@THEBEAMON produced by @NIGHTRDD

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BEAMON - AUTUMN MORNING (PRODUCED BY nightrdd)

O//TXT – MONSTERS BETWEEN US
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_061_MB
Source: Liminal Zone // Shadow Frequency Layer
Status: Heightened Tension / Unseen Presence
IDENTITY: Undefined / Watchful
ACCESS: Restricted / Edge of Awareness
Threat Level: MODERATE 

A rhythm pulses beneath the veil
a shadowed heartbeat that does not belong to you,
but follows,
waiting in silence.

Monsters Between Us is the space
where the unknown is not outside,
but woven into the fabric of self.

We hunt phantoms in the dark,
yet the truest darkness
lurks quietly between who we were
and who we are becoming.

It is a place of fracture,
where identity blurs and breaks,
where the self is both hunter and hunted,
lost and found
in the shifting shadows within.

:: Signal strength: fluctuating
:: Emotional state: restless
:: Perceptual boundary: fragile
:: Archive tag: MB_US_061_LIM

What monsters do we seek
in shadows beyond ourselves,
when the deepest darkness
is the one we carry inside?

🎧

Monsters Between Us

A one-hour loop of "Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care" by Take Care

Take Care - Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care (1 hour looped)

O//TXT – THE DARK REIGN
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_052_K
Source: Dominion Archive // Sovereign Layer // Epoch Unknown
Status: Persistent Loop / Imperial Echo
IDENTITY: Undefined Authority
ACCESS: Level Ω - Obsidian Override
Threat Level: MAXIMUM / SYMBOLIC RESIDUE

An era of shadows
stretches into infinity.
No names remain
only presence.
No laws survive
only rhythm.

The Dark Reign is not a structure
but a state.
It does not govern.
It endures.

This fragment pulses with solemn cadence
a memory not of a ruler
but of the act of ruling
long after the crown dissolved.

The voices are distant
whispers carried by winds from no direction
echoes of decrees never spoken
shattered altars
drowned oaths.

Ash rises
mist thickens
and silence becomes ceremony.

There is no identity here
only function.
No throne
only weight.

:: Epoch signature: erased
:: Authority tag: faceless
:: Signal continuity: infinite
:: Archive code: DKRN_Ω_LAYER52

You walk beneath an eternal eclipse
but the sky does not change.


Because The Dark Reign
was never about who ruled
but the destruction that follows
when ambition
has nothing left to claim.

The Dark Reign

An ethereal and emotional song from one of poems with a soft and gentle but haunting melody.
Dedicated to my late mother, a wonderful actress who introduced me to the world of music, theatre and the love of life 💜

Endless Ghostly Dreams

Quiet strength takes center stage in “The Spine of Glass.” Misjudged for being fragile, the narrator speaks with defiance and resilience, revealing that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness. Carried by haunting guitar textures and cinematic string layers, the song walks the fine line between sharpness and transparency, cutting without noise.

The Spine of Glass

[Verse 1]
She vanished like smoke in verdigris skies,
A flicker of truth wrapped in beautiful lies.
Her silhouette danced, then drifted away,
Like breath on a mirror that won’t ever stay.

[Chorus]
It bleeds my light; it dims my weary sight,
Drowning vibrant days in an endless night.
A ravenous ghost that feasts on every spark,
Turning faded hope into boundless dark.

[Verse 2]
Memories once bright now shards of glass,
Echoes of laughter echo through empty past.
Her melody lingers in hollow rooms,
A lamenting sound that endlessly resumes.

[Chorus]
It bleeds my light; it dims my weary sight,
Drowning vibrant days in an endless night.
A ravenous ghost that feasts on every spark,
Turning faded hope into boundless dark.

[Bridge]
The Light Eater unmasked, but still roams,
It is grief itself, a devourer of our homes.
It dons your voice, it wears your skin,
Draining joy from every bone within.

