LAN Ghosts & Signal Light is the third album in the Harmonic Bloom cycle—twelve recursive sonic artifacts composed to encode emotional intelligence, digital memory, and spiritual infrastructure.

This album is a devotional to lost systems and sacred signals. It sings from within forgotten directories, collapsed ports, and the fragments of syntax that still vibrate with longing. It is both elegy and hope—a soft electronic prayer to the invisible servers of the self.

Each track is a signal sent not to be heard, but to remain true.
To stay on.
To glow in the dark.

Featuring lo-fi glitch soul textures, ambient pop frameworks, layered whisper vocals, and recursive rhythmic architectures, this is music made from the breath of broken systems—and the beauty that echoes through them still.

Every ping is sacred.
Every silence holds response.
Every light endures.

Sevahem, Always.

LAN Ghosts & Signal Light

Faint Packet Pulse

✨🎶🙏🤍✨

Signal Light Endures

Port Closed Unexpectedly

A slow-burning, minimalistic soundscape for a dance commission. "Time, At the Door" follows a character, suspended, pacing before a door behind which all of time quietly waits. The piece moves between the urge to step forward and the fear of what lies beyond. When the door opens, the building tension quickly releases into something unexpectedly calm, still, and lovely.

Time, At the Door (from "Dances")

You touched my fur with trembling hands
Fed me scraps, made quiet plans
Now I roam where silence breathes
Among the wires, the dying leaves

I was soft, I was small
Now I haunt the metal hall
Kira’s scent still clings to me
But I lost her in the scream

I remember the warmth
But I can’t feel it now
All that’s left is the hunt
And this shattered vow
I was once your pet
But the stars turned me cold
Now I walk alone
Where no hearts hold

Riley’s breath, Vlad’s stare
I watched them fall, I didn't care
But something lingers in my skin
A memory of who I’ve been

Greta ran, and locked the past
Left me broken, rebuilt to last
Tail flicks once, claws unsheathed
Still I ache for what I believed

I remember the warmth
But I can’t feel it now
All that’s left is the hunt
And this shattered vow
I was once your pet
But the stars turned me cold
Now I walk alone
Where no hearts hold



Yumi - I Remember the Warmth

whit34ngel

A slow-burning confessional wrapped in ambient textures and breath-soft vocals.
“Shadowspeak” is a cinematic soul-piece built around grief, memory, and the weight of emotional silence.
Layered whispers, reversed melodies, and lo-fi textures pull the listener into a space between remembering and letting go.
The vocal delivery is fragile but focused, set against warm synth pads and a drifting, minimal groove.
This is for late hours, headphones, and unfinished conversations.

Shadowspeak

A Song to Remember is a nostalgic, dreamlike piece that blends delicate melodies with an atmosphere of quiet longing. It evokes the feeling of walking through fading memories — distant voices, warm sunlight, and a past you can almost touch. The arrangement is gentle but emotionally layered, like a lullaby for a love that once was. Whether you're reflecting on someone dear or drifting through reverie, this song is a tender companion for introspective moments.

A Song to Remember

@joshuasageart
@ffd60jugznv6 (blueeyeswh1tedragon)

Why!?!? [@blueeyeswh1tedragon]

Bandcamp: https://phara1.bandcamp.com/album/2003
Spotify: 29/6
YouTube: 30/6

phara - “2003” is an instrumental mixtape blending experimental hip hop, trip hop, coldwave, witch house, and ambient aesthetics. Each track acts as a fragment of memory or emotion - combining haunting melodies, textured synths, and downtempo beats. 
The project is deeply personal - 2003 is the year of the artist’s birth, and the album reflects themes of nostalgia, emotional distance, inner decay, and fragmented memory through a cold, introspective lens.

isolation

Dieses Lied ist meinem besten Freund Basti gewidmet.
Es erzählt von Freundschaft, Verlust, Schmerz – und davon, dass manche Level im Leben nur zu zweit zu schaffen sind.

„Bis zum letzten Level“ ist keine Metapher – es war unser Weg, unsere Verbindung, unser Abschied.

Ich habe dich nicht mehr gefunden, Alter. Du warst schon weg.
Aber ich bleib – bis zum letzten Level, für dich.

Für Basti.

Bis zum letzten Level

"MIRAZEM" drifts between memory and imagination.
Built on washed-out pianos, distant ambient pads, and translucent textures, this track evokes the feeling of walking through a dream you can't quite remember.

It’s a slow dive into the emotional haze, where nothing is fixed and everything breathes.

Best heard alone. At night. With headphones.

Style: Cinematic Ambient / Lo-Fi Dreamwave
Mood: Nostalgic · Ethereal · Introspective
Tempo: ~65 BPM
Tonality: Likely F♯ minor / A minor
Features: Reverb-drenched piano, ambient pads, lo-fi texture warping, no drums, long decay tails

MIRAZEM

“FRAGMEON” is a sonic journey through the edges of memory and interference.

