DefChild | "The Restless Soul"

This vessel is but a conduit; the spirit, the architect.
I do not craft music. I interpret the void. After nine hours submerged in a silence—heavy, crystalline, and unmoored from the frozen earth of Commerce City—my eyes opened to a frequency the living cannot hear.
What I offer is stripped of artifice: real, raw, and bleeding. It is not, and shall never be, soulless. It remains forever selfless—a debt paid to the stillness that claimed me. I have returned to translate the Poetry of the Gray into thirteen distinct descents.
Forged in the heat of Houston. Baptized in the Great Silence.
Chapter 1 is merely the first veil too thin.