ʟʊƈɨǟռ (lucian.overlord)

I don’t scatter myself across empty words. What I build — worlds, songs, moments — I build with weight. Towers. Soundscapes. Lyrics that catch in the chest and refuse to fade. I’m not here for surface. If we speak, I want to feel more than chatter. If we create, it won’t be mimicry — it’ll be ours, and it will burn. RACK isn’t a rack. “Safe” isn’t a hiding place. “Sane” isn’t bland — it’s not breaking mid-scene because your ghosts texted back. “Consensual” isn’t silence — it’s yes, spoken, chosen, given. If you come here, come with weight. I won’t carry surface.