the mask
the mask gives the freedom to express.
to you, building back up behind closed doors whilst the world sleeps.
a purpose.
— martael
listen
infinite tsukuyomi
(fragment) short songs with no chorus, written in the moment. you'll see it.
the vault
under review.
the margins
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left in the margins
the first hundred
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