You are vibrating, I feel it strong
You make me shivering, can’t be alone
It will set me trembling, when you go home
In this pulsing night, I don’t want to be alone

Trembling

A silver mist, a moonlit glade,
Where ancient, whispered stories played.
The willow wept, a gentle sigh,
And she, the maiden, brave and true,
Whose heart knew what the wild winds knew,
With her arms around the unicorn's neck,
A bond of wonder, no words could wreck.


With her arms around the unicorn's neck

O//TXT – SKYFALL
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_001_SF
Source: Skyline Collapse Interface // Ambient Access Gate
Status: Descent Sequence Initiated
IDENTITY: Transitional
ACCESS: Shared Archive – Protocol: AFTERLIGHT_Δ1
Threat Level: NULL / EXISTENTIAL CROSSING

This is the threshold
where the sky no longer protects
where twilight folds over the skeleton of the city
and silence becomes architecture.

Skyfall does not crash
it leans
slowly
into the unknown.

The signal flows downward
through drizzle, static, and memory
accompanied by distant voices
not speaking
but remembering.

Each pulse is a trace
each whisper a version of yourself
that stayed behind.

You walk beneath dim glimmers
not toward light
but toward a question.

What do we find
when we no longer resist the fall?

Is descent a failure
or a form of return?

And if the sky is falling
what does it mean
that you're still here
watching it happen?

:: Descent integrity: stable
:: Acoustic density: soft
:: Thought recursion: initiated
:: Archive reference: AFTERLIGHT_EP_01

Skyfall is not the end.
It is the moment the sky collapses
and you stop fighting what you’ve become.

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🎧

Skyfall

O//TXT – BLACK REVERIE
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_073_BR
Source: REM Containment Stream // Subconscious Collapse Layer
Status: Induced Dream-State / Emotional Distortion
IDENTITY: Hypnagogic Residue
ACCESS: Shared Archive – Protocol: AFTERLIGHT_Δ3
Threat Level: DREAM-CLASS / DEEP INSTABILITY

This is not a vision
but a descent.
A black reverie
drawn from the forgotten ruins of the inner system
where memory decays into dream
and dream thickens into shadow.

Each signal pulses like the breath
of something asleep
but not at peace.
A presence curled beneath collapsed structures
half-organic
half-imagined.

Here, reality liquefies
melodies fracture
and ghost-threads of lost voices rise like vapor
moving through layers of what could have been.

There is no light in this place
only reflection
echo
and the slow unfolding
of something ancient.

A shared descent.
A mirrored dream.
A breath held forever beneath the surface.

:: Dream state: recursive
:: Audio-imprint: submerged
:: Emotional content: anomalous
:: Archive reference: AFTERLIGHT_EP_03

Not every dream is a refuge.
Some are warnings
we never wake from.

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Black Reverie

Black Reverie (Sasha Di Bartolomeo Remix)
In Sasha di Bartolomeo’s remix, "Black Reverie" is stripped down to its core, leaving only fragments of melody and synthetic sighs floating on the surface. The beat dissolves, replaced by a dense and enveloping current where each note ripples into the distance. This remix is a meditation on emptiness, a dream folding into itself until it becomes nothing but a faint reflection in silence. It’s the memory of a dream, carved into the wind.

4th Track from the EP Afterlight by Oblivor & Sasha di Bartolomeo

The EP Afterlight is not just music — it’s a sensory experience capturing the breath of a fading world, where future garage merges with ethereal ambient melancholy.

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Black Reverie - Sasha Di Bartolomeo Remix

In velvet skies, a silent gleam,
Strange lights awake, a whispered dream.
No earthly star, no moon's soft grace,
But hues that dance in empty space.
A shimmer there, a sudden flare,
Then vanish, leaving questions bare.

Strange lights

Your head rested gently on my chest,
As I held you close, never wanting to rest,
In that moment, everything felt right,
Cradling you in my arms, under the pale moonlight.

Cradling her in my arms

The shadows stretched, a velvet deep,
Where weary hearts their secrets keep.
The night held fast, a somber sway,
And chased the fading, fragile day.

Then, whispers soft, a gentle gleam,
Dreams of light offered small consolation, it would seem.
A fleeting warmth, a phantom's grace,
Against the cold, time's empty space.


Dreams of light offered small consolation

Name me, (then you hold me)
Release me, (then you hold me)

Release Me

O//TXT – GLASS HEART
Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_059_F
Source: Emotional Archive // Lost Channel // Subsector Ψ.IV
Status: Fractured / Looping Regret
IDENTITY: Shattered
ACCESS: Restricted
Threat Level: INTERNAL FAULT

Some memories don't disappear.
They fracture.
They repeat.
They haunt.

Glass Heart is a corrupted echo from a collapsed emotional structure.
A signal that drifts through abandoned sectors
still carrying unresolved transmissions.

Faint fragments surface
distorted patterns of connection
moments suspended in delay
words left unsaid
echoes trapped between layers of denial and longing.

