I make cyberpunk inspired darksynth/synthwave music.

With a lifetime listening to electronic music and obsessing about the 1980's, listening to 80's pop artists such as Pet Shop Boys, Erasure, New Order, Depeche Mode and Thompson Twins and watching movie's from the 80's she made it her dream to follow in her heroes footsteps.

Buying her first synth in 2013, and with a thirst to learn every day, she set out to emulate her heroes and she hasn't looked back ever since.

This is her journey, and with that, I welcome you to my page!

I hope you enjoy 

xxx

Child of the 80s. Join me on a journey through Synthwave, Chillwave, Electronic and Retro-Electro music - the genres that have provided healing for my tired soul.

Darksynth & Cyberpunk from the bowels of Hell itself.

3D modeller, anthropomorphic artist, photographer amateur.

In 1983.. something bad was in the air.

A warning that seemed to come through every TV cable, every pirate radio signal, every shaking screen that caught your eyes late at night.

A heavy, relentless pulse.
A sound you didn’t just hear.. you felt it.
Like the whole world, from Florida to Bucharest, was beating to the same rhythm.
The same warning.

"What’s going on out there?"
Someone asks.
There’s danger outside.
So don’t go outside.

All signs pointed east.
Strange sources.
Mysterious signals that appeared only on certain nights, at certain heights.

Old tapes mention Vlad, a quiet, enigmatic figure, born in Romania,
whose story drifts through echoes and static, carrying whispers of Transilvania.
A name wrapped in rumor and mystery, tied to stories that trace through dark forests and mountain echoes,
where myth meets reality, and shadows dance beneath neon light.

Some say he came down from the mountains with sounds that were never written.
Others say he never came down at all.

People tell stories.
About blood and basslines.
About heartbeats syncing with distorted rhythms.
About a face that doesn’t age.

But maybe it’s just legend.
Or maybe the music isn’t just music.
Maybe it’s a calling.

And if that “something bad” from 1983 wasn’t the end…
Maybe it was only the beginning.

Followers of 𝕾𝖎𝖊𝕶𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