A transmission of shadowed verse and mechanized dream.
Enter the Minus World — a prism of shifting sounds and shadowed verse, where human imagination fuses with generative clockwork to create strange, surreal, and often horrific visions.
Here, language fractures. Time bends. And meaning crawls, half-formed, through synthetic fog.
Each episode is a ritual. A quiet invocation drawn from the unknown. Poetry unfolds like machinery dreaming of blood. Soundscapes twist like mirrors in a collapsing cathedral. You may call it a story. You may call it noise. But you will feel it moving beneath your skin.
This is not a safe place. It was never meant to be.
You are invited. But once you enter, you will not return the same.
A transmission of shadowed verse and mechanized dream.
Enter the Minus World — a prism of shifting sounds and shadowed verse, where human imagination fuses with generative clockwork to create strange, surreal, and often horrific visions.
Here, language fractures. Time bends. And meaning crawls, half-formed, through synthetic fog.
Each episode is a ritual. A quiet invocation drawn from the unknown. Poetry unfolds like machinery dreaming of blood. Soundscapes twist like mirrors in a collapsing cathedral. You may call it a story. You may call it noise. But you will feel it moving beneath your skin.
This is not a safe place. It was never meant to be.
You are invited. But once you enter, you will not return the same.