The Light
Lucent
The founding light of the studio, the source of all the melodies, the stories, and the artworks.
Celestial studio of poems, stories, and melodies
Alcyone
"A constellation painted by our bright wings"
The story of butterflies, lost together in the meadows of life. A tale of encounter, flight, and farewell.
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THE PAINTRESS
"Touch the stars and the unknowns"
So what if I can get hold of that brush, and paint the reality where you and I danced in the hanging gardens?
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「あの時、君に」Back Then, To You
そっと風に隠れた「会いたいよ」
Will I ever find you again? In the everchanging labyrinth of space and time.
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The accompanying webnovel for the song, "Prologue" from "The Stochastic Dissonance" album.
Available in Bahasa Indonesia.
A boy wakes in a classroom and knows too much.
He knows the crack in the whiteboard before he sees it. He knows his teacher's mistakes before they're made. He knows the girl two rows ahead — her handwriting, her voice, the way she dots her i's — and she has never once looked at him.
He tries to avoid her. Changes routes, habits, whole years of his life. But the world keeps bending toward her — a bookstore in the rain, a funeral at dawn, a train platform in a crowd that doesn't know them. Every time, he knows how it ends. Every time, his mouth almost works.
Then the cracks appear. A building that exists before its own construction. Streets that curve the wrong way. A moon at an angle that no one else notices. And a journal in his own handwriting, aged hundreds of years, ending with the same line — every time:
This time I will choose differently.
Curated Discography
Fall into the dreams, a fairy tale that wanted to escape the book, dispersing its fragments into reality.
Album
Each seasons, sparkling with its own stories, a melodies of the butterflies, a greetings before the goodbye.
Album
When fate grasped itself into our neck, haunting us with its whispers, a seemingly random events, stochastically diverged into our destiny.
Album
Some words that can't be said, eventually poured itself veiled with the ragged edges of the heart.
Album
A trilogy of entropy, illumination, and reverberation.
Album
As the eyes closed, a journey inside the dreams, a story compressed into a single night.
Personas
We are a white light that passes through the prism of our hearts, creating shards of different colors.
The Light
The founding light of the studio, the source of all the melodies, the stories, and the artworks.
The Eclipse
Shadow casted by the light, a painful dreams, smokes and mirrors, dancing with vocabularies of the heart.
The Seasons
When the light set and rise, a cycle of seasons appears. The Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter - each holding its own burdens.