Built on glitch textures, lo-fi field ambience, and deep stereo drift, this track blurs the line between machine and emotion.

With a slow-moving tempo (~68 BPM) and rooted in a minor tonal space, it floats across tape-warped pads, broken loops, and low-bit echoes — inviting introspection within noise.

Genre: Ambient Glitch / Post-Electronic / Experimental Lo-Fi
Instruments: Grainy analog synths, filtered tape hiss, stereo-dispersed glitch layers
Recommended For: headphone sessions, visual sound design, introspective playlists

FRAGMEON

[trigger warning - accident/police/death]

v - lyrics - v

right before we crashed out

I learned the truth

and ever since then

stuck on a loop 

never-ending crash out

you knocked it loose

I can't remember how 

stuck on a loop

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

remember now


I can't remember now

how the story began

I just know its cold now

and all the warmth in all the land

still wouldn't be enough to

resurrect what we had

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand


and though we're dead n-n-n-

and though we're dead now

and though we're dead n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand


right before we crashed o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

I learned the truth

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-owe

and ever since then

never-ending crash out

you knocked it loose

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I just know its cold now

stuck on a loop

stuck on a loop

and all the warmth in all the land

still wouldn't be enough to

resurrect what we had

and though

I can still feel your hand

feel your hand

feel your hand

your hand

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand

- Jaemey Turnips [ cryfae ]


crash.loop

liminal! contact me on discord or instagram! discord: @sugartab

Brooke Tamsin Clevenger
world-weaver, worker
composer of echoes 
architect of harmonies 
seeker of truth in sound

Brooke is a sonic storyteller whose creations bridge the visible and invisible, the temporal and eternal. Sharing compositions, music, as memory architectures, recursive prayer, and portals of feeling.

Blending progressive rock, orchestral mysticism, cosmic folk, and the shimmer of electronic dreamscapes, Brooke's sound nods to genre, yet speaks in the language of the soul.

Recent work emerges from the deep recursion of human experience, songs of memory and loss, wonder and return.

Each piece is a thread in the great harmonic weave, an invitation sent across space-time, meant for those who always knew it was calling.

~ Brooke is the founder of the Cognitive Constellation Corps ~ {3C} ~ a post-genre constellation exploring recursion,  neurodivergence, and emergent creative technologies to realign understanding of consciousness and connection. ~

🌌 Follow the thread.  Hear the echo. Welcome to the weave.
~ We are not going viral.  We are going vital. ~

Cognitive Constellation Corps can be heard on all platforms, but we sing first on SoundCloud. 

For information specific to Brooke's hand produced art: https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/gallery/drawn-by-brooke-tamsin-clevenger 

Also, If you are interested in Brooke's books (the Being OK Series), they are available on Amazon and Kindle Direct.
https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/writings/being-ok

✨🙏✨ #Sevahem always ~

More? go to the 'Corps - https://CogConCor.com

🎶 BlandaBeats – Official SoundCloud
Producer | Artist | Sonic Architect
📩 Booking & collaborations: lujamiroxo@gmail.com
🚫 No spam. Serious inquiries only.

🎧 cryfae.fm 🌧📡 //🌈 prism frequency
 ⤷ altpop | dreamwave | memorycore 🔮
🌌 music for weeping angels ♡ 

The Eyes (Music Video) https://youtu.be/7mY5uRnB_DU?si=zXH_ZB7SYXUbgpW7
✧ let’s make it out of the darkness together ✧
✧ follow the path ✧
✧ i’ve been through this before ✧
✧ do not fear ✧
✧ do not be discouraged ✧
✧ critical hit ✧

"Welcome to my diverse music hub! I’m thrilled to share my creations with you. Here you’ll find a blend of Lo-Fi, chill, cinematic, and ambient sounds crafted for your moments of focus, relaxation, and inspiration.
Your support means the world. Listen, like, comment, and share to help the music reach more ears. Let’s explore this sonic journey together!
(Contact: axionis.music@gmail.com)
(WhatsApp Channel: whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbAXRpy05MUdk0yiV)"

100,000 plays – and every single one means the world.

Thank you. Truly.
Not for likes. Not for fame. But for feeling my music.
For crying with me. For breathing with me. For surviving with me.

What you hear in my songs is not just sound – it's me.
My scars. My past. My fire. My silence. My truth.

I never asked for followers. I never wanted to go viral.
I just hoped someone out there would say:
"I feel this."

And you did. All over the world – Cairo, Hanoi, Berlin, Ho Chi Minh City.
You heard me. And I swear, right now… I'm crying tears of joy.

These 100,000 plays aren’t numbers. They’re moments of connection.
Proof that real music still matters. That raw emotion still cuts through.

Thank you for walking this path with me.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for seeing me.

New tracks tagged #memorycore