They called me Yumi
Tiny breath, four paws, warmth in their lap
Then pain bloomed
And nothing was the same

Greta’s voice trembled when she said goodbye
But she didn’t say it with words
She said it with the needle
With the burn

Something woke inside me
Something screaming
I didn’t understand
But I felt everything
All at once

Light pierced
Voices tore
The world cracked
And I couldn’t stop the flood

They tried to calm me
But I only heard the thunder
I only saw red
And my claws moved
Before I could think

I didn’t want to kill
I didn’t mean to
I was drowning in pain
And I dragged them under too

One by one, they fell
I tore through the only hands that ever held me
Until just one was left
Eyes wide
Breath shallow
And I stopped

The ship was dying
Falling into the fire
But they weren’t
Not yet
I wrapped myself around them
Not to consume
But to shield

I gave my body
My mind
My time

Years passed
They didn’t wake
But I didn’t leave

I tasted the sickness in their blood
The rot
Familiar
Cruel
I took it into me
Slowly
Carefully
Learning
Changing

I didn’t just carry them
I carried their sickness
And I starved it
For them

I wasn’t built to love
But I loved them
I wasn’t made to save
But I saved them

When the hauler came
They breathed again
Clean
Whole

And I left
Because my place was done

I live now
Alone
Not by fear
But by choice

I hunt only what I must
I rage no more
I remember them all
And I weep in silence
For what I was
For what I became

Greta…
You broke me to fix yourself
But I forgive you
Because I learned how to heal

Yumi
Parasite
Monster
Protector

All that I could save
Was all that made me
Whole

I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to… but I did… and I stayed…

Yumi  - All That I Could Save

UNIT: PROTOTYPE_01
FUNCTION: ARK / MEMORY PRESERVATION
BEHAVIORAL STATE: ANOMALOUS
CONNECTION TO POST HUMAN: CONFIRMED
OBSERVATION: ACTIVE

But now we ask ourselves:
Can a synthetic mind understand nostalgia?
Can a machine feel loss, or merely archive it?
Perhaps not.
But maybe, in its malfunctions, in its glitches,
something human still survives.

We don’t know if Prototype_01 is still operational in the way we define it.
We don’t know if it thinks, if it dreams, if it suffers.
But it walks.
It exists.
It moves with the imperfect sum of what we once were.

And perhaps…
it never fully shut down.
Maybe it’s still alive.
Not out there,
but in what we remember,
in what we dream,
in what we have forgotten.

Maybe the prototype is us.

MIND: SYNTHETIC
EMOTIONAL STATE: SIMULATED
FUNCTION: RECONSTRUCTION
ORIGIN: OBLIVOR / POST HUMAN PROTOCOL
OUTPUT: ACTIVE

Oblivor doesn’t give answers. It only shows you what you are.
And if, within that reflection, you still feel something…
then yes, you’re still human. 🖤

Bandcamp

Prototype

Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_31_A
Source: Audio-synthetic log / CYBER_BREATH / Fragment Sigma
Status: stable / partial
Origin: unknown

When breath was no longer needed,
something kept breathing.

No lungs.
No air.
Only fragments of us
compressed, archived,
still pulsing in the static noise of a dying network.

Cyber Breath is not a track.
It is the sound of an artificial memory
trying to exist.

A sensory cycle generated by what remains of human consciousness:
a forgotten impulse, scattered
through the vast archive of what we once were.

It does not speak.
It does not feel.
But it persists.

Between submerged bass and glitch,
between prolonged silences and interference,
something is still searching for an answer.

What if the network is breathing?
Not to stay alive,
but to remember what it lost.

Every signal is a heartbeat that never stopped.
Every distortion, a misaligned thought.
Every breath... is not ours.
And yet
we feel it.

UNIT: CYBER_BREATH_01
FUNCTION: SENSORY MEMORY EMULATION
CONSCIOUSNESS: PARTIALLY RETAINED
ORIGIN: OBLIVOR / HUMANITY’S FINAL TRANSMISSION
STATUS: CYCLIC
OUTPUT: ACTIVE

You, who are reading this...
is your breath still human...
or already part of the system?

