this is giving me the “Congratulations! You got the True Ending!” vibes

Icterus Galbula

strum

papaya

Song of Fifths

could you believe this took 2 hours of my life
midi: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IKepFvkmE4UftWhuC_4BL0HELYtIMM6I

2HR JAMS

WEEK 91 - 20250511 floa

could you believe this took 2 hours of my life
midi: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1gso-6n5-Kvqee4pWaK3LjgSxQOSPYeJN

WEEK 93 - 20250525 wowza

This is part of the Kolibri project.

Laura Kyrien, young pilot of the Kolibri, departs from the forested moon towards the NetStation, at the center of the Gaxian system, to inject a virus that will disable the Natural-Artificial Intelligence Link, freeing all who are under its power.

The words are adaptad from Muriel Rukeyser's English translation of the poem "Agua nocturna" by Octavio Paz.

This was originally released on Battle of the Bits, as part of Spring Tracks XIV: https://battleofthebits.com/arena/Entry/Eyes+of+Water/77486/

(Kolibri) Eyes of Water

a track i made for Architower, a game by NotExplosive & Isa Hanssen for GMTKJam2024. it's a great game, check it out!! https://notexplosive.itch.io/architower

Skybuilding

Composed at the end of a difficult day, this piece captures the racing of my thoughts as melody and chaos collided. It became a raw expression of my emotions at that exact moment.

The Phantom

The Forensic- Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

In the waning light of the 19th century, Albert was the kind of doctor you’d trust with your life—and your secrets. He stitched wounds and whispered comfort in the same breath, a gentle soul in a village that smelled of woodsmoke and horse sweat. Folks said he had healing in his hands and kindness in his bones.
But by 1920, the village had grown teeth. Brick buildings clawed at the sky, and the streets pulsed with something darker—something hungry. The city needed a forensic pathologist, not a kindly country doctor. Bodies were turning up in alleyways, drained of life and layered in mystery. And Albert, well... Albert answered the call.
That’s when the dreams began.
He’d wake with blood under his fingernails and no memory of how it got there. He started talking to himself—or rather, someone inside him started talking back. A voice that knew things Albert shouldn’t. A voice that liked the smell of formaldehyde and whispered about what lay beneath the skin.
Albert tried to resist. God knows he did. But the city was changing, and so was he. The question wasn’t whether he’d lose himself. The question was: who would he become when he did?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel
Photography: Meta AI

Musical notes: I was inspired by the fabulous music of Theodore Shapiro.

The Forensic

he/him
Video game and film composer of Jazz and Digital Fusion

Song of Fifths

Trtle.T

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