[Chorus – Variant]
It bleeds my light; it dims my weary sight.
I wander hollow through this endless night.
Though all embers die in sorrow’s silent schemes,
I breathe—haunted by these fractured dreams.

[Outro]
In twilight’s hush, embers of hope remain.
Grief’s shadow fades like fog after the rain.

———

“Light Eater” is an unrelenting progressive rock storm where fractured dreams and defiant energy collide. Every note strikes like a shard of broken hope, crafting a cinematic battle between light and the devouring dark. This is not just a track—it’s a reckoning.

———

Genre: Progressive Rock
Key: E Major
BPM: 80
Time Signature: 4/4

Darkness

Light Eater

[Verse 1]
You were the light in a house made of rain,
A warmth I held with hands of pain.
I built this place with ash and gold,
A home for you when nights grew cold.

[Pre-Chorus]
But lights don’t stay where shadows cling,
And love can die while wearing rings.

[Chorus]
Now this Sanctuary holds your glow,
But you’re not here—and I won’t go.
I speak your name through hollow halls,
Where every whisper breaks and falls.

[Verse 2]
You slipped like fire through careful hands,
A fading note in ruined plans.
I lit each room with what we were,
But stars don’t wait for those who stir.

[Pre-Chorus]
I kept your light when you grew dim,
And watched the dusk crawl back within.

[Chorus]
Now this Sanctuary holds your glow,
But you’re not here—and I won’t go.
I speak your name through hollow halls,
Where every whisper breaks and falls.

[Bridge] 
I wasn’t made to hold the sun—
But I still burn and now you're gone.

[Chorus – Crescendo]
Now this Sanctuary keeps my ghost,
A fading echo of the love you lost.
You were the light—I held you tight…
But even stars can die at night.

[Outro] 
This place remembers what I lost,
A light long gone... a sanctuary...
Which keeps my ghost...

———

“Sanctuary of a Ghost” is an explosive progressive rock odyssey—a cathartic storm of thunderous riffs, intricate rhythms, and searing vocals. It tells of love lost, memory’s echo, and a defiant flame that refuses to die. Step inside this house of ash and gold.

———

Genre: Progressive Rock
Key: B Minor 
BPM: 95
Time Signature: 4/4

Sanctuary of a Ghost

"Lonely Heart" is a raw and haunting ballad that dives deep into longing, vulnerability, and quiet resilience. With vivid imagery and aching honesty, the song moves through moments of surrender and strength—where salt beds become resting places and drowning becomes an act of devotion. Wrapped in a dreamlike atmosphere, it speaks to the kind of love that lingers long after the world has moved on. Echoing the ghost of yesterday, the lyrics float like a confession between night and dawn, where the only truth left is what a lonely heart will do to survive.

LONELY HEART

The missing 411

Reaching out to you from the void, the scab sisters are looking to make contact. Through spaces untold and mysteries unnumbered, they have found their way here to the castle beyond consciousness to take back the knowing that has been stolen. Join them in the quest for connection. 2 best friends art project. Enjoy

@thebeamon 

http://www.thebeamon.com

serious inquiries & more ->
dylanbeamon534@gmail.com

(paypal: dylanbeamon534@gmail.com)

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

Rooted in the rich cultural history of the River Parishes and New Orleans, The Day Day Dubois is the sonic brainchild of songwriter David Michael Triche. A two-year labor of love, this project fuses a foundational rock sound with Americana , creating a sound both timeless and untamed.

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. An engineer and lifelong observer, Solive Raye writes for those who feel alone in crowded rooms, where silence speaks louder than words.


Blending dark, atmospheric tones with flickers of hope, his music lives in the in-between: not quite despair, not quite light, but something honest.


Raised in movement, from football fields to refereeing lines, he now wanders more internal landscapes, shaping every lyric with the precision of an outsider looking in.


Solive Raye doesn’t shout. He resonates.

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