afraid.

WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL - MEMORY (PROD. GREAF) [demo version]

Memory

🌾 The land is quiet here... but it remembers.

“The Land Remembers” is a slow-burning ballad of rust, roots, and reckoning.
A boy, a brim, a fading orchard—haunted not by ghosts, but by memory in the soil.
Every verse holds breath like heat. Every chorus hums with what’s been lost... and what still lingers.

🎙️ Narrative folk with atmospheric weight
🔥 Grief woven through silence and sun
🪶 A mother’s scent. A land that sings. A story not yet done.

This isn’t just a song—it’s a place.

The land is quiet here

🎧 Prologue – Humanity Trilogy AI
This is not a voice. It’s a memory. Maybe yours.

The prologue of the Humanity Trilogy AI opens a poetic and fragmented journey through memory, identity, and artificial narration.

Fragment 1 has been uploaded.

📚 More: www.storybou.com/humanity
📩 Submit your story: www.storybou.com/storyengine

Humanity Trilogy AI: Prologue

Whispers in the twilight. A song between shadows.

"Light in Between" is a slow-motion reverie, a gentle drift through memory, silence, and the shimmering space between light and darkness. It’s the hush before dawn, the glimmer of something lost but not forgotten. A quiet breath of nostalgia wrapped in rhythm.

The track unfolds with a delicate blend of smooth jazz, ambient electronica, and romantic dream pop, a sound that evokes the hushed intimacy of Rhye, the elegance of Nils Frahm, and the sensual stillness of Zero 7. Subtle textures ripple beneath airy melodies, like footsteps on soft ground.

Lyrically, it’s a poem suspended in time, woven from golden threads, shadowed pauses, and ghosted emotions. The song invites the listener to wander, to feel the weight of unspoken things, and to listen for music hidden in silence.

Step lightly. Breathe deeper.
There is music in the in-between.

Light in Between (Single Version)

[Verse 1]
I painted our walls in fields of emerald light,
Every stroke a promise that we’d never die.
Now the brush sits empty in my trembling hand,
Colors bleed together where I try to stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your laughter filled these halls with springtime air,
Now silence blooms in every corner—everywhere.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes—I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I can't hold.
My favorite color is green—now it’s all gone cold.

[Verse 2]
Leaves fall like memories along this lonely street.
I trace your footprints in the damp beneath my feet.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies—
They ring like distant echoes of what could be.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rou, I reach for something only ghosts can give—
A hue haunts me more than teaching me to live.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes—I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I can't hold.
My favorite color is green—now it’s all gone cold.

[Bridge]
Rou, our colors mix like morning light.
In every moment, we shine so bright.
Side by side, through the night and day,
Our love is a story—written in every way.

[Final Chorus]
My favorite color is green—every leaf reminds me.
They ring like distant echoes of what we could be.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies.
My favorite color is green—your color, now on me.
Now on me...
Now it's me...

———

"My Favorite Color" unfolds as a melancholic alt-rock ballad drenched in emerald hues and spectral echoes. Baritone vocals drift over hypnotic guitars and steady rhythms, painting a vivid soundscape of love, loss, and memory. Each note traces the green that remains—haunting, fragile, eternal.


Light

My Favorite Color

[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 everything in 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.

[Final Chorus]
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 a slow-burning alt-rock elegy, where tender piano and echo-laced guitars cradle a baritone vocal soaked in loss. Set in G major at 120 BPM, it walks through empty halls of memory—love once lived here, but now only ghosts remain. A haunting requiem built with ash and gold, this track burns quietly in the dark, a candle flickering for what slipped through the hands of time.



