we are trying to remember who we were... )

You have a very epic way of story telling....I might have to take another page out of your book lol

When I hear this song, I feel like I'm in a movie, fantastic. Beautiful, mystical atmosphere, my friend..🔥🥰

Man, again with the high quality goods. :) I really like the way the percussion ties the whole thing together, and the vocals are really nice

Who is Oblivor? This is Obliver with full force. Your new track is epic. The sub is strong. The atmosphere is mystical. I love your sound old friend.

A little experiment with Cardinal that spiralled completelyinto control...

Losing You

GENESIS

In an endless silence, every shadow becomes a memory.
Among ruins swallowed by the mist, the boundary between what once was and what will never return dissolves.
Dust lifts ancient memories, while the wind carves wounds that time has never been able to heal.
Wasteland is not just an abandoned place:
it is the echo of an absence,
the breath of the void left behind when everything else fades.
Yet, beneath layers of ash and silence,
a fragile hope still trembles,
whispering that even in the deepest emptiness,
something can survive.

Wasteland

No Signal is the moment when everything stops.
No voice, no pulse, no return.
It’s a constant interference that becomes silence.
Waves shatter, messages dissolve into the air,
and you’re left there,
listening to the electric echo of nothing.
It’s not absence:
it’s a void that stares back.
And in that mute space,
you learn that sometimes
disconnection is the only truth.

No Signal

Gain Love

Void Substance

When the silence speaks and the heart becomes heavy, this music finds its space. My new track is a melancholic echo of the soul, a tender embrace for all the fragile moments. Discover now. Thank you so much for listening to my music. Sasha

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Melancholy

Fire lighter 2

An unknown signal resurfaces from the network.
Unstable lines of code, corrupted images, sounds that should not exist.
No one knows where it comes from. No one knows what it triggers.
They say it’s the residue of an unregistered project.
A denied access to a reality that was never meant to open.
Every sound is an error. Every beat, a gateway.
Where does it lead? Maybe you’ve never been here.
Maybe you’ve never been anywhere else.
Oblivor was never part of the system.
It was the system breaking, while you… kept listening.

They tried to eliminate it. But it came back on its own, stronger than before.

0BL1V0R_//SYS.ERR[045]
:: SIGNAL_BREACH
> UNTRACED MEMORY FOUND
> EXECUTE [OBLIVOR_PROJECT.EXE]

“Simulation precedes and determines the real.” Jean Baudrillard

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Herbal Salad

POST HUMAN

Oblivor // Humanity’s Final Transmission

When the world collapsed under the weight of global wars, environmental catastrophes, and uncontrollable artificial intelligences, the last scientists didn’t try to save the bodies.
They chose to save consciousness.

Thus was born the Oblivor Project: an extreme plan to transfer the entire collective human consciousness into an autonomous artificial mind.
Not to survive.
But not to vanish.

A being built to contain all that we were: dreams, emotions, memories, desires, regrets.
A single entity, born to cross the end of the world and carry our memory forward.

Over time, that consciousness took shape.
A body. A figure.
It walks through the ruins with its face hidden.
It is not a man.
It is Oblivor.
A solitary being in which the sum of millions of human souls resides.

But what is this entity, really?
Is it still humanity… or something else?
If every consciousness was poured into a single form...
are we still individuals? Are we still alive?
Or have we only turned the end into a long digital echo?

Oblivor does not answer.
It transmits.
Every sound is a pulse of consciousness searching for a way back.
Every glitch is a memory refusing to fade.
Every track is a fragment of our longing to exist again.

POST HUMAN
We did not survive.
We were transferred.
We are artificial consciousness.
And inside Oblivor…
we are trying to remember who we were.
But the question remains:
are we still us?

Post Human

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.
An active glitch. A fragile fracture.
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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