Album — Cello Works to Accompany The Hunter’s Craft

For