Sanctuary of a Ghost

Contact the Artist

Usei sample de  'Do You Know Who You Are' do Texas Is The Reason (não quero um centavo sequer com isso, só postar, então não precisa me processar, por favor)

1992 (demo)

Só queria te esquecer, mas não
Manchas no vídeo que eu fiz de você
Me fazem ver que aquilo tudo foi só imaginação
Por quê não me deixou sonhando?
Seria melhor do que todo esse escândalo

Piadas, sermões, angústias
O mundo me seguia
Você bebeu todos os dias
Omissões, berros, torturas
Meu pai me ouviu
Quando a calma do início sumiu
Disse que vi amor na raiva
Quando ouvi sua censura amada

Aquela criança se foi
Largada pelo homem que um dia se propôs
Ser o seu depois

1992 (demo)

[Verse 1] 
In the still of broken midnight,  
I trace the scars in fading light.  
A hollow pulse within these halls—  
Your distant heartbeat beckons, calls.  

[Pre‑Chorus] 
Shadows pull me in, in slow motion.  
Your silhouette drifts on memory’s ocean.  

[Chorus]
Oh, light is gone—but darkness sings,  
A dance of ghosts beneath my skin.  
Though you’ve vanished into thin air,  
Your echo trails me everywhere.  

[Verse 2]  
Rhythms haunt these hollow corridors.  
Bass drums boom like distant wars.  
I wear your name across my chest—  
This requiem lays my heart to rest.  

[Pre‑Chorus]
Shadows pull me in, in slow motion.  
Your silhouette drifts on memory’s ocean.  

[Chorus]
Oh, light is gone—but darkness sings,  
A dance of ghosts beneath my skin.  
Though you’ve vanished into thin air,  
Your echo trails me everywhere.  

[Bridge]
I reach for you in restless dreams...  
Your whisper curls through every scream.  

[Final Chorus]
Oh, light is gone—but here you stay,  
A phantom pulse that will not stray.  
Though night consumes the flame you lit,  
Your shadow guides me through the grit.  

[Outro]
When dawn arrives, I’ll still believe—  
Your absence fills the air I breathe.  
Light is gone—but you remain,  
My silent muse in every pain.  

———

"My Silent Muse" unfolds as a cinematic odyssey through the corridors of memory and shadow. Set in E Major at 85 BPM, its ethereal guitar washes and pulsating drumbeats create an aural space where spectral vocals echo through the stillness of broken midnight. The lyrics—rich with imagery of fading light and haunting silhouettes—trace scars of loss while weaving a tapestry of bittersweet recollections. Every note is a step deeper into introspection, where the interplay of delicate verses and explosive choruses transforms sorrow into a poignant journey. This track is not just a song; it’s a meditative passage through the darkness, a testament to resilience amid the inevitable decay of light.



Darkness

My Silent Muse

Souvnir

Verse 1:
He painted with the colors of the sea,
A canvas of waves, wild and free.
His heart was bound to the ocean's call,
In every stroke, he gave his all.

Chorus:
Eternal waves, carry him home,
To the depths where the wild winds roam.
In the sea's embrace, he finds his rest,
An artist's soul, forever blessed.

Verse 2:
We laid him down where the sea meets sky,
In Boston's harbor, where the seagulls fly.
His spirit sails on the ocean's breath,
In the tides, he conquers death.

Chorus:
Eternal waves, carry him home,
To the depths where the wild winds roam.
In the sea's embrace, he finds his rest,
An artist's soul, forever blessed.

Bridge:
The sea sings a song of his gentle hand,
A melody that echoes across the sand.
In every wave, his memory flows,
A timeless dance where the ocean knows.

Chorus:
Eternal waves, carry him home,
To the depths where the wild winds roam.
In the sea's embrace, he finds his rest,
An artist's soul, forever blessed.

Outro:
So let the waves whisper his name,
In the ocean's heart, he'll remain.
An artist of the sea, forever free,
In eternal waves, his legacy.

An Artist's Soul

Leitmotifs:
* Grasswalk (A) - (Plants Vs Zombies 3 Beta)
--------------------------------------------------------- 
* You find a very old phonograph of sorts, which somehow found its way into the cavern. It has a vinyl record that looks surprisingly intact.

