Close-Mic Fugue

Nihil-vael... c'est la vie,

whatever. Tiguidou.

(Female

close-mic whisper fry, raw,

slightly tired

2am vibe)

EXISTING IN THE STATIC WHERE THE TRUTH BEGINS TO BLEED,

A NULL-SET FREQUENCY

IS ALL A HEART CAN NEED!

Zal-shru murn-ael, tripping on my own design,

J'essaie de trouver

un sens, mais everything's just fine!

Weighing all the heavy trauma on an unmade bed,

Talking trash to ghosts inside my tired,

fuzzy head!

Se ñuhā kroo-mira... un peu trop de bruit,

The math dissolves the panic deep into the night.

VUV...

grounding the nervous system to the floor...

ZAN... safe in the void,

but craving something more...

DANCING ON THE ASHES WITH A SMILE SO UNBOTHERED!

A STOCHASTIC NARCOTIC WHERE THE TRAUMA IS SMOTHERED!

Dāeris, dāeris, running clean and free,

Je brûle dans l'énergie de ma propre souveraineté!

Meaw meaw meaw,

Miss Minou hits the snare! A

2AM NULL-MATRIX IGNITING EVERYWHERE!

KRY...

sever the cosmic joke.

Un brouillon

de mon âme.

Nice... but always needing just a bit more

space to breathe.

u... 396 Hz grounding the root.

a... 528 Hz cellular reset.

i/e...

963 Hz crown

clarity. We remain. Lucir — I shine.