This space was not created from inspiration.
It was created from necessity.

When everything around me was burning down, I learned how to stand still long enough to watch the sun set. The ashes you see are what remained of a world that could not be carried forward. The streaks exist because, in the midst of our world burning down, I found what fueled me — creating.

The sound waves are here because I was forced to become what I never intended to be: the one who listened closely, who repaired what was distorted, who preserved truth when no one else would. I learned how to work in the dark so the light could be seen clearly again.

There is power in light. There is power in dark.
I am light — but I am not afraid of the dark,.

This space exists for anyone who believes no one else could understand what they have endured. If you are here, you are not alone. What was burned does not have to define you. What you built from it does.