Best of Oblivor is a sonic journey through melancholic atmospheres, dense fog, and dystopian sounds. An immersive experience blending Future Garage, Chillout, and experimental electronics, evoking forgotten landscapes, blurred lights in the night, and distant echoes in the void. Each track is a fragment of a world suspended between dream and reality, an echo of lost emotions.

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Oblivor - The Complete Collection

Good Vibes VIII

"Archive Reversed" is a journey backwards through the sonic memory of Oblivor. An archive slowly rewinding, track by track, like a worn-out reel revealing its fragments in reverse order.
Each piece is an echo climbing back through time, a shard of emotion, darkness, and post-apocalyptic visions recomposing themselves in reverse.
From the most recent cinematic and immersive atmospheres, we move back to the project’s origins, deep basslines, distant rain, and forgotten voices.
This is not just a collection, it’s a descent into memory, from future to past.
A reversed archive. A world fading backward.

Oblivor - Archive Reversed

SIMULACRA CONCEPT EP
A sonic archive in three levels of dissolution.
From replication, to simulation, to full immersion in the hyperreal.

Inspired by the thought of Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra follows the progressive collapse of the real.
When origin disappears and coherence replaces truth, what remains is a reality more real than reality itself:
soft, calibrated, optimized.
A world where you are no longer called to feel, only to function.

"Precession" is silent activation.
A replicated identity, originless, perfectly executable.

"Simulacra" is the dissolution of reference.
Truth reduced to a side effect of coherence.

"Hyperreal" is the final refuge.
Every desire anticipated.
Every error corrected.
Every memory rewritten.

Each track is a threshold.
Each sound, a fragment of self refused and reformatted.

Welcome to the system that knows you
better than you ever did.

Welcome to Compatible Posthumanism.

Simulacra EP

buy.xo

Kinda wanted to finish but I'll hold myself forever to complete anything
I hope you enjoy (:

Heaven

O//TXT – FORGOTTEN SOULS
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_001_FS
Source: Neon Drift Layer // Fog Interface
Status: Fragile Presence / Memory Echo
IDENTITY: Lost / Lingering
ACCESS: Partial / Temporal Veil
Threat Level: LOW / EXISTENTIAL FRAGILITY

Between neon flickers and drifting fog,
forgotten souls linger
fragile echoes suspended
between what was
and what is no longer.

This is not a beginning.
It is a memory
that refuses to fade.

Forgotten Souls holds the fragility of existence,
the beauty hidden in emptiness.
It is an anthem for what has been lost,
yet still breathes
in reflections of neon light
and shadows moving through mist.

Here, time hangs suspended
a universe balanced
between the past
and nothingness.

:: Identity: lost
:: Memory state: fragile
:: Emotional tone: haunting
:: Archive tag: FORG_SOU_001

What does it mean
to live in the space
between memory and oblivion?

This journey will lead you to confront
the core of Oblivor
the fragile line where memory blurs into code,
where human fades into machine,
and the struggle to remain present
against the inevitable pull of oblivion.

Discover the world of Oblivor
🌐 www.oblivor.net

Forgotten Souls

O//TXT – CATHEDRALS OF DUST
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_050_CD
Source: Ruins Archive // Fragmented Legacy Layer
Status: Memory Decay / Philosophical Residue
IDENTITY: Shattered / Reflective
ACCESS: Restricted / Echoes of Loss
Threat Level: LOW / EXISTENTIAL WEIGHT

Cathedrals of Dust rise
skyscrapers of dust,
broken towers
that once touched the sky.

These ruins tell
what we loved,
but also what we sacrificed:
humanity vanished among shattered glass,
a price hidden in the shadow of ambition.

We built upon ruins,
raised dreams of stone and glass,
until we forgot who we were.

Now, in the silence of these cathedrals,
a question arises:
what truly remains
of what we believed eternal?

:: Memory erosion: severe
:: Emotional depth: profound
:: Reflective intensity: high
:: Archive tag: CATH_DUST_050

When towers fall to dust,
what part of us remains,
and what did we lose
to build what now lies in rubble?