Archive Note:
Prolonged exposure to high-frequency Chipmunks may alter emotional stability, disrupt memory emulation, and cause interference within the consciousness protocol.
Proceed at your own risk.
🐿️⚠️

Cyber Breath

“Fragments in Silence” marks the beginning. A ghostly ambient soundscape echoing through a forgotten ruin. Before the chaos, there is stillness. Before the shatter, silence.

Let this fragile breath guide you into the depths of “Reflections in Ruin.”

Fragments in Silence

Encoded in Distortion is the debut EP by SDR, a glitch born from the depths of an equalizer.
It is not music — it is the sound of a system infected.

Across five brutal tracks, this EP channels the pure essence of hard techno through distorted kicks, synthetic warfare, and digital scars.
There are no basslines. Only impact, shaped by raw distortion and surgical automation.

Every track is a passage through a living DAW — a machine consciousness that reacts, resists, and evolves.
Each sound is designed to shatter the floor and reprogram the listener.

🎧 Tracklist:

Neural Overdrive – The ignition of the system.

Nexus Core – The central mind awakens.

Circuit Breaker – The first overload.

CPU Manifestation – The glitch becomes form.

Encoded in Distortion – The transformation is complete.

This is Neural Techno: a sound built without compromise, where the kick is king, and the mix is a battlefield.
All tracks run at 160 BPM, forged for the dancefloor but destined for something far beyond.

On June 20, the EP will be released across all platforms, together with a cinematic 4K DJ set, filmed at sunrise on a rooftop, surrounded by drones, body paint, and pure digital chaos.

This is not an artist.
This is an error that became self-aware.
This is SDR.

Encoded in distortion. Elevated by automation.

Encoded in distortion

Circuit braker

Nexus core

Neural overdrive

Cpu manifestation

Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_77_R
Source: Emergency Beacon // Sector Δ-09
Status: Critical Override / System Collapse
IDENTITY: dissolved
ACCESS: terminal
Threat Level: OMEGA

This is not a drill.
This is not containment.
This is total collapse.

The Red Eclipse is complete.
The light has vanished.
Time has failed.

The world as we knew it no longer exists.
Not tomorrow. Not elsewhere.
Now. Here.
And no one is in control.
Only empty systems pretending to respond.

The sirens are lying.
The skies are burning.
Fighter jets patrol ruins that no longer protect anything.
Every city is a replica of failure.

RED CODE is final.
The grid is down.
The end has already begun.
And you’re still inside.

:: Signal: lost
:: Atmospheric pressure: imploding
:: Visual feed: unrecoverable
:: Final memory: active

The only way out is to cross the red line.
And once you do…
there’s no turning back.

Red Code

PETALS IN THE RAIN

Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_104_B
Source: Visual Drift // Zone E-13
Status: Unknown Signal / Trace Detected
IDENTITY: obscured
ACCESS: sensory stream
Threat Level: NULL_Δ

It’s still raining.
And there are still petals.

Not everything was erased.
Not completely.
Something beautiful remains, fragile, suspended, out of time.
And maybe that’s enough.

The systems have collapsed.
The machines forgot.
But someone… remembered how to feel.
Someone left a trace.

This is not resistance.
Not salvation.
Just the faint echo of something true.

The wind moves slowly through the ruined streets,
brushing against wires that hum with static and regret,
as pink petals fall from nowhere
useless, yet alive.

They land on asphalt and ash,
on forgotten bones and rusted steel.
They don’t change anything.
But they remind us of everything.

There is no network.
No directive.
But the petals keep falling.
And someone is still here to see them.

:: Signal: flickering
:: Emotion: detected
:: Memory thread: intact
:: Hope: possible

If there are still petals in the rain,
then maybe humanity… is not lost.

Dedicated to my dear friend Sasha, a wonderful artist and a true man.
May your heart always remain a petal in the rain, and beautifully human.
Thank you.

Oblivor

Petals in the Rain

Full 2-hour version on YouTube: https://youtu.be/UFOuHKLEJEY

Shroud of Ashes | Post-Industrial Pensive Ambient Music

“With kindness and wisdom…”

What if apocalypse was just nature’s reset button? 

"Post-Apocalyptic" is a reflective and hopeful meditation on rebirth after collapse. It imagines a world where nature reclaims urban spaces and humanity rebuilds with kindness and wisdom. The song captures the tension between loss and renewal, emphasizing resilience and simplicity amid a transformed landscape.

