No press kit. No prayer for fame.
Just a guy who turned pain into proof. Everything here was built in the dark.
No studio machine. No brand formula.
Just blood, loss, and something that refused to die.

This isn’t about being seen.
It’s about being felt.

Every track, every piece, every word — is for the ones who were told to give up, but didn’t.

You’re not a fan.
You’re proof that the soul still breathes in static.

This is the movement.
This is Heart.