It’s still the same pulse, just wearing a softer skin. This one doesn’t shout. It skips, it sparkles, it feels. Sometimes the biggest changes come wrapped in something small, sweet, and sudden. Like a first breath with lip gloss on.

A vision carved in light and fire.
This song speaks of a future not yet written, but already waiting. A world that could be whole, if we choose to open our eyes and build it. It’s a call beyond time, a reminder that we are not separate, not broken, not doomed, unless we forget who we truly are.

With power and clarity, it reaches through noise and fear, naming the things that matter: unity, purpose, and the will to rise beyond the illusions that divide us. The voice is urgent, but not desperate. It believes.

We are part of something greater. We carry the flame. And the legacy we leave is still ours to shape.

Legacy

A song shaped by creation itself.
This piece traces the arc of existence, from the first burst of light to the silent complexity of the present. Whether born from a divine will or an explosion of energy, the universe began with sound, with movement, with resonance.

Each passage carries the echo of stars being born, galaxies stretching across darkness, and life awakening on a quiet planet full of wonder and contradiction.
It’s not just a story. it’s a symphony still unfolding.

We are not separate from it. We are part of its rhythm, written in light.

Symphony of light

A lament for a world erased in silence.
This track reflects on the end of an era, when giants vanished and the sky burned with final light. With a raw, lo-fi texture and a melancholic pulse, it captures the moment when nature resets without warning, and history dissolves into dust.

It’s not just about extinction. It’s about the mystery of endings, the quiet aftermath, and the weight of beauty lost forever.

No roars. No remains. No dinosaurs left to cry.

No dinasours left to cry

No dinosaurs left to cry

A quieter descent into extinction.
This version strips the original to its emotional core. Softer, slower, and more reflective. With a cleaner sound and fewer layers, it lets the silence speak louder, letting each word fall like ash from the sky.

It’s the same story told through stillness. No fire, no fury. Just the weight of what’s been lost… and the echo of a world that never got to say goodbye.

No dinosaurs left to cry (Sorrow Version)

A wild chase wrapped in charm, rhythm, and delusion.
This track is playful, obsessive, and strangely sincere. The sound of someone convinced they’re only one step away from catching the impossible. Gritty groove meets romantic fantasy, bouncing between desire and chaos like a late-night dance nobody wants to end.

With crazy hooks, twisted declarations, and bursts of humor, it walks the line between seduction and madness because some loves aren’t unreachable… 

Just dangerously close. Ha, ha, ha!

Nigh

Nigh Uncatchable

A lighter, cheekier take on the original. Shorter, brighter, and laced with playful obsession.
This version leans into the chase with a wink, where charm and chaos hold hands and dance in circles. It’s not about catching anything... it’s about enjoying the ridiculous hope that maybe, just maybe, the uncatchable might pause and look back.

Half fantasy, half flirtation — still impossible. Still worth it.

Nigh (Jordan Joy Version)

A lighter take on the original spark: Same pulse, new color.
This version trades the epic storm for something warmer, more human. It’s the same moment of ignition, but now wrapped in pink skies, nervous smiles, and an open heart chasing its first rush.

The rhythm moves with ease, letting the melody breathe and the words glow softer. It’s still about change, still about the fire… but this time, with sweetness in the burn.

The first pulse came. And it came dancing.

First Pulse (Nigh Version)

A portrait of chaos, desire, and collapse — wrapped in lipstick, regret, and raw emotion.
This track dives into the emotional extremes of someone who loves like a storm and lives like a fuse. It’s not about judgment — it’s about witnessing the whirlwind up close, feeling its warmth, its danger, and its deep, unbearable need to be seen.

Gritty, seductive, and devastating, it moves through moments of lust, confusion, self-destruction, and impossible tenderness. A love song written from inside the explosion.

She’s not looking for rescue. She is the fire.

Mrs. Borderline

A song about the slow collapse that comes after too much love, too much waiting, and too many ghosts.
This track follows a woman who carries her wounds like perfume — who walks through the ruins of what once was passion, now turned to ash.

There’s no self-pity here. Only silence, fragments, and the echo of names she never meant to forget. Her journey isn't toward someone else. It’s through what’s been left behind.

She walks in ruins. But she walks.

She walks in ruins

She doesn’t knock. She kicks the door in.
This track captures the overwhelming chaos of a heart in overdrive — spinning through love, rage, pleasure and collapse at once. There’s no pause, no peace, only raw emotion hitting in waves too fast to name.

Every line is a trigger. Every beat feels like a rush. She’s not telling her story — she’s burning through it in real time.

Too much. Too fast. And yet, somehow… not enough.

Mrs. Borderline (BPD Version)

Eventstellar is a rock band.

Known for their evocative melodies and introspective, deeply passionate and cosmic lyricism. Playing numinous music underpinned by a strong philosophy. Their sound spans the spectrum of emotions—from aggressive and intense to blissful and serene.

Blending ethereal elements of rock and pop, Eventstellar delivers a musical experience inspired by the vastness of the cosmos and the mysteries of the universe.

Jessen Einheimur – Vocals and Guitar
Jon Gilmour – Guitar and Keyboards
Eoin Belfield – Bass Guitar
Nevan Lochlann – Drums and Percussion

First Pulse (Nigh Version)

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