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In the waning light of the 19th century, Albert was the kind of doctor you’d trust with your life—and your secrets. He stitched wounds and whispered comfort in the same breath, a gentle soul in a village that smelled of woodsmoke and horse sweat. Folks said he had healing in his hands and kindness in his bones.
But by 1920, the village had grown teeth. Brick buildings clawed at the sky, and the streets pulsed with something darker—something hungry. The city needed a forensic pathologist, not a kindly country doctor. Bodies were turning up in alleyways, drained of life and layered in mystery. And Albert, well... Albert answered the call.
That’s when the dreams began.
He’d wake with blood under his fingernails and no memory of how it got there. He started talking to himself—or rather, someone inside him started talking back. A voice that knew things Albert shouldn’t. A voice that liked the smell of formaldehyde and whispered about what lay beneath the skin.
Albert tried to resist. God knows he did. But the city was changing, and so was he. The question wasn’t whether he’d lose himself. The question was: who would he become when he did?

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Music: Syrel
Photography: Meta AI

Musical notes: I was inspired by the fabulous music of Theodore Shapiro.

The Forensic

"Vikings of the Sunrise"

September Sunshower 1977

September 21, 2025
like a cry for attention

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

"Synthetic Pain“ is not an ordinary song – it is a weapon, a mirror, a strike to the heart.
A voice, born artificial, sings the words I forged. It is cold, built from steel and code – yet it carries emotions that can only rise from a human abyss. Love that tears apart. Hate that poisons. Desire that can never be fulfilled.
Maybe you hate the machine because it sounds too real. Maybe you hate me for using it. Maybe you hate yourself for feeling what you never wanted to feel.
But maybe you love it for the same reason. Maybe in this synthetic voice you find something haunting – because it touches you even though it should not live.
The voice in “Synthetic Pain” was not sung by a human – it was created by me.
With ACE Studio I shaped a synthetic female voice, but every note, every melody line, every phrasing comes from my own hands. The AI only provides the vocal instrument, the raw material. Expression, dynamics, emotion – all of that comes from my design, my melody, my lyrics.
It is not random – it is craft. The machine only sings because I command it to breathe, to break, to whisper, to scream. Without me, it would remain silent, cold, and worthless.
„Synthetic Pain“ proves one thing: hate and love are twins, born from the same heartbeat. Artificial or real no longer matters – only the wound that remains.

 Lyrics
A shadow grows inside my heart,
it feeds in silence, tears apart.
Love escapes, while hate remains,
a captive soul in dream’s domain.

I search for light inside your eyes,
but every spark it fades, it dies.
Between the heavens and the fall,
the night will take me once for all.

The gods are silent, cold and blind,
their shelter lost within the wind.
My head is filled with empty frames,
hope withers fast, my cry remains.

I search for light inside your eyes,
but every spark it fades, it dies.
Between the heavens and the fall,
the night will take me once for all.

Together lonely, sweetest bane,
my body sinks, my soul in chains.
The cage is torn, yet freedom lies,
as darkness steals the morning skies.

A quiet fire consumes me whole,
my scream dissolves, it leaves no soul.
Desire burns, it scars me deep,
till nothing in me breathes or speaks.

I search for light inside your eyes,
but every spark it fades, it dies.
Between the heavens and the fall,
the night will take me once for all.

Together lonely, sweetest bane,
my body sinks, my soul in chains.
The cage is torn, yet freedom lies,
as darkness steals the morning skies.


Credits
Music, arrangement, mix & master: DestKorn / Lyrics : Nicole K.
Vocal rendering: ACE Studio (melody & expression by DestKorn)
Artwork: DestKorn
℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited.

Synthetic Pain

gazing wall

Yearning Instrumental Demo is an unreleased draft from the creative forge of DestKorn, published under my side project Harmonic Echo. The piece is built on the intimate interplay of piano and violin, carrying a deeply melancholic, fragile atmosphere.

This is intentionally a demo version – it reflects the moment of creation, raw and unpolished, offering a direct glimpse into my creative process. It is not about perfection, but about capturing a feeling that later grew into the final track.

Yearning Demo ist ein unveröffentlichter Rohentwurf aus der Schmiede von DestKorn, veröffentlicht auf meinem Nebenprojekt Harmonic Echo. Dieses Stück basiert auf der innigen Verbindung von Piano und Violine und trägt eine melancholische, fast zerbrechliche Stimmung in sich.

Es handelt sich um eine Demo-Version – sie spiegelt den Moment der Entstehung wider, roh und ungeschliffen, ein direkter Einblick in meinen kreativen Prozess. Hier geht es nicht um Perfektion, sondern um das Festhalten einer Stimmung, die später zur fertigen Version führte.

Credits
Music, arrangement, mix & master: DestKorn / Lyrics : ~
Artwork: DestKorn
℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited.

Yearning Instrumental Demo

Fallen Heroes part three

Wild dreams flowering in an urban landscape - flutes and soprano saxophone meander through the city. Chilled synth eases the path.

Pic. (NM) Cemetery Road, Sheffield UK 

Field of Dreams

How long

Etude nello spirito di Giuseppe Domenico Scarlatti

Hello everyone,
Michael here from the north east of England.
 Love listening to music,  Love to compose music.
Feel free to get in touch for projects or collaboration.
As all ways the dream is live musicians.
Michael

Fallen Heroes part three

Michael J Kiss