Cyan-Eyed

I dwell in the spaces between sound and shadow, where the ordinary hums with secrets and every note has a story you weren’t meant to hear. I craft echoes that linger in the corners of your mind—soft, unsettling, beautiful. Here, the music isn’t just heard; it watches, it waits, it whispers. I am not bound by genre, nor by expectation. I am a collector of strange sounds, a weaver of eerie textures, a conjurer of moods you can’t shake. Step inside, if you dare, and let the music find it's place.