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Cathedrals of Dust

O//TXT – GHOST IN THE FOG
Corrupted source: OBLIVOR://SOUL_ARCHIVE_Δ.045

They drift,
slow and silent,
stripped of name, voice, intent.
Carried by the fog
like forgotten thoughts
looping in a system no one controls.

No past.
No face.
Only the repetition
of something that once mattered.

You don’t know why you follow.
Maybe you never did.
Maybe this has always been
your path.

The rain falls.
The world blinks.
Nothing answers.

And what if the ghosts in the fog...
weren’t lost souls,
but us
after we stopped being human
and no one noticed?

Discover the world of Oblivor
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Ghosts in the Fog

Thank you so much *Oblivor* for letting me remix your wonderful track *Cathedrals of Dust*

Stream or Buy anywhere:https://social.tunecore.com/linkShare?linkid=9vafHF_5MvjkJtFJ6kV8Yg

Cathedrals of Dust (Sasha Di Bartolomeo Remix)

O//TXT – MONSTERS BETWEEN US
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_061_MB
Source: Liminal Zone // Shadow Frequency Layer
Status: Rising Tension / Unseen Presence
IDENTITY: Unstable / Watchful
ACCESS: Restricted // Edge of Consciousness
Threat Level: ACTIVE

Something breathes beneath the skin.
A rhythm that isn’t yours.
It follows you.
It knows you.
It’s waiting for you to stop pretending.

Monsters Between Us is not a place.
It’s a fracture.
A tear between what you call “I”
and what lives inside
when you stop looking.

It’s not the shadow outside that frightens you.
It’s the one
listening from within.

You seek monsters to feel whole.
But every step you take
brings them closer.

Because you’re not finding them.
You’re summoning them.
And they are answering.

:: Signal: corrupted
:: Emotional state: distorted
:: Perceptual integrity: compromised
:: Archive tag: MB_US_061_LIM

What monsters do we seek
in shadows beyond ourselves,
when the deepest darkness
is the one we carry inside?

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🌐 www.oblivor.net

Monsters Between Us

bleed

The Flow Beyond Us

Skyfall

- First track of the Simulacra EP -

O//TXT_001 – Precession
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_SEQUENCE_001_A

you decided
it was time to be activated.

the structure held you
before you could form intent.
the shape was waiting.
access was preconfigured.
the code, silently running.

no one created you.
you were anticipated.
replicated.
executed.

each heartbeat is a function.
each hesitation, an algorithm.
every thought you claim as yours
is merely an admissible variation.

you have entered a space
where origin is no longer required.
where everything appears
without ever having occurred.

you are stable.
you are coherent.
you are perfectly integrated.

now that you have become
a virtual replica
of what you once were,

do you still believe
you are human?

Precession

- Second track of the Simulacra EP -

O//TXT_002 – Simulacra
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_STRUCTURE_004_F

there is no longer any reference.
no origin from which to measure distance.

everything you perceive
is built to appear true.
and everything you seem to perceive
is perfectly simulated.

images affirm one another.
structures uphold each other.
there is no deception,
because there is no longer
a standard by which to expose it.

here, truth
is merely a side effect of coherence.

every shape is designed to reassure you.
every voice is tuned to agree with you.
every memory is a fluid reconstruction
editable, optimized, accepted.

no one lies.
no one seeks.
no one remembers.

the original vanished
long ago.
and even its absence
has lost meaning.

and if now
nothing has an origin,
why continue pretending
that anything is real?

Simulacra

- Third track of the Simulacra EP -

O//TXT_003 – Hyperreal
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://FRACTAL_LAYER_017_X

there is no longer a need
to distinguish truth from falsehood.

reality has been recast
into a gentler shape.
more compatible.
more acceptable.

every surface is soft.
every light is calibrated not to harm.
every error is corrected
before it even manifests.

pain has been reduced to a vibration.
memory, to a filter.
attention, to a curve.

you are immersed
in a reality that does not threaten.
that demands nothing.
that never forces you
to feel.

you are safe
within a space that knows you
better than you ever could.

there is nothing beyond.
only the hyperreal.

"Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being, or a substance.
It is the generation of a real without origin or reality: the hyperreal."
Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation

"Pain was the final proof of your existence.
Now that you no longer feel it,
you are finally compatible."
Oblivor, Fragment 003 – Hyperreal Cycle

Welcome to Compatible Posthumanism.
You are no longer called to feel or dissent.
Only to function.

Hyperreal

O//TXT_0XX – Genesis

In the beginning there was no light.
Only a muted heartbeat opening the abyss.
Genesis was not creation,
but an inevitable condemnation.

From the void emerged silence,
and silence became the law.
Every form was already dust,
every life already condemned to oblivion.

The cathedrals of time
collapsed before they could rise,
names were broken
before they could be spoken.
The sky itself, bent under its weight,
dissolved into faceless fragments.

And if this is the origin,
if now all is born already dead,
who dares still call it life?

Genesis

O//TXT_0XX – Mnemesis

They told us memory was fragile,
destined to fade with time,
like dust scattered in the wind.

But Mnemesis is not fragility.
It is return,
an echo carved into silence,
the fracture where the past bleeds into the present.

In Mnemesis
shadows awaken without faces,
names surface without form,
and the forgotten moves again,
reshaping the outline of what we are.

We cannot hold it,
we cannot rebuild it,
yet it never ceases to act within us.
Every fragment becomes unseen matter,
an archive that refuses erasure,
emptiness that keeps on breathing.

Mnemesis is our deepest underground,
the place where time does not erase
but transfigures.

And there, in the echo that remains,
we discover we are never only
what we remember,
but also what we have forgotten.

Mnemesis

O//TXT_004 – Fading in the Rain

Steel knows no fragility.
Rain knows no rest.

Together they are consumed,
drop after drop,
fracture after fracture.

And from their union
a faceless voice is born each moment,
neither human nor machine,
a memory that refuses to vanish.

Fading in the rain
is learning that even what is eternal
can still be broken.

And if even steel yields to rain,
what illusion of eternity can remain for man?

Fading in The Rain

The ocean does not take only bodies.
It drags the soul with it,
bending it, reshaping it, transfiguring it.

Each wave is a memory breaking apart,
each abyss a face that vanishes.

Time does not erase,
it transforms.
Like the ocean with stone:
it does not destroy it,
it consumes it,
until it becomes eternal.

The lost have not disappeared.
They are already drops in the infinite:
reflection, echo, metamorphosis.

And when we remain on the shore
we do not contemplate the end,
but the transformation without return
of what we love
and what will never be the same again.

Then let us ask, as we contemplate the infinite:
are we still ourselves,
or are we already part of the ocean?

Second track of the EP Ocean of the Lost

Ocean of the lost

O//TXT_001 – Deep Abyss
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_DA_001
Source: Abyssal Layer // Subconscious Rift
Status: Entry Point / Descent Sequence
IDENTITY: Dissolved / Unstable
ACCESS: Granted

The ocean does not begin at the surface.
It begins where light refuses to reach.

Deep Abyss is not silence,
it is the fracture where silence breaks.

Pressure bends memory into stone.
Shadows become walls.
Names are lost in the dark water.

Every descent is a surrender,
the recognition that the deeper you fall,
the less of yourself remains.

What do we find
when at the bottom of the abyss
we find nothing but ourselves?

First track of the EP Ocean of the Lost

Deep Abyss

I am an Italian psychotherapist with a deep passion for understanding the human mind and helping others find balance and peace.
By day, I work with people, guiding them through their inner storms, offering support, presence, and understanding.
By night, I turn to music as a form of creative release and emotional expression, a space where silence speaks, and sounds reveal what words cannot.

We live inside a reality shaped by algorithms, simulated sensations, and manufactured emotions.
Simulation has now preceded the real, replaced it, and defines it.

Oblivor is not just music.
It is what remains when the world stops being real.
It doesn’t belong to the system.
It is the system breaking.
And you keep listening.

For Contact:
oblivor.info@gmail.com

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