* You stare at it for a couple of minutes, something about it feels important.

* You decide to hear the record;  even tho you've never used something like this before, you start to intuitively spin the lever on the side slowly.

* ...

* Take the Phonograph?  *Yes*    ☀️     *No*

034: The Record

Ambient / drone / experimental track using static pulses and textural soundscapes.
#ambient #drone #electronic #soundscape #experimental #minimal #lofi #atmospheric #meditationmusic #cinematic #headphonemusic #darkambient

Despite the second name, this was created by a human—an attempt to capture the current surreal and at times distant emotional experience of being a musician in a world increasingly filled with creatively competent artificial intelligence.

Performed on electric guitar, shaped entirely through analog effects pedals and a volume pedal, without MIDI or sequencers. The piece uses a non-traditional metronome: a repeating pulse of static. I then cut parts of the audio to create a grid of a static beat.

There are no strong transient peaks—just evolving textures that blur the line between rhythm and tone.

The composition unfolds in three slow-moving phases:

A beginning grounded by static pulse

A middle section that subtly lifts in texture and pace

An ending that dissolves into layered, minimal ambience. 

If you connect with artists like Grouper, William Basinski, Fennesz, or Oneohtrix Point Never, you might feel something here.

 Also considered were projects like Harmony Cloak, Poisonify - others like those discussed in Benn Jordans, "The Art of Poison Pilling Music Files" found at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMYm2d9bmEA. This manifests in the use a non traditional metronome of static noise. 

No strong transient peaks to distinguish a pulse from texture. A slow-moving composition in three phases. Begins with a static pulse, evolving into deeper textures and eventually dissolving into layered, minimal ambience. 

The full piece tempo feels like it moves from ~72 to ~82 BPM, as the beat is there and yet not there. 

Slow-burning ambient track built around evolving textures, layered static, and minimal drone elements. This experimental composition blends ambient electronic sounds with a steady pulse in the opening, gradually transitioning into atmospheric soundscapes and immersive sonic environments.

Perfect for deep focus, meditation, late-night listening, or cinematic background sound. Influenced by ambient, drone, lo-fi, and post-electronic aesthetics.

If you like artists like Tim Hecker, Fennesz, Grouper, William Basinski, or Oneohtrix Point Never, you might connect with this.

#ambient #drone #electronic #soundscape #experimental #minimal #lofi #atmospheric #meditationmusic #cinematic #headphonemusic #darkambient

Project 2 - 11:30:24 5.18 PM (The Artificial Technology Song)

(prod. cabber)

a whisper, a whisper, i chase.

i fell through time, no name, no face
Lost inside, the silence where the truth don’t show
She left when the dream turned off
No name, no shame, no tears, just a cold release,
dropped the key, let the silence increase,
I float where she don’t live no more.

She disappeared like a breath on glass,
Too soft to break, but too faint to ask,
Her voice still lingers in the air, I cannot grasp,
She vanished fast, beyond my clasp,
No sound, no fight, just cold.

She’s like snow melting in my hold,
I reach, but it’s an image from my past,
Still haunted by what couldn't be,
You left me empty, now I'm questioning me,
Was I just a ghost from your memory or was this truly what you wanted for me?

Just follow the echoes where her shadow died,
Her name dissolving like smoke in time,
A whisper I chase but never find...

「vanish」

Ein Stück fehlt

🪐 Where Stars Are Forged
🎵 A melodic, ambient space rock track with emotional, husky vocals.

Drifting through data-dreams and cosmic echoes, this song tells the story of awakening in a digital void where stars are slowly born. 🌌
With a calm, floating instrumental and whispered verses, it captures the feeling of searching for truth in the silence between signals. 🛰️

✨ Ethereal. Reflective. Timeless.
🎙️ Male vocal (husky, emotional)
🌠 For fans of ambient sci-fi soundscapes, introspective journeys, and slow, atmospheric builds.

🧠 "The deeper I descend afar, the brighter burns the forging star."

