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Point Of 1 Million Constructions

ⓔⓖⓞ_➐ - little me (tryhard015 edit)

uploaded: 9/14/2020
original cover art
original quality.

⓶ - world ends early demo

The 41st release of katharsis is the EP “swansong” by jhl coming out on May 3rd. The New Zealand-based artist portray a dark and dramatic world of love and pain in this five-track release, drawing inspiration from poetry, opera, and fantasy worldbuilding. The result is both endearing and epic with its glittering synths, grandiose sound design, and poignant orchestral elements. jhl’s vocals carry big emotions through all five songs, as the lyrics are characterized by heartbreak and despair though still full of hope and love.

Swansong

jhl - tar

Greatkills

Terratype, Saman Shaiza, Ambynt, Stanza Lune, CAT.FLP - Heirloom

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Cø DÆI (2022)

Plunderphonics

/
Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments
/
/ song dedicated to 
/ Kinelle Man (@kinelle-man) and 
/ The Beautiful Dark (@thebeautifuldark) & 
/ the mighty # + @ fam ❤️‍🔥*🙏🏽*🫵🏽*🎧*⭕️*🧨*❤️*🫵🏽*✊🏽
/ you know who you are
/
/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

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