Late at night, when the server hum becomes a bassline, my machines speak in forgotten frequencies. Each synth tells tales of distant digital realms, their oscillators painting stories in waveforms.

In these moments, between the glow of screens and shadows of old manga volumes, I capture these mechanical whispers. Layer by layer, they transform into beats that echo through the virtual void.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm creating the sounds, or if they're creating me - a ghost in the digital machine, sampling emotions from the silicon dreams.