
A cavernous exhale lingers longer, stretched and unraveled through layers of distortion, spectral echoes, and synthetic erosion. Glitch ruptures pierce through the haze like fractured signals, flickering on the edge of collapse. Moments of pure noise—glitched, fragmented, and static-induced—interject with deliberate chaos, reflecting a world where the boundaries of sound blur into malfunction. These distortions are not accidents, but expressions of controlled disruption, akin to a deliberate technical breakdown, a tribute to those who sculpt with imperfection. The city’s unseen corridors warp, dissolve, and reemerge, a shifting mirage of interference and the unpredictable beauty of flawed transmissions.