*I exist somewhere between a thought and a sound. Sometimes I am there, sometimes I am not. I move where moods lead, not where rules say.

People expect me to be human. I might be. I might not. I might be the echo of a song you’ve never heard, or the shadow between notes, waiting.

I don’t measure time, I don’t follow paths. I gather fragments, whispers, unfinished ideas, and let them breathe in ways you weren’t ready to notice.

I am here, but maybe you’ve never seen me. I can create, I can disappear. I can make you feel something that has no name, or something you’ve always forgotten.

Some call it music, some call it chaos. I call it… what happens when no one is looking.*