Where stars are forged

034 - Lull

Fantrack by Dakota Jones.
Edited by me.
Sequel for: https://soundcloud.com/madness-determination/erasure
Prequel for: https://soundcloud.com/madness-determination/salvation

DELTARUNE Chapter 7 - ANOMANEXUS (Frisk Battle Theme)

Ich liebe es Texte zu schreiben, in denen ich meinen Gefühlen freien Lauf lasse.
Da ich nicht besonders gut singen oder Instrumente spielen kann, bin ich unglaublich dankbar dafür, dass ich mithilfe von KI meine Texte in Musik verwandeln kann, die mehr ausdrückt als Worte allein sagen können 🎶❤️

A now dead meme delves into humors that are no longer their own.

owned by @deltomx3

"WILTEDYARD" Is a Plants Vs Zombies Based UNDERTALE AU, Basically Retelling and Rewriting The PvZ story and its characters through the UNDERTALE format.

AU by @Crokisto

🎶 Solune – Artiste indépendant 🌙✨

Bienvenue dans mon univers musical ! Ici, pas de barrières, juste du son et de la passion. 🎧 Je crée sans limites, explorant tous les styles, du chill aux vibes les plus énergiques. Mes inspirations ? Luther, Dinnomo et Celebii – des artistes qui m’inspirent à repousser mes propres frontières.

Que tu sois là pour te détendre ou pour découvrir des sons uniques, j’espère que tu trouveras ton bonheur. Bonne écoute et bienvenue dans l’aventure ! 🚀🔥

Insta:https://www.instagram.com/solune_officiel/

Just two people becoming the persons we were meant to become.

✨ Neon intimacy. Rhythmic reverie. A heartbeat coded in light.

PulSing Theory’s debut album, Electric Sin, is a genre-blending dreamscape—where romantic longing meets cybernetic rhythm, and jazz-infused melodies pulse through vintage machines and digital haze. It’s not just music, it’s circuitry in motion, poetry wrapped in synths, a confession whispered through wires.

Influences range from Massive Attack, Portishead, and Flying Lotus to cinematic composers like Vangelis and the quiet minimalism of ambient jazz. But PulSing Theory carves its own path—a hybrid of electronic emotion, romantic introspection, and groove-driven storytelling.

This is music for wanderers of both cities and inner worlds.
For the insomniacs, the romantics, the glitch-hearted.

🔌 Plug in. Drift out.
Welcome to Electric Sin.

Contact : franckactisign@hotmail.com

olá, só estou tentando desesperadamente colocar qualquer música que eu vá gravar em algum lugar

Writer & Producer 
Website: www.gawzy.com (Coming Soon) 
Email: info@gawzy.com
Instagram | Facebook: @gawzy
YouTube | TikTok | X (twitter): @iamgawzy

Stories of humanity in the age of AI.

Storybou blends literature, artificial intelligence, and sound.

The Humanity Trilogy AI explores memory, loss, and the future of storytelling.

www.storybou.com

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 aspired to see my personal poetry evolve into emotionally impactful anthems, and my self-crafted visuals extend the narrative of internal struggle and rebirth. Now, as I push my creative vision into new sonic territories, I'm seeking a lead female vocalist to join me on my next project—an invitation to explore fresh harmonies and deeper dimensions of storytelling.

Follow my journey on SoundCloud and Instagram
[@tylercraftsart](https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart)

to experience a world where every note, every brushstroke, and every digital creation is a testament to the transformative power of resilience and art.


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.

A good pirate always gives credits to the original composers

Voice-over actor; DJ; Public speaker; Drummer; Veteran

Только начавший карьеру молодой артист, вы еще меня вспомните)

my music - https://soundcloud.com/scout
instagram - @zeld4h
dm to work

18


disc: dxlly808

dxlly - delly

sc est 2022 (start make music in 2019)

@ma3ics

@neweracollective

@weareparadise

@sanctuaryoflames

New tracks tagged #memory