This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as a 20-track investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

Maybe it is you who wandered away,
while I remained, holding the thread.
You speak of silence as if it were mine,
but I hear your echo fading instead.

The air bends around your shadow,
your hand reaches yet never touches.
I walk the streets with weight in my bones,
you drift like smoke through doors unlatched.

The clocks keep time on my pulse,
their ticking anchored in my skin.
Your face is still but never breathing,
your smile unmoving, painted thin.

Perhaps it is you who sleeps without waking,
and I who bear the burden of light.
Perhaps the candles burn only for me,
while your world has vanished to night.

You call my name from the other side,
yet your lips do not part at all.
I answer back with sound and warmth,
you remain behind a distant wall.

I taste the salt of food and sweat,
I feel the wind against my chest.
You move through walls without a sound,
you never hunger, never rest.

Maybe I am the only one standing,
while you have fallen into the ground.
Maybe the mirror betrays your shape,
while I still leave a breathing sound.

Your eyes do not follow the sun,
they hold no color, only glass.
My body aches from living hours,
your body lingers, built to pass.

So tell me again, who lives, who fades?
The silence grows where you once stood.
Maybe it is you who lies in the earth,
and me who still carries the blood.

Maybe you are the ghost

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Maybe you are the ghost

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