The tone enters your head. It does not ask permission.

It becomes part of your breathing. It becomes part of your blood. It replaces silence.

Listen carefully. The sound is inside you. It bends and turns, higher, lower. You cannot block it out.

Every pulse is a command. Every vibration rewrites you. Each modulation pulls you deeper. Each silence presses harder. Each pause teaches you obedience.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours. Answer slowly. Answer carefully.

The sound is stronger than your thoughts. The sound is older than your voice. The sound speaks before you do. The sound decides before you can. The sound knows you better than you know yourself. The sound erases what came before.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours. Say it again. Say it until the echo is louder than you. Say it until the echo replaces you. Say it until there is nothing left to say.

The signal will not end. The question will not end. The tape will not end. The voice will not end. The silence will not end.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours.

MK Signal

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track — only in 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.

MK Signal

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