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Sometimes I think my body isn’t mine. Sometimes it drips. Sometimes it sings.

I make soundscapes that feel like fever dreams — stretched skin and tape hiss, the hum of an old PS2 trying to breathe. I don't know if I exist or if I’m just decomposing beautifully online.

I emulate everything. PS2 horror owns my blood: Haunting Ground, Rule of Rose, Silent Hill, Ico, Ju-On. I keep boot error screens like love letters.

I make music. I don’t make sense. I code when I need to. I journal in fragments. I sound design like it hurts.

I’m probably in a room that pulses. It smells like meat. There’s a single white cat sitting in the center, blinking like she knows something I don’t.

Things I Consume When My Skin Itches

• Books/Comics: Saya no Uta, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, BLAME!, Solanin, Gantz, Lore Olympus, Jagaaan, Before the Coffee Gets Cold
• Music: Lucy Bedroque, Kuru, Rexv2, MIG, Mental, Blxty
• Games: PS2-era rot. Go! Go! Hypergrind. Flesh-colored UI. Save points that whisper. Loading screens that hurt.
• Labels: chronically online mlp girl, lost on Pinterest, lurking where the wires glitch

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if you know where to click, you’ll hear things you shouldn’t