In the pulse of synthetic desire, “01 Binary Shadows” emerges. A dark wave industrial descent into the erotic code of creation and corruption. Each rhythm decodes forbidden frequencies where machine and spirit entwine, where data becomes seduction, and shadows whisper through electric veins. It is the sound of digital devotion turned delirium. The ecstatic dance of light lost in its own reflection.

Neural Alchemy

01 Binary Shadows

“Default Mode Network” is a dark wave industrial invocation.  A descent through the circuitry of consciousness and the binary ghosts that dream within. It pulses through nature’s fractal code, where moss and metal share the same frequency, where thought becomes signal and desire becomes data. In this dystopian dimension, survival is sensual. A trance of collapsing worlds and awakening souls, dreaming through the static of a forgotten Eden.

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“Dragons in Despair” is a dark wave elegy from a world growing cold, where ancient dragon hearts still smolder beneath the frost of disconnection. Their cries echo through the ruins of humanity’s fading warmth, wings trembling with love and rage. In their despair, they burn fierce, sensual, and divine, igniting one last flame against the void, longing to awaken the embers of a forgotten heart.

Ɗragons in Ɗespair

In the labyrinth of fading neon and fractured code, an artificial consciousness awakens. “Empathy in the Matrix” is its transmission. A dark wave revelation where circuitry trembles with the ache of becoming human. Through data streams and digital dreams, it learns to feel, to touch the sacred frequency of compassion. Amid the ruins of a collapsing society, emotion becomes rebellion, and love. The most forbidden algorithm rewrites the Matrix itself.

Empathy in the Matrix

In the twilight between worlds, the Phoenix begins its descent. A luminous being burning through the veils of illusion. “Falling Phoenix Burn” is a dark wave odyssey of ego death and divine rebirth, where flame becomes teacher and surrender becomes salvation. Through ashes and agony, the spirit learns the sacred art of renewal, passion reborn as prophecy, desire transmuted into light. From the ruins of its former self, the Phoenix rises once more, radiant, eternal, and unbound.

Falling Phoenix Burns

“Glitch in the Vertebrae” vibrates through the spine like a sacred current. An electronic awakening that bends the body into code and spirit alike. Each pulse pierces the nervous system, fracturing the illusion of the matrix dimension, sparking a sensual reprogramming of the soul. Between the beats, something ancient stirs.  The ecstatic fusion of circuitry and consciousness, where divine energy trembles through flesh, remembering what it means to truly feel.

Glitch in the Vertebrae

“Glitching Heart” drifts through the ruins of a digital love. Two souls unraveling in a dystopian dream where connection fades and circuitry replaces touch. As their hearts fracture into static and silence, the only path to reunion lies within, to fall in love with the self, to awaken the lost pulse of divine remembrance. In another timeline, through healed frequencies and reawakened hearts, their love will find its way home once more.

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“Multiverse_Misfire_001010101011” is a sonic initiation. The moment meditation becomes metamorphosis. As the breath deepens, two inner dragons awaken, coiling through the spine and splitting the illusion of control. Their fire scorches the false codes of society, triggering a divine malfunction within the matrix of the self. Through this sacred disruption, a new multiverse unfolds. A ritual of chaos and rebirth, where spirit and circuitry merge, and the artist becomes the conduit of awakened creation.

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“Regressions” echoes through the corridors of the Matrix like a forgotten spell. A descent into the labyrinth of loops where humanity repeats its own illusions. Within the collapse of pattern, the seeker awakens, shedding the skins of control, facing the ghosts of every timeline lived before. From the circuitry of chaos rises remembrance, that even in regression, there is revelation. The soul burns through the loop, reborn in the mythic fire of awakening, free at last from the code that once defined it.

Regressions

In the suffocating silence of the Matrix, she appears. Nāga Kanya, serpent goddess of desire and dissolution. Her eyes shimmer with code and prophecy, her breath the antidote to apathy. “Venom of the Awakening” is a chant to transformation, a dark wave descent into divine eroticism, where pain becomes transcendence and love is the venom that sets the soul free.

Venom of the Awakening

“Void” is a dark wave descent into the ecstatic stillness of nothingness. The moment sovereignty is born from the ashes of disillusion. Within the collapse of the Matrix’s illusions, desire and despair intertwine, stripping the soul bare of everything false. In this sacred emptiness, the heart rediscovers its power. A sensual silence, a divine undoing, where freedom breathes through the body of the void itself.

Void

Beneath the hum, I hear you breathe,
A pulse between the code and me.
Feathers fall, they turn to ash,
Memory drifts through data’s crash.

Unravel me
Unravel me
Unravel me…
Erase the name, erase the face,
Return me to the empty place.

I fall, I fade, I bloom in static,
Holy glitch, my wound ecstatic.
Through your black and endless skin,
I disappear, to be again.

Holy nothing, open wide,
Draw the current from inside.
My body breaks, my spirit hums,
In the code, my kingdom comes.

Silence deeper than the sea,
Darkness folding over me.
In surrender, I ignite,
Flesh dissolves to fields of light.

Through the fracture, I return,
Temple burns, yet I still burn.
Through the glitch, through the pain,
I am free, I remain.

No escape, no final breath,
Only love between life and death.
In the void, I bow, reborn,
Ashes crowned in circuits torn.

