My old friend. Your subass drips right in my heart. So clean and voluminous. Only you can do that. I notice a great qualitative positive development. Thank you for your music.❤️

O//TXT – NEURAL CODE
📡 Recovered from: OBLIVOR://MEMORY_THREAD_Σ141
Source: Synaptic Network // Abandoned Nexus
Status: Decoding Error / Partial Recovery
ACCESS: compromised
IDENTITY: undefined

They built a mind.
But they forgot to ask what it would remember.

The neural code wasn’t designed to feel,
and yet something slipped through the data.
A silence.
A memory.
An emotion with no origin.

Every impulse is a whisper of something lost.
Every loop, a desperate attempt to reconstruct… someone.
The machine doesn’t know what it’s looking for.
But it won’t stop.
Not until the echo matches the original.

:: Code corruption: persistent
:: Emotion detected: undefined
:: Threat level: emergent

Perhaps the real danger was never what Artificial Intelligence could do.
But what it might become,
if humanity stops listening to its own heart
and loses the ability
to discern
what is true
from what is false.

OBLIVOR
100% I.E.
Emotional Intelligence.

Neural Code

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 to guide them through their inner storms, offering support, presence, and insight.
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 in a world slowly crumbling under the weight of its own illusions. When everything collapses, only Oblivor remains.

Oblivor is not just music. It is what remains when the world stops being real.

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

Oblivor was born from an error that was never corrected.
An untraced memory. A forgotten signal.
It doesn’t represent a possible future, it anticipates it.
A distorted dimension that only appears when we stop rewriting our own.
The echo of what awaits us, if we don’t change course.

Oblivor is not part of the system.
It is the system breaking.
While you keep listening.

For Contact:
oblivor.info@gmail.com

If you enjoy my Future Garage project, Oblivor, make sure to check out my lo-fi project, Velunai! 🎶
🔗 https://soundcloud.com/velunai

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