Volume I
You’ve stumbled into a living archive.
A bottle collection of dream-songs.
Each one a myth, a riddle, a whisper from a town you’ll never find on a map.
These are songs for gamblers, prophets, vanishing janitors, and children made of rusted bells.
They do not explain themselves. They do not arrive on time.
They show up the way memory does—unasked for, half-true, and full of meaning.
Choose a thread. Follow it to the edge of the map.
Songs in Volume I:
- The Gambler Who Bets on Silence
A quiet figure with no name plays a game without rules and wins by saying nothing. - It’s Called Being Alive
A tender reckoning with the strangeness of existence, how we lose things and keep going. - The Postman of Impossible Letters
Fragile acoustic layers and ghostly ambiance carry the words that never reach their home. - The Piano That Cried at Dawn
Keys and memories blend in a dawn-lit room where music waits for no one. - The Widow of the Wind
She sings in the hush between gusts, her voice as restless as the leaves. - The Lantern That Floated Upstream
Junkyard groove and drifting light, each flicker a half-remembered dream. - The Hermit Who Whistled in Morse
A lone figure tapping out lost thoughts in the language of wind and wire. - The Thief Who Stole a Color
Glitchy echoes and neon glimmers trace a crime of vanishing light. - The Clock That Skipped Noon
Time bends and sighs in a twilight room that never chimes twelve. - The Gardener of Forgotten Fruit
He tends a quiet orchard where memories hang heavy on the branch. - The Sparrow Who Sang in Riddles
Mischief and mystery in a bright-eyed song that leaves no answers. - The River That Forgot Its Name
A hypnotic drift down waters that remember everything except themselves. - The Poet-Sailor
Rolling acoustic groove with waves that carry the weight of questions and driftwood answers.
More volumes will follow when the wind is right.
Come back when something in you remembers.