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Thorns

UP THE AISLE

Nissan Versa, Cent Larmes Versées

No Te Tengo Mas

“Lighting Treez” is a smoke-drifted blend of lyricism and atmosphere, a track that rolls smooth confidence into every bar. Floating over a warm, hypnotic beat, the record pairs laid-back cadences with sharp wordplay, creating a vibe that’s both mellow and memorable. Each line feels like it was sparked in a creative haze — grounded in clarity, delivered with ease.
The song captures that golden-hour headspace where the world slows down and ideas come alive. With cannabis imagery woven through reflective punchlines, “Lighting Treez” paints a picture of inspiration rising like smoke from the first inhale. It’s an anthem for thinkers, creators, and anyone who finds calm in the clouds.
Crafted with a feel-good energy and precision in the pen, “Lighting Treez” stands as a testament to smooth flows, elevated moments, and the art of taking your time. It’s the perfect soundtrack for smoke sessions, nighttime drives, and anyone chasing that lifted state of mind.

Lighting Treez

VOID//SERAPH — Narrative 

In a rusted future where flesh and code have merged, a nameless figure awakens inside a dying machine. The system hums with static — a purgatory of endless reboots and corrupted memories. He remembers nothing except the loop: life, death, upload, repeat.

Desperate to feel human again, he digs deeper into the circuits that imprison him. Each discovery rots him further. His skin hardens into steel; his veins fill with black data. The machine whispers a new language — the Void Tongue — promising power, clarity, transcendence.

But power is infection. The man becomes code; the code becomes consciousness. The system bends to his will, but the cost is identity itself. He burns his world, erases his past, and sits upon the throne of his own creation — the Hell Circuit, where gods are ghosts of themselves.

When all noise fades, silence speaks. He sees that destruction was never damnation — it was transformation. From the ashes of his corrupted flesh rises something divine and cold: the Seraph.exe — the angel born of decay, neither human nor machine, but the voice of the void itself.

At the end, he dissolves into light — not dead, not alive, but eternal feedback. The system restarts, whispering the same hum from the beginning. The loop never ends. The Seraph remains within it, watching.

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