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Chapter Six

The drums faded into distance. The golden army vanished into mist. And in their place came a wind—warm, gentle, and full of memory. It swept through the valley like breath from the earth itself, curling around the father and daughter.

They didn’t speak. There was no need. The wind carried them forward, though their steps were light and unforced. A melody rose in the air—soft, distant, a heavenly piano that shimmered like sunlight through water, each note lifting the heart as if touched by light itself.

The daughter walked slightly ahead now, no longer clutching her father’s hand. Her stride had changed—longer, more sure. She glanced back once, offering a quiet smile, then faced forward again. The path was dissolving into golden haze, the landscape softening like the final moments of a dream.

As the melody grew bigger, the wind swirled upward, lifting her feet from the earth. Her eyes closed, arms outstretched, as the warm air carried her higher, the notes cradling her like wings. She felt something stir inside her—not fear, not even excitement, but knowing. A calm truth. The journey had shaped her. She had seen mystery, wonder, danger, awe. And through it all, she had learned to trust her feet, her breath, her heart.

The wind grew brighter, lighter. The air itself seemed to dissolve, and her eyelids grew heavy.

When she opened them, she was home.

Her room was quiet, the morning light soft on the windowsill. Outside, birds called gently. The journey was gone—but not lost. It lived within her now: in the dust on her satchel, the curve of her spine, the rhythm in her breath.

She turned her face to the window, eyes filled with the kind of wonder that only comes after seeing what most never do. And in the quiet of her heart, a voice spoke—not in words, but in certainty:

You will go again.

And she smiled.peaceful

Story by me & ChatGPT
Image made in Midjourney

There and back again Part 6

🖤 "Fractura et Somnium" is a descent into the space between collapse and reverie. Each track is a fragment of a mind in transition — swinging between the pain of breaking and the surreal beauty of dreaming.
Crafted with a minimalist, glitch-inspired and emotionally charged aesthetic, the album blends pulsing electronic beats with ethereal textures, distorted vocals, and cinematic atmospheres.

This is a sonic manifesto for those who have felt broken but still dare to imagine something new. A soundscape of trauma, fantasy, and fragmented memory.

Genre: Dark Electronic | Experimental Pop | Cinematic Synth
Best experienced with headphones. Eyes closed. Soul open.


Mirror Tongue

Summer la la la

John Lennon Said (July 25 remaster project plus Brass 73)

"My Sacrifice" is a raw and powerful journey through love, loss, and personal redemption. From the very first note, it blends emotional melodies with intense, heartfelt vocals that pull you deep into a story of giving everything for someone, even when it costs you everything. The haunting instrumentals weave an atmosphere of vulnerability and strength, while the steady pulse keeps the emotion flowing like an unbroken current. This track captures both the beauty and the pain of true devotion, delivering moments of quiet reflection alongside surges of passion. It’s a song that lingers long after it ends, speaking to anyone who’s ever risked it all for love. "My Sacrifice" is not just a song—it’s an emotional reckoning, a cathartic release, and a reminder that sometimes our deepest scars are also our greatest proof of how fiercely we can feel.


[1st Verse]

Left behind all illusions that I had in mind
In their place, a trace of who I used to be
This is not what I had planned
I am not who I appear to be.
Moving on, start my life today

[Chorus]

All I've seen leads me to a place that I don't want to be
Now I see, wasted life lived for everyone but me
My sacrifice was carried out to please you

[2nd Verse]

Buried deep inside of me still hides a child
Searching for my way back home
Rip away this empty shell
Step outside this self-made hell
Carry on another day

[Chorus]

All I've seen leads me to a place that I don't want to be
Now I see, wasted life lived for everyone but me
My sacrifice was carried out to please you

[Bridge]

No more masks to hide the fear within
My patience for this game is growing thin
After all I see the truth

[Chorus]

All I've seen leads me to a place that I don't want to be
Now I see, wasted life lived for everyone but me
My sacrifice was carried out to please you

[Bridge]

No more masks to hide the fear within
My patience for this game is growing thin
After all I see the truth

[Outro]

My sacrifice was carried out to please you
My sacrifice was carried out for you

My Sacrifice

keep on - demo

Oh my lord I think i'm gonna die by the sword, I fear I fear I fear.
My lord I think I'm gonna die by the sword, my lord.
"Don't you fear, you just live by the word, my son, don't fear, light of the lord! You can live by the might of the word."

Oh MichaEl, help me fight through the world, I think I'm gonna get lost in the herd. Michael help me fight through the world...
"No, my brother, you are safe where you are, you have all the might in the world. You can wield the sword of the light of the word!"

The Burn House

The Light Of The Word

Zero Point Star is Karl Creech’s dark alt‑rock project—industrial‑tinged guitars, cinematic drums, and stark, hopeful lyrics about faith, fire, and family. Written after his family’s house burned, The Burn House stitches grief to grit: songs about survival, fatherhood (7 kids), and redemption. DIY on Bandcamp/YouTube/Patreon—add your spark and help us rebuild.