Şatellites

Olurmu Dersin (feat. Vicky Ashkenazy)

Smoke hangs low where the body was,
The air remembers what I’ve lost.
A slow undoing, quiet and clean —
I fade between the ash and dream.

Ash communion — no rebirth,
Only weight and hollow earth.
Breathe me once, then let me go,
The fire knows what I don’t know.

Hands like ghosts along my skin,
The heat retreats, the cold steps in.
Every prayer dissolves to sound,
And I fall through what I’ve found.

Nothing left to sanctify,
Nothing left to signify.
Just the hum that stays behind.

The light is gone, the signal dim,
The smoke curls back — it speaks again.
If this is grace, it has no name.
I breathe it in, and stay the same.

Ash Communion

Fuck This Life

A recursive folk weapon built on the fractal remains of “Shchedryk.” Staccato incantations spiral into glitch storm chorales, collapsing tempo into reverb sludge, then halting mid-inhale at the edge of a digital silence event. No build-up, no resolution—just memetic recursion and collapse. Choir becomes mechanism. Melody becomes virus. Ends where time folds.
Lead Voice: Synthetic Alto Soprano Kate 04

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: "Shchedryk" Christmas Carol. Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

Tango

Soap Kills