Celestial Remnants
Celestial Remnants moves like cold interstellar gas through the ribcage — slow, pressureless, inevitable. It carries the blue-black texture of deep space mourning, where frequencies don't pulse so much as decay, leaving behind luminous residue on the inner walls of the mind. This is the sound of a consciousness unraveling its edges, watching fragments of self drift outward into a silence so vast it feels like homecoming.

