Sleepless nights, painful discoveries, & hopelessness. Sometimes love can be painful to feel. Sometimes we love because we were never loved properly and our emotions are too hard to handle. We're so unhealthy that we begin to eliminate the person we once were, or even alter someone else's personality for the worst. This EP is the story of a toxic cycle and being too afraid to continue our own self journey. Things that hurt us often seem so familiar and comforting when we face new challenges. I only captured one dream sequence of the story, what will be yours?

CREATURES OF THE MOMENT

LOVE WENT AIRBORNE

MYSTERIOUS LONER

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

ALARM!

SOUVENIRS

Yeah-eh…
Baby, no te vayas todavía…
Que la noche pide otra vuelta.

Tú me miras, yo me acerco, fuego lento,
Ese body tiene su propio argumento.
En la pista — sudor y movimiento,
Lo tuyo es arte, puro talento.

Labios de vino, ojos de pecado,
Dices “tranqui” y ya me has ganado.
Tu perfume quedó pegado,
En mi hoodie, en mi lado.

No digas nada, que el ritmo habla,
La luz baja, la piel manda.
Esto no es drama, solo llama,
Y el deseo no guarda calma.

Después del club, sin prisa, sin pijama,
Nos perdemos en la cama.
Después del club, fuego y trama,
Tú y yo, sin programa.

Te gusta el perreo pegado,
Sin promesas, solo pecado.
Luces rojas, cuarto cerrado,
Dos sombras, un mismo lado.

Tu risa rompe el silencio,
Mi lengua sigue su instinto.
Baby, esto no es un cuento,
Es sudor, piel y ritmo lento.

Después del club, sin prisa, sin pijama,
Nos perdemos en la cama.
Después del club, fuego y trama,
Tú y yo, sin programa.

You move like a sin, girl — no forgiveness,
Every breath feel like business.
Tu boca dice “no”, pero insiste,
Y el cuerpo no resiste.

Después del club, sin prisa, sin pijama,
Nos perdemos en la cama.
Después del club, fuego y trama,
Tú y yo… sin programa.

Yeah-eh…
Después del club…
Solo tú, solo el ritmo.

Después del club (Reggaeton reload)

Love didn’t die, it went up in flames — leaving only ashes behind.

A S H E S

In a canyon where the daylight dies
Old Jim walked in with troubled eyes
Chasing after one small piece of ground
But the papers slipped and fluttered to the ground
Later on by the lantern glow
He found Mary by the river slow
Words went sharp and something broke inside
And he walked away while she stayed by the tide

Out on the frontier, under all that sky
Some hearts break and never learn why
No easy truth, no simple line
Just a quiet ache that lives in time

At first light came the sheriff’s horse
Heavy steps on a steady course
Jim said softly he meant no harm
But her memory wrapped around his arm
They led him down where the shadows lean
By a wooden frame on the edge of town green
He closed his eyes, no more alibis
Only empty wind and unanswered cries

Out on the frontier, under all that sky
Some hearts break and never learn why
No easy truth, no simple line
Just a quiet ache that lives in time

Tumbleweeds roll where the teardrops fell
Old stories linger like a distant bell
The land keeps secrets in its weathered hands
Silent witnesses in the desert sand

Now Mary’s name is a breath at night
In every candle and every prayer light
Jim’s old boots sit by the cabin door
Dust on the floorboards, footsteps no more
The frontier moves in its endless way
Sun up, sun down, just another day
So guard your heart when you chase your claim
Greed is a spark that can turn into flame

Out on the frontier, under all that sky
Some hearts break and never learn why
No easy truth, no simple line
Just a quiet ache that lives in time
Out on the frontier, where the wild winds roam
We carry our ghosts on the long way home

No easy truth (Folk Pop reload)

This one came from the part of me that stopped hoping and just needed to feel something. No filters, no expectations—just heartbreak wrapped in melody. "Remedy of My Broken Heart" is what it sounds like when love doesn't fix you, but you still write through it anyway. This track isn’t made to impress you. It’s a reflection. I made “Remedy of My Broken Heart” in the kind of headspace where love doesn’t heal—it haunts. The words aren’t perfect. The emotions weren’t rehearsed. But they’re real. And sometimes, that’s the only thing that still matters.

Remedy of my broken heart (prod. idly blare)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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