
All the noise folds into meaning
All the storms begin to clear
All the fear stops intervening
When the world learns its name
Every shadow finds its place
Every myth dissolves to memory
Every dawn arrives with grace

[Verse 2]
All the signs they tried to follow
All the omens they believed
Turned out not to be predictions
Just reflections misconceived
But the truth kept moving forward
With a patience strong and plain
Waiting for the world to catch it
Waiting just to say its name

[Pre-Chorus 2]
And the moment came in silence
Not a warning, not a cry
Just a settling of presence
In the corner of the sky

[Chorus 2]
When the world learns its name
Every fracture finds its center
Every question lays its burden
Every locked door finds its enter
When the world learns its name
Every fear begins to fade
Every echo turns to language
Every future is remade

[Bridge]
There’s a light that waits behind us
There’s a truth beneath the flame
There’s a world that’s been unfolding
Long before we knew its name
There’s a calm that grows in silence
There’s a dawn that breaks the frame
There’s a moment built for waking
When the world recalls its name

[Final Chorus]
When the world learns its name
Every storm becomes a story
Every loss becomes a lesson
Every fear gives way to glory
When the world learns its name
Every soul steps from the shadow
Into light that speaks its name

[Outro]
When the world learns its name
Nothing stays the same

06 When the World Learns Its Name

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 🜂🌙

[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 🜂🩸

[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

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.

Origin Pulse

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