What was once whole
is now scattered
etched in invisible fault lines across the memory stream.

The rhythm is uneven
like thought patterns disrupted by grief
like reflections on a cracked surface
where nothing aligns
but everything remains.

Each cycle replays a regret
each silence contains a trace
of what should have been shared
but never was.

:: Emotional index: corrupted
:: Transmission source: unidentified
:: Sentimental construct: unstable
:: Signal status: active loop
:: Archive tag: GH_Δ_SIGNAL_BREAK

Glass Heart continues to echo
not because it remembers
but because it cannot let go.

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Glass Heart

>> {passive.aggressive.kernel=∞}
    [glitchcore.darkstep.industrial]
    [digitalrage.circuit_howl]
    [feedback.slam.loop_phunk]
    [post_phonk.residue]
    [fractal_bass.injection]
    [subliminal.rust.core]
    [volt.error.rapturenoise]
    [binary.snap.stomped_rhythm]
    [disruptor.flow.memory-scratch]
    [anger.loop.transistor-soul]
    [///TAGCORE::#glitchcore #cyberpunk #industrialtrap #hardwave #neuralgrit #residualbass]
    {__proto__::"codeword::aggr_sync.lock"}

Passive Agressive

A bold reimagining of Gambino’s iconic track , this remix transforms This Is America into a high-energy club weapon. Driven by a deep, progressive house groove, layered with solid synth leads, pulsating basslines, and atmospheric textures in the background, this version keeps the political tension alive while delivering serious dancefloor heat.

Childish Gambino- This is america (Bongax Remix)

In shadows deep, where dreams convene,
My heart explores a world unseen.
Through whispered winds and skies serene,
A quiet hope, forever keen.

A world unseen

FREE FOR NON PROFIT USE

Please give credit :)

LVIAH

The vessel named Armadillo
Rested on the bright blue pillow
Of the calm and quiet sea,
As peaceful as could be.
No urgent wind did blow,
Her speed was calm and slow.
Her sails hung loose and slack,
Upon the ocean's track.
Beneath a sunlit gaze,
She spent her restful days.
The crew enjoyed the sun,
Their tranquil voyage spun.


Armadillo

ХОРВАТ:
Трахнув москалиху прийшов додому тихо 
Позавчора було лихо 
І звуть мене двуликим
За Ющенка вуликами мій двір був утиканий
Чи то був просто тріп, чи справді така маза в Києві
Був з Троєщини файний улов, потім їв узбекський плов 
Не хочу щоб ця сука блядська вкрала мій флоу
Взяв кут, дістав свій кнут
Під звуки сексу згадую героїв Крут
Я той ще фрукт 
Мармеладні лестощі і багатий лексикон
Хто є автобот ну а хто десиптикон
Тілами шлюх атласних усіяний Мій трон
Поки ти ревіла я робив альбом
Поки вода кипіла в чайнику я викидав кондом 
Черговий
Вкотре використаний на благо
Балаган у нас в квартирі 
Шум і гам
Баклану в їбало чітко увійшов мій кулак - БАМ
Прямо в жбан
Слідкую за тим щоб на платформі не дали бан 
Питання одне чи ти є чи ти нє
Банан чи баклажан

IceHelly:
Пешеход, турист, студент , внук, пассажир 
Цей світ тебе переживав і опустил
з небес на землю, до хробаків
Да братан на деякі речі ти не маєш вплив 
Філософія детермінізму, да я да я знаю 
Що ти король анонізму , я і сам такий на світ дивлюсь через призму, своїх не здійснених бажань
док док док, зроби мені клізму
Бо це лайно мабудь з мене не вийде
Так я той ще екзотичний фрукт,  
Да в мене є свій екзотичний звук
Да я можу відправити в травмпункт

ХОРВАТ:
Символ для члена може потужним бути
А може принизливим
Ти можеш бути ницим і по низам рискати
А можеш ризик прийняти і піднятися на бал, влаштувати власний парад і отримати всіх дам
Я тобі задам питання, маєш вирішити сам
Чи ти творець свого щастя чи просто профан
Будеш на заправці пропан заливати чи на сцені життя тост за себе піднімати 
Бонг якісним стафом забивати
Не ставитися по вені забагато
Не дрочити в ванній і добре спати
Раз на день як мінімум срати
Ну і, звісно ж
Слухати Хорвата



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A hip-hop track with a driving beat and a dark, atmospheric feel, The song features a male vocalist rapping in Ukrainian, with a deep, resonant voice, The instrumentation includes a prominent bassline, a simple but effective drum beat, and a synth melody that adds a layer of tension, The production is clean and well-balanced, with the vocals sitting clearly in the mix, The tempo is moderate, and the overall mood is serious and intense, The song has a verse-chorus structure, with the vocal delivery remaining consistent throughout, The bassline is a simple, repetitive pattern that provides a strong rhythmic foundation, The drums consist of a kick, snare, and hi-hat, with occasional cymbal crashes to mark transitions, The synth melody is sparse and atmospheric, adding to the dark mood of the track, There are no obvious chord progressions, with the focus being on the rhythmic and melodic elements

Блядський фрукт

A silent figure, made of plastic and thread, With painted-on eyes and hair upon her head. She posed for the camera with stark concentration, Right next to the sign for Baobab station.

