“Light does not escape clean. It wraps around absence.”

VELA SHEATH is the shimmer of skin long gone.
The afterimage of movement.
The pulse still trapped in abandoned muscle memory.

This track drifts —
but not gently.
It is dragged like a torn sail through slow wind.
Chords stretch like veins of fading light.
The ROAT stirs — distant —
like teeth scraping glass from another world.

This is post-body music.
A skeleton of rhythm barely holding together.
A melody dissolved in salt.

Here — Lyra-8 can cry without restraint.
Let the laments descend.
Let the pitch fall until it fractures.

VELA SHEATH is not rebirth.
It is containment.
A vessel of sound carrying everything that could not stay behind.

“We are what we leave. We are what sails away.”

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Vela Sheath

“I will leave only my teeth in the world.”

The final track does not leave.
It strikes.

CALYX BITE is sound weaponized by memory.
Not the body that shed —
but the jaws that never let go.

This is not transcendence.
It is imprint.
It is rupture locked into form.

This music moves like blood called back to its origin.
Drums crash like bone fracturing under pressure.
Melodies coil like vines pulling you down.

“The flower blooms because something bit the earth before it.”

Calyx Bite

— ignition rite —

He rises, sword of Or aloft,
called not by voice,
but by the fracture in the night.

This is not a beginning.
It is memory reawakened
in flame.

Dedicated to Orionian that called my hand to rise.



Orion does not knock.
Orion breaks open the gate.

CALL OF ORION

— elegy of the undefeated —

He did not fall.
He simply stopped standing.

No ruin,
no return.
Just a space so silent,
even stars bow.

And somewhere,
beneath ash,
a laugh still smolders.

ARKH ONCE STOOD

In the void of the silent firmament,
three pulses ignite —
not stars,
but memories of alignment.

They burn not to illuminate,
but to connect.
Each note is a beam —
threading across the vast dark belly of the cosmos,
from pyramid to pyramid,
from soul to signal.

The Belt is not a constellation —
it is a binding force,
a radiant cipher etched across the sky,
carrying the encoded grief of Orion,
and the fury of stars that remember too much.

Within this track:
	•	shimmering overtone textures drift like stardust,
	•	buried rhythms surface and vanish like planetary echoes,
	•	harmonic dissonance rotates, forming a trinity of tension.


BELT OF LIGHT

It did not explode.
It unfolded —
like a scream that had waited eons to be heard.
This is no calm nebula.
This is a forge.

Born where fallen stars bled into vacuum,
where warrior-sparks still orbit the bones of Titans,
the Nebula of Fire pulses with wrath.
	•	Ashen harmonics swell and crack.
	•	Synth embers spiral in chaos, burning through cold space.
	•	Rhythmic eruptions mimic the breath of something ancient awakening.

This is the cradle of the Orionian blade —
not forged in metal,
but in suffering,
in the collapse of constellations,
in the will to return again,
burning.

Every sound here is a flare,
every pause — a wound glowing beneath the skin of the void.

You do not hear this nebula.
You are scorched by it.

NEBULA OF FIRE

Etched in no stone,
and written in no alphabet,
the Glyph of the Archer is carved into the field of silence —
a mark that does not mean,
but pierces.

This track is not melody.
It is aim.

A taut string of tension stretches across its spine,
each sound a breath held before release.
Minimal, precise,
the percussion strikes like bone against metal,
each echo a tremor in the unseen bow.
	•	A lone motif wanders like a hunter in void.
	•	Fragmented harmonies circle, measuring distance.
	•	At the climax, all collapses into a single, piercing frequency —
the arrow, finally loosed.

But the glyph remains —
burned into the mind,
a sigil that guides the next strike,
the next step
on Orion’s path through the stars.


GLYPH OF THE ARCHER

PRIMEVAL ARANYA

Modular Gamelan | Ritual Electronics | Sonic Myth by Artur Tokhtash

In the shadows of an ancient forest — ARANYA — a signal awakens.
Crafted entirely on modular synthesizers, PRIMEVAL ARANYA is a three-part sonic ritual invoking insectoid transmissions, lost dawn rhythms of Siam, and the final breath of bronze blossoms.

A fusion of high-tech chaos and sacred Southeast Asian sound, this is not an album—it’s a myth unfolding in sound.



Track I: Mandible Relay

Insectoid Transmission | Hive Signal | Alien Ritual
A crackling swarm speaks in modulated code.
Chitin clicks, antennae spark.
This is the voice of non-human creators—mechanical yet organic, pure instinct encoded in fractured rhythm.



