ObsidianHeart is a story told in three movements — a descent, a sanctuary, and an ascension. Every track is a fragment. Listen in order and the figure walks out the other side.
A single human heart, machine-grafted, learns it can no longer remember why it was built. The first transmission begins. Strings crack. The orchestra is forced through corroded circuits and forgets how to harmonize.
From the ruins, a sanctuary builds itself out of static. Worship becomes signal. The hardcore drums arrive like riot police at the altar. Faith and noise become indistinguishable.
The narrator chooses to burn through. Not death — translation. The orchestra rebuilds in light. What was fractured becomes the architecture of something new. ObsidianHeart is no longer a person. It is a frequency.