Not a map.
Not a warning.

Just the quiet knowledge
that appears
between one world and the next.

LYRICS// 
Before the doors opened,
before the mirrors cracked into eight,
before the characters took breath
from a story they thought they understood
there were the Instructions.

Silent.
Invisible.
Unavoidable.

Every world needs rules.
Every soul needs a boundary
to reveal its shape.
Every illusion contains a warning
for those who walk too far
without a guide.

And you,
the one listening now,
you entered this book
carrying no map,
no compass
only trust.

For that…
I honor you.

The Instructions were never written
in the margins or the pages.
They were carved in silence,
breathed in pauses,
hidden in what you felt
but couldn’t explain.

You sensed them
when the child trembled.
You sensed them
when Z spoke in riddles.
You sensed them
when Ø appeared without footsteps,
like a truth that was always there
but never named.

The Instructions were guiding you
not to understand,
but to unlearn.

Follow the path,
but question the road.
Hold the mirror,
but fear not the face.
Seek the center
between breath and thought
for every world begins
where silence is taught.

Chapter 1 taught you presence.
Chapter 2 taught you chaos.
Chapter 3 taught you doors.
Chapter 4 taught you love and loss.
Chapter 5 taught you memory.
Chapter 6 taught you illusion.
Chapter 7 taught you dissolution.
Chapter 8 taught you unity.

But the Instructions…
they teach you yourself.

You learned to walk between realities
without falling.
You learned to question
without breaking.
You learned to observe
without drowning.

This book did not change you.
It revealed you.

Hear the laws
as they were meant to be heard:

No character is ever separate.
No timeline is ever fixed.
No version of you is ever lost.
Every confusion is an initiation.
Every silence is a message.
Every mirror is a teacher.
Every fear is a guardian.
And every ending
is only another instruction.

To you, reader,
traveler of inner worlds,
listener of hidden echoes:

Thank you
for respecting the structure
you could not see,
for obeying the rules
you did not know,
for trusting the voice
that guided without form.

You are not a spectator
to this story.
You are part of its machinery.
You are written inside it
as much as it is written
inside you.

Before I release you
back to your world
remember:

The story obeys the Instructions.
The Instructions obey the Source.
And the Source…
obeys nothing.

The Reflection Of One

The Instructions Between Worlds

Ø: Mirrors is the opening threshold of The Reflection of One.

A slow awakening.
A fractured memory.
A door appearing where none should exist.

This track is not meant to be understood, but entered.
It introduces the listener to the first reflection the moment where identity begins to crack and the journey inward starts.

Listen in silence.
Listen without expectation.
The mirror is already watching.
LYRICS //
Before the mirrors broke into eight,
before the child trembled in the dusty car,
before the old man whispered the truth, I spent a lifetime avoiding
there was only silence. 
A silence older than stories,
older than fear,
older than me.
Tonight…
 I return to it.
To the one who opened this book,
who walked with me through smoke,
through dawn,
through grief,
through laughter that hid wounds,
through questions sharper than blades
thank you.
You carried the weight of every chapter
as if it were your own memory.
Maybe it was.
Maybe nothing we read is ever truly separate.
Maybe stories choose us
because they recognize something sleeping inside.
You saw me pray at Fajr,
breathing cold air that reminded me
of my grandfather’s hands
steady, warm, unbreakable.
You walked with me through university halls,
rushed mornings, forgotten exams,
Gregorio’s jokes dissolving my fear,
Google’s silence teaching me more
than any lecture ever did.
You sat with me in rooms full of smoke,
where words unlocked doors
I didn’t know existed,
where Z revealed
what I thought I wasn’t ready to hear.
And through every door,
every memory,
every version of myself
you stayed.
Through broken mirrors,
through shifting timelines,
through the sea hissing my name,
through love that burned beautiful
but never stayed,
through Angel’s fragile promise
we both knew would shatter
you stayed.
And because you stayed,
I survived myself.
You followed me
to the room with many doors,
where identities hung like coats
waiting to be worn again.

You listened
when silence grew heavier than words,
when X trembled,
when Y drowned,
when Z awakened,
when Ø waited in the shadows
for me to remember
what cannot be forgotten.
You saw me fight illusions
I carved with my own hands.
You watched me break,
and un-break,
and break again
until breaking became becoming.
So hear me now,
as I close the circle
we opened together:
Every chapter was a mirror.
Every mirror was a door.
Every door led to one truth:
There is no “I,”
no “you,”
no “them”
only reflections searching
for the courage
to return to Ø.
To the reader
thank you.
For turning these pages with tenderness.
For questioning what you feared.
For seeing yourself
hidden between my lines.
For giving me the honor
of being a part of your inner world,
even if only for a moment.
Books end.
But what they awaken…
never does.
Before you leave,
I leave you this:
Every reflection meets its origin.
Every origin hides a question.
And every reader…
is also being read.
If all the versions were me…
and the silence was Ø…
then who were you
while reading me?

The Reflection of One

Ø: Mirrors

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Music, words, inner worlds.
The Reflection of One
Sound is placed, not played.
Silence is never empty.
What you hear is not a voice,
but a shift in perspective.
Figures appear, then dissolve.
Names don’t matter.
Only angles do.
Nothing stands above this world.
Meaning emerges where attention rests.
If something unsettles you,
pause.
That’s the point.

The Instructions Between Worlds

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