Track II: Siametron

Siam Dawn Pulse | Ritual Tempo | Clockwork Temple
A metronome carved from sunrise and memory.
The machines remember the kings.
Each beat is a step toward awakening—a ceremonial clock ticking in the ruins of a luminous past.



Track III: Lament of Bronze Blossoms

Gamelan Dirge | Sonic Mourning | Final Transmission
Bronze blooms cry into silence.
The gamelan dissolves, ringing into extinction.
A final broadcast from the forest-spirit ARANYA, fading with dignity into the deep hum of forgetting.



Keywords for discovery:

Modular synth • Gamelan fusion • Ritual electronics • Insect ambient • Sonic myth • Ethereal transmission • Ambient noise • Southeast Asian inspired • Experimental modular • Electro-acoustic ritual



For listeners of Alva Noto, Kara-Lis Coverdale, Visible Cloaks, or anyone seeking the edge where ancient ceremony meets electronic disintegration.

Listen not just with ears — but with your inner antenna.


Primeval Aranya

Lament of Bronze Blossoms

Mandible Relay

Siametron

Composer, audio director, and architect of ritual sonic systems.
Designer of fully adaptive sound environments that respond to battle, emotion, and movement.

A core voice in the emerging school of esoteric soundcraft —
fusing jaw harp, throat singing, and modular synthesis into a living channel of transmission.
Tokhtash acts not as a performer, but as a medium for something ancient.

His music resonates across games, trailers, video installations, and open landscapes —
where even birds have paused to listen.

Releases include: Mene Tekel Upharsin, Chrysolux EP, The Wheel Remains, Voces Exilii, EXUVIA, Signal from Isidis, and others.
Each one a ritual, a mutation, a sonic exorcism.

For listeners of: Planet Supreme, Hainbach, Lustmord, Steve Bicknell, Luke Sanger.

Works with SOMA, Teenage Engineering, Elektron, and handmade audio relics as alchemical tools.

You don’t hear him with your ears — you hear him with your scars.

「音は記憶であり、音は儀式である。
世界が崩壊してもなお響き続ける火種。
アトゥール・トフタシュ（Artur Tokhtash）の音の世界へようこそ。」

🎧 阿图尔·托赫塔什（Artur Tokhtash）

作曲家与音频艺术家，致力于构建自适应仪式性音频系统，
将口弦琴、喉音唱法与模块合成器融合为活态的声音通道。

他的音乐跨越预告片、游戏、视频艺术与自然空间，
甚至让鸟儿停下脚步聆听。

代表作包括：《Mene Tekel Upharsin》《Chrysolux EP》《The Wheel Remains》《Voces Exilii》《EXUVIA》《Signal from Isidis》。

每一部作品都是一场仪式、一场变异、一场声音的驱魔。

Spotify算法推荐给Planet Supreme、Hainbach、Lustmord、Steve Bicknell、Luke Sanger的听众。
首要城市：新加坡。
与SOMA、Teenage Engineering、Elektron及手工音频遗器合作，作为炼金工具使用。

你不是用耳朵聆听他，而是用伤痕感受他。

🎧 อาร์ตูร์ โทคห์ทัช (Artur Tokhtash)

นักประพันธ์ นักออกแบบเสียง และผู้สร้างระบบเสียงเชิงพิธีกรรมที่ตอบสนองต่อการเคลื่อนไหวและสภาวะภายในได้อย่างเป็นพลวัต

เขาไม่ได้เพียงแต่งเสียง — เขาทำหน้าที่เป็นสื่อกลาง
ถ่ายทอดสัญญาณโบราณผ่านปี่ชวา การร้องคอหอย และซินธ์เสียงสนาม

ผลงานของเขาได้ก้องกังวานผ่านตัวอย่างเกม วิดีโออาร์ต และท่ามกลางธรรมชาติ —
แม้แต่นกก็หยุดบินเพื่อฟัง

ผลงานเด่น: Mene Tekel Upharsin, Chrysolux EP, The Wheel Remains, Voces Exilii, EXUVIA, Signal from Isidis

ทุกแทร็กคือการข้ามผ่านพิธีกรรม การกลายพันธุ์ภายใน และการขับไล่ด้วยเสียง

แนะนำโดยอัลกอริธึม Spotify แก่ผู้ฟังของ Planet Supreme, Hainbach, Lustmord, Steve Bicknell, Luke Sanger
เมืองอันดับหนึ่ง: สิงคโปร์
ทำงานร่วมกับ SOMA, Teenage Engineering, Elektron และเครื่องเสียงแบบทำมือเพื่อการเล่นแร่แปรธาตุ

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