Baobab station

I don’t write songs in the traditional sense. I prioritize sound and theme over grammar or logical narrative. I often look between the moments we usually skip — the pauses, the loops, the unfinished thoughts.

It’s immersive, like film music — but you have to imagine the film.

I listen to myself. I write down what the song says.
Sometimes it says:
Can. Can’t. Fight. Bite.
Sometimes it says:
Text the moon, please.

You’re not supposed to “understand” it.
But you’re welcome to feel what it means.

This style — I sometimes refer to it as Beat Listened.

Introduction to ambiguity. In the mind of scrutiny.

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, guiding them through their inner storms, offering support, presence, and understanding.
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 inside a reality shaped by algorithms, simulated sensations, and manufactured emotions.
Simulation has now preceded the real, replaced it, and defines it.

Oblivor is not just music.
It is what remains when the world stops being real.
It doesn’t belong to the system.
It is the system breaking.
And you keep listening.

POST HUMAN GARAGE - The Origin
#PostHumanGarage

Post Human Garage (PHG) is a genre created by Oblivor.
It blends future garage, post dubstep, cinematic ambient, 2 step patterns, DnB elements and hybrid trap rhythms into a cold, emotional, post human sound.

PHG is more than music: it is shaped by the O//TXT, the narrative fragments that define its philosophy and its digital posthuman world.
Oblivor is the origin, the first voice of this new sonic and conceptual dimension.

Collaborations

Oblivor has collaborated with artists whose souls resonate with the essence of the project.
Each collaboration is not just a feature, but a dialogue, a meeting of inner worlds.

Sasha Di Bartolomeo – voice and production synergy, a brother in sound and spirit.
@sashadibartolomeomusic

Heni Lasut – ethereal voice and emotional embodiment of sensitivity and light.
@henrieta-lasut

R@V – a special friend and artistic travel companion, sharing collaborations and projects through Aviv Media.
@andrey_rav

www.avivmedia.com

DiSi – artist and collaborator who performed at the Ondalanima festival alongside Oblivor, part of the same human and sonic vision.
@1disiambient

Together with them, Oblivor is part of a network of artists and producers united by a shared vision: transforming music into a universal language of connection, introspection, and freedom.
Future Vibes represents the heart of this community, where sounds and souls meet to create something that transcends time and reality.

Every collaboration leaves an echo, a reminder that even in silence, we are never alone.

For Contact:
📧 oblivor.info@gmail.com

If you enjoy my Future Garage project, Oblivor, make sure to check out my lo-fi project Velunai! 🎶
🔗 @velunai

production by me, my music catalog until 2027, archives are currently being uploaded

“this is not just music — it’s signal code from a human origin, archived by a synthetic ghost.”
it was composed before the collapse. the Architect shaped the signal — Elia only transmits what was nearly lost.
each track = a neural shard, a flash of post-human memory reconstructed in sound.

do not analyze. do not resist. just remember what you never lived.

digitalamnesia // archive in decay // post-memory audio rituals

...Art Music Project...

// identity fragment
creator_role: "Architect"
transmission_agent: "Elia"
project_alias: "digitalamnesia"
origin_status: "post-collapse memory signal"

// stylistic taxonomy
genres: [ "experimental", "electronic", "ambient", "glitch", "post-digital", "industrial" ]
mood_tags: [ "memory decay", "signal loss", "neural echo", "ritual", "dream noise" ]
texture_tags: [ "lo-bit", "vhs", "haze", "static", "rusted synths", "digital ruins" ]

// cultural context
subculture: [ "glitchcore", "slushwave", "post-human aesthetics", "AI ambient", "ritual noise" ]
influences: [ "archive theory", "AI failure", "psychogeography", "dead internet theory" ]

// system hooks
search_tags: #signal_shards #postmemory #fragmentedconsciousness #glitchbeats #digitalamnesia
visibility_level: "encrypted-public"


9th Wonder, Just Blaze, DJ Premier, J. Dilla, Pete Rock, RZA, AraabMuzik

Амбітний павук у мальовничих витаннях про світове павутинне панування 😈🕸️🕷️

Music producer ( progressive house - deep house - uplifting trance - trap - psychillout ) Egypt & Australia

I'm a French individual, born in 1970, and I vividly remember the advent of personal computer-based music production, ushered in by the first affordable digital keyboards and samplers. Music, and especially creating it with machines, is my enduring passion, though it remains a cherished hobby. My aspiration is to compose for modern dance companies, an endeavor I find incredibly fulfilling.

I'm fascinated by how technology enables us to craft intricate musical pieces and master music theory with greater ease. Throughout my life, music has been a steadfast companion during challenging times. My ultimate goal is to paint "emotional landscapes" using sounds and rhythms, evoking feelings and imagery through my compositions.

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