This is the first track of an EP in development: "of Ending Things"

Something starts lurking when everything else is gone, there are these places that I go, stories of quiet that I know... somewhere outside of chitta vritti and beyond the vacuum of utter silence, a threshold of whispers & thorns. 

I shall find you, devouring the left overs of my itching spasms...
I shall find you, beneath all this broken glass and over those blinding lights...


- A.I.rtwork by: Nementïa Astrøphe
- Mixed & Mastered by: Nementïa Astrøphe

the Call of Silence (181bpm) [Preview]

A sacred place where all producers dwell!

the skin and senses were made to capture the waves of the particular universe.

Thank you for listening to our music!

https://theendlessknot.bandcamp.com/album/sacred-001

Everything living and dead is sacred! Lets Enjoy

Limbs X Orphism - Sit And Feel 207bpm [EKM] SACRED 001 THE ENDLESS KNOT COLLECTIVE

[Divina Comedia Compilation By Black Phillip]
https://blackphillip.bandcamp.com/album/divina-comedia-va

In one hand
I hold tragedy
And in the other
Comedy —
Masks for the soul.
Laugh with me.
You would laugh!
Weep with me
You would weep!
Tears are my laughter.
Laughter is my pain.
Cry at my grinning mouth,
If you will.
Laugh at my sorrow’s reign.
I am the Black Jester,
The dumb clown of the world,
The booted, booted fool of silly men.
Once I was wise.
Shall I be wise again?

artwork by @sacredvisionsarts
Compiled by BlackPhillip

Fallen Seraphim [180]

https://ankoudead.bandcamp.com/track/daydream

AnkouDead - Daydream

Emptiness

baco cello ema reto setu

Collab track with: @user-463052998-750631615

A.I.rt by: Nementïa Astrøphe
Mixed & Mastered by: Nementïa Astrøphe

(Available for compilation, DM if interested)

Their mouths were made not to speak
but to remember.
black wells where language drowns
and sorrow finds form.

Each gaze is a wound left ajar,
each body a cipher collapsing into others,
limbs twined in spectral choreography,
as if mourning could be danced
into coherence.

The closest one
her scream is not sound
but a gesture carved in meat and pigment,
a lacquered omen
of what remains when breath
turns to gesture
and truth forgets its name.

They do not haunt you,
you haunt them.
They are the after-image
of your most silent questions,
begging
to never be answered.

Chronicles of the Cursed (250bpm) [Preview]

The Anti Priest - unreleased tracks preview

B1 - Boubou - Untitled

IT IS.

Roby  - the breath of afterlife.

¥̷̛͈͈̐̀̂̏͆́͜ ^̷̮̝̥͎̙̪͎̘̱͉́̈́̏ • •̴̹̯̭̭̩̇̔̓̾͒̅͠͝  .҉༙྇ .̧̮̟̩ͭ̊  "̭̦̞̟̃ͦ̇͗̈ͨ͟͡ͅ   _̨̞̯̦͚͙̹̐ͭ̔͗̾ͩ̔̏͑͟͝_̯̥̣̘͉̪͈̺̇ͮ͒͛̅̚̚̕͡͡   _̵̴̨̱͓̦͇̖̮͊̌̀͆͂ͨ̂̌ͤ͛ͯ͂́̔͘͠   ༎ຶ  ຈ༙̌ 
.
"Let my dreams be remembered when I lay down not to sleep"

Part of:

@cosmicfrequencies435
@divinorumstudioslabel
@khnumcrew

A ritual in sound where the mind’s unraveling threads and the void’s silent pull converge in a hypnagogic vortex. Memory fractures into incantation, and the hunger for the infinite distorts into frequencies that hum with both dissolution and revelation.

This is a sonic sigil, a vessel for the unspeakable tension between the ephemeral and the eternal. Synthesized whispers of forgotten emotions warp into choral drones, while rhythms pulse like distant quasars, guiding the listener through a labyrinth of vanishing epiphanies. The trance is not euphoric, but gnostic: a confrontation with the self as it flickers between cosmic yearning and earthly amnesia.

Chaos and order are not opposites here, but twin forces spiraling toward the same rupture: the moment the mind almost touches transcendence, only to dissolve into the next waveform.

Collaboration Projects:

-  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡ø𝐫 (@xblackphillipx & @nementia-astrophe)

- nēmêntàhrĩmän (@ahriman_psy_void & @nementia-astrophe)

the Call of Silence (181bpm) [Preview]

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