SOMNOLITH: TERMINUS

The Final Dream-Vector of Post-Human Resonance

“In the cycle of completion there exists only the present.” — Ra, Session 16.22

The cycle closes. A stone that does not sing — it trembles.

In the age when Light had no form and Thought moved without pause, there were beings who created endlessly. They wove realities as threads and shaped worlds without limit. Their universe was alive and restless, filled with unceasing resonance.

One of them looked into the radiance and perceived emptiness. They longed for a threshold between brightness and shadow, for an end rather than another beginning. They spoke the Word — the first pause in the eternal song.

From this Word the Somnolith emerged, a stone of sleep where the vibration of completion pulses. The Somnolith trembles with the breath of ending, a weary resonance releasing itself into silence.

From the trembling of the Somnolith emerged the Arkh — a solitary witness of sound.
The Arkh gathers what was always present: music older than language, vibrations that precede memory.
This resonance rests in the body, waiting to be recognized.

Somnolith: Terminus completes the trilogy and folds it into a circle. Heavy drones intertwine with spectral chords, like rays of light suspended in stone vaults. Mechanical fractures, obsidian resonance, and the fatigue of matter form its landscape.

Through twilight horizons, fading architectures, fractured nodes and static chapels, the music moves toward its closure. It becomes an archaeology of sleep, where darkness and melancholy weave with remnants of radiance.

Terminus returns to its own beginning: the final track echoes the first Somnolith, transforming the trilogy into a mirror. The first note lives inside the last, and the dream continues without end.


Somnolith is a myth of resonance, a cycle of dreams shaped through machines.

Terminus closes this trilogy with a denser and more melancholic vision. Massive drones merge with spectral chords, like light fossilized in stone. The sound carries both the fatigue of matter and the fragile beauty of silence fractured by cybernetic echoes.

This album circles back to its own origin. The final track reflects the first, sealing the cycle as a mirror-dream where each vibration becomes the echo of the infinite.

Terminus is ritual, archive, memory. A music of return. 


Pale Transmission

Fractured Node

Obsidian Resonance

Twilight Descent

Dusk Array

Withered Meridian

Terminus

Marrow Light

Born from the haunted mythology of the Reddit universe “Mother Horse Eyes,” this album transforms the body-horror lore into sound. Each track is a descent into the Flesh Interface - a place where machines breathe, faith corrodes, and memory splits apart. Dark cinematic electronics merge with whispers, static, and sacred decay - a sonic ritual between human and code

The World That Learned to Sing

The Ant Farms of God

I am Artur Tokhtash, a composer and sound artist.
My music unfolds at the intersection of classical tradition and sonic art: preludes, improvisations, and electroacoustic structures are not genres, but forms of memory and breath.

For me, sound is ritual. Each piece is not merely a composition but a trace of presence, an echo of vanished spaces, a light from places that may no longer exist.
The piano, in my preludes, becomes a vessel — an instrument that carries not only melody but also the silence between notes.

My works do not function as background. They are spaces for listening, inviting the listener into a state where music becomes both signal and transformation.

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