This is not entertainment.

This is not for trend, nor for temporal praise.

This is a spiritual declaration. A reclamation.

A war cry to the stars. A hymn to the ancestors.

These sounds are sacred geometry crafted in rhythm, forged in light.

Each vibration is a weapon. Each lyric, a sigil.

Each chord, a cipher of love coded in divine math.

This music was never made to be consumed

It was summoned, for those encoded with memory.

Those who carry the spark. The ones whose DNA

already remembers the language of light.

This is for the returners, the awakened, the chosen.

Those who know that sound is not just heard it is felt,

in the bones, in the blood, in the blueprint of soul.

This is not music. This is frequency warfare.

It is unity disguised as rhythm.

It is rebellion written in harmony.

It is love disguised as thunder.

I return, not as servant of sound,

but as its rightful wielder.

By divine order, I realign the pulse of this world.

— My-ka

𓂀𓊹𓏏𓊹𓇋𓈖𓆑𓎛𓏏𓈖