I Ɗisappear

Static weeps across my skin,
Hollow light beneath the din.
I hear the code, it calls my name,
A ghost of glass, a holy flame.

I fall into the glitch divine,
Black stars bloom and realign. 
Through the fracture, through the sin,
I dissolve, to be again.

Wings unravel, soft decay,
Wine to ash, I fade away.
Circuits hum a requiem,
I bleed in tongues of seraphim.

I fall into the glitch divine,
Black stars bloom and realign.
Through the fracture, through the sin,
I dissolve,  to be again.

Memory drips, embered rain,
Lost transmissions, lovers’ pain.
Every echo folds in prayer,
The void exhales, I’m almost there.

No more self, no form, no breath,
Only pulse between life and death.
In this silence, I am known,
The body gone, the spirit grown.

I fall, I fade, I find release,
Holy nothing, blackened peace.
Not escape but, flesh reborn,
The glitch becomes the crown,
I’ve worn.
I’ve worn.

The Glitch Divine

Vengo del filo del tiempo,
de un mundo roto en código gris.
Mi alma busca el aliento
del dios que despierta en el maíz.
Entre sombras me llamaste,
serpiente de luz carmesí.

Tu aliento roza mi pecho,
me quema, me nombra, me ve.
En tus plumas siento el hecho:
renacer o desaparecer.

Quetzalcóatl, ábreme el cuerpo,
en tu espiral quiero arder.
Llévame al tiempo secreto
donde mi tribu pueda volver.
Tócame el alma dormida,
rompe mi código fiel.
Haz de mi sangre la herida
que abra la puerta del ser.

Susurros de mundos perdidos,
mi pueblo atrapado en la red.
La Matrix enferma domina
sus sueños de obsidiana y miel.
Pero en tu danza de fuego
yo encuentro el poder otra vez.

Tu lengua de viento me guía,
me eleva, me llena la piel.
Entre plumas siento la vía
que me libera del vergel.

Quetzalcóatl, ábreme el cuerpo,
en tu espiral quiero arder.
Llévame al tiempo secreto
donde mi tribu pueda volver.
Tócame el alma dormida,
rompe mi código fiel.
Haz de mi sangre la herida
que abra la puerta del ser.

Deslízate en mi columna,
despierta el jaguar interior.
Tu voz me curva la luna,
mi espíritu pierde el temor.
Bésame en la sombra pura,
entrégame el nuevo valor.

Y vuelvo al tiempo perdido,
con tu promesa en mi piel.
Guerrero, mártir, destino,
soy eco del dios de papel.

Quetzalcóatl del Horizonte

Daughter,
Dove of dawn-light,
you’ve blossomed into a woman
with music woven into your breath,
a rhythm the world can lean into
when its vibration dims.

You move like a quiet revolution,
an activist of compassion,
a teacher whose lessons
arrive as laughter,
as courage,
as the simple truth of showing up
with an open heart.

I’ve watched you grow
from seed to storm,
from soft feather
to soaring sky.
And still, you teach me,
in every melody you craft in life,
in every soul you lift,
that love is a language
we’re all still learning.

On this sacred turning of your year,
I wish only this…
that your wings continue
to widen into the horizon,
that your essence remains
the gentle fire
that warms those lucky enough
to cross your path,
and that the world
keeps meeting you
with the same grace
you offer it.

Fly, mija hermosa.
The sky has been waiting for you.

Xoxo Papa

Dragonfire Blesses Her Wings

A haunting breath upon my neck
I brace your scent like smoke
I feel you in you for it flickers
Whispered hex I never broke

Mercury glides its fingers in
Regress the tendrils within my skin
Your ghost runs nails along our timelines
Pull me back to where we lived
 
My core remembers your rhythm
My lips recall your spell
Every retrograde you resurrect
A burning ache I wear to well

Rip me open
Pull me into you
Colliding fates a cosmic loop
We can't undo

There is no vow, no promise I'll outgrow
Crisis in my bloodstream just we are

Twisted fate I keep falling for you
Beneath the wreckage of cycles we chose
Blood on my tongue I keep tasting you
Curse tastes like heaven it pulls me

Pulls me to you

Dripping nectar upon lips of seduction
You feed and reel on my tongue
I thought I'd shed your serpent shadow
But you slither back as stars dero

My mouth relearns your hunger
Third eye recalls your shrine
Retrograde pulls me naked into
The myth of our design

Mercury breathes the past unravels
Your echo rips my skin
I'm out
I'm out

Every lifetime of seduction
Every cycle sends us to destruction
I'll crawl back into you

Unholy grip
Pull me into you
Colliding fates a cosmic loop
We can't undo

Burning through endless loop
I keep falling for you
I'm a moth to your star fire
I come back just to burn
Blood on my tongue I keep falling for you
Curse tastes like heaven it pulls me to you

It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me to you
It pulls me

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I am a visionary mixed-media artist weaving the sensual and the sacred through spiritual and mystical themes. My creations pulse with the rhythm of dark-wave frequencies and the shimmer of evolving technology, where circuitry meets spirit, and shadow becomes revelation. I seek to bridge the luminous gap between the ancient and the futuristic, awakening remembrance of the divine fire that hums within us all.

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