Arcade Light

Silhouette

Hit The Streets

L.A. Heat

Doze

TCR_69_6_15

CURITIBA

Retro series number 5
Composition, mixing and mastering by GSD
Image by Aitubo

Sunset 81

LifeOnYourOwn (slowed)

DARKWATERS - POP TYPE BEATS (76)

Broken Light

Up on the Sun

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released November 3, 2025

Vocals on Echoes Written and Performed By Kate MacLean

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Drifting Pages (Empty Page instrumental)

Sanddrachen Geflüster

Tanz der Drachen

Story
The Flame of Echo - The Sound of Life
At the edge of time, when dawn still had no name, an echo was born. It was neither a cry nor a song, but a fracture in the fabric of the soul. It emerged without mother or father, without wind to push it or sea to silence it. It was the invisible pulse that trembled in every leaf, in every skin, in every shadow that dared to exist.
The ancients called it Zilarra, the silver whisper. They said it lived in the heart of trees, in the crevices of the mountains, in the first cry of newborns and in the last breath of the dying. It was not music, but it taught one to fly. It was not a word, but it spoke in all languages.
Zilarra walked with the children who ran without fear, and sat beside the elders who watched the sun set with farewell eyes. It was a drum of hope, a flute of pain, and in its secret melody the history of the world was woven.
One day, a nameless wanderer perhaps you, perhaps I heard it. Not with his ears, but with his soul. In the midst of silence, among ruins of steel and starless skies, he felt the echo break the chrome of the world. He didn't ask for applause. He offered no answers. He just burned.
The wanderer followed his flame, crossing deserts of oblivion and seas of memory. Each step was a verse, each tear a note. And so, without map or destination, he discovered that the echo wasn't something you find, but something you remember.
Because Zilarra doesn't live in places. She lives in moments. In the tremor before the kiss. In the emptiness after the goodbye. In the fire that doesn't burn, but transforms.

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