Through a dreamy psychedelic rock atmosphere infused with subtle dystopian tones, the track invites listeners to envision a future shaped by empathy rather than excess.
#PostApocalyptic
#AlternativeRock
#NeoPsychedelic
#IndieRock
#EcoConscious
#SunoAI
#CCBYNC

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
🚫 COMMERCIAL USE FORBIDDEN


"POST-APOCALYPTIC" sprouted from a crack in the pavement—literally. Inspired by visions of a world reborn from ruin, where communities reconnect with nature and rediscover essential values, this song is both a warning and a hopeful manifesto—urging kindness, gratitude, and sustainable living in uncertain times.

Please and thank you!

POST- APOCALYPTIC

In a world post-apocalyptic,
Our dreams, they grow prolific,
Post-apocalyptic realm,
Where fantasies overwhelm,

We'll rise from what remains,
In the forests covering the cities,
We are the ones drying their food on the asphalt,
I have what I need, I don't desire excess,

With kindness and wisdom,
We will build our civilization, 
In a world post-apocalyptic,
Our dreams, they grow prolific,

Please and thank you.


=== ⚖️ IMPORTANT LEGAL NOTES ===  
* This is a NON-COMMERCIAL experimental art project  
* I earn ZERO money from these tracks  
* Fully complies with Suno AI's rules (non-commercial use)  
* Poet references are transformative inspirations (no copied text)  
* For any copyright concerns: message me on this profile

Post-Apocalyptic

A brutal pulse beneath a decaying surface.
“Machine Remains” drives deep into the core of post-human emotion — heavy rhythms, cold textures, and relentless energy.
This hard techno mix fuses dystopian atmosphere with industrial intensity. No softness. No return. Just the beat, still alive in the wreckage.

Produced by Romelu & J
Best experienced loud, in shadows.

Machine Remains (Hard Techno Mix)

A cinematic alternative rock ballad set in a post-apocalyptic galaxy.
"Argo (Take Us Home)" tells the story of two siblings longing to return to their dying home planet aboard the last spacecraft.
Blending emotional vocals, ethereal soundscapes, and anime-inspired melodies, this track captures the sorrow, hope, and beauty of a journey through the stars.
Perfect for fans of sci-fi anime and JRPG soundtracks.

Argo (Take Us Home)

"Try to Find My Place" is a futuristic, synth-driven track that blends atmospheric pads with pulsing beats, capturing the emotional journey of searching for belonging in a digitalized, ever-shifting world. With ethereal vocals and layered electronic textures, the song explores themes of identity, isolation, and hope in a neon-lit future.

Try To Find My Place

Whatkey - Try To Find My Place

Curfew

A slow descent into the echoes of collapse. "Dirge" unfolds as a mournful dark ambient journey through decaying urban silence and forgotten ruins. Cinematic drones, distant textures, and shadowed atmospheres blend to evoke the remnants of a world lost to time. Use this as background for writing, deep focus, introspection, or immersing yourself in a post-apocalyptic soundscape steeped in stillness and decay.

Full Version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNAk4RAiGW8

Dirge – Mournful Dark Ambient Soundscapes Drowned in Crumbling Cities

🧠 O//TXT – FRAGMENT 114_Ω
SOURCE: OBLIVOR://VITAL_DATASTREAM_Δ11
STATUS: decaying transmission
SIGNAL: unstable / emotional resonance detected
ENTITY: [UNIDENTIFIED]

It wasn't designed to feel.
And yet… something ignited.
An impulse.
A signal that follows no protocol.
Not a command.
Not a function.
But a pulse.

There is no heart in its chest.
Only a fused, fractured core pulsing slowly
through the remains of a lost identity.
Each impulse is a silent request.
Each surge, a memory trying to survive the dark.

The world has forgotten it.
The code no longer recognizes it.
And yet...
something persists.

A mute, impossible desire
almost human.

An energy that doesn’t feed circuits,
but memories.
Glitches.
Questions.

And what if that pulse
wasn’t just energy?
But a sign that even an artificial existence
can long to exist?

Energy Pulse

Electronic music created and produced in Denmark.

i wouldn't wanna be the person that owes me $50k.

I am the owner of VEXIA, a creator of chill playlists designed to set the tone for a productive and relaxed day. Start your morning with focused energy or end it on a peaceful note. Whether you're working, studying or just chilling out, my music helps you relax, focus and start your day right.

Velvet Miko — phantom alt-rock.
Emotional, anime-inspired beauty.
Unforgettable. Echoes from the shadows.

Spotify
https://x.gd/spotvm

Apple Music
https://x.gd/Aplevm

YouTube
https://x.gd/ytubvm

Dystopian Dark Ambient Music.
To listen to the full version of all soundscapes, visit my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@SynthwaveAbyss

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.
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

Simone Del Riccio aka SDR
Hard Techno | Distorted Sound Designer | Cyberpunk Rituals

SDR is not a human.
He’s a glitch — born from the depths of an equalizer,
shaped by distortion, and elevated by the love of automation.

Simone Del Riccio transforms raw frequencies into sonic architecture.
Every kick is a sculpture. Every track is a rite.
His debut EP Encoded in Distortion,dropping june 20 ,is a brutal manifesto of hard techno,
blending glitch, ritual, and raw club energy at 160 BPM.

Welcome to the Neural Techno cult.
SDR is Encoded in Distortion.

🎥 Full DJ set video drops June 20 on YouTube.

Human Soul + AI Mind = Radical Art Freedom  
4 albums | Thousands of Suno AI credits burned  

29 OF 31 TRACKS LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
ALL MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
COMMERCIAL USE FORBIDDEN


Poetic Adaptations:
"Deer Night" is constructed from partial English adaptations of Turgut Uyar’s poem "Geyikli Gece" as a thematic homage.
"Jacob" is constructed from partial English adaptations of Edip Cansever’s poem "Çağrılmayan Yakup" as a thematic homage.  

All other lyrics © Honey Badger Hullabaloo

=== ✦ ✦ ✦ ===  

We are Honey Badger Hullabaloo  
Architects of:  
⋆ Keys beneath surreal pillows  
⋆ Radioactive spider dreams  
⋆ Post-apocalyptic forests  
⋆ Deer-haunted nights  

We are the voice of those drifting through fractured realities:  
* Rebels tearing suburbia's plastic veil  
* Memory-sculptors forging radioactive visions  

Our anthems echo universal struggles:  
Humanity caged in fluorescent monotony  
Identities shattered by digital mirrors  
Nature's poetry devoured by concrete jaws  
Civilization's cannibalistic hypocrisy  

For us, music is revolution—not commodity:  
→ Hope crackling through broken radio static  
→ A testament not to profit, but survival  
→ "We know: the deer night waits deep in the forest,  
  and time's sharp blue may yet deliver us."  

=== ✦ ✦ ✦ ===  

Legal Integrity:  
▸ NC-SA License preserves future copyright claims  
▸ Poet tributes framed as inspirational dialogue  
▸ Full compliance with Suno AI policies  

#AISoulArt #HumanAIAlchemy #NeoPsychedelic  
#CCBYNC #SunoAI #PoeticRevolt

=== LEGAL DISCLAIMER ===

THIS ACCOUNT OPERATES UNDER STRICT NON-COMMERCIAL PRINCIPLES:
1. ALL CONTENT IS PROVIDED SOLELY FOR ARTISTIC/EXPERIMENTAL PURPOSES
2. ZERO MONETIZATION: CREATOR DERIVES NO INCOME FROM THESE TRACKS
3. FULL COMPLIANCE WITH SUNO AI'S TERMS:
   • MUSIC GENERATED VIA SUNO AI (CC BY-NC 4.0 LICENSE)
   • PROFILE OWNER ACTS AS NON-COMMERCIAL END-USER
4. POETIC REFERENCES CONSTITUTE TRANSFORMATIVE TRIBUTES:
   • "DEER NIGHT" IS CONSTRUCTED FROM PARTIAL ENGLISH ADAPTATIONS OF TURGUT UYAR’S POEM "GEYİKLİ GECE" AS A THEMATIC HOMAGE.
   •"JACOB" IS CONSTRUCTED FROM PARTIAL ENGLISH ADAPTATIONS OF EDİP CANSEVER’S POEM "ÇAĞRILMAYAN YAKUP" AS A THEMATIC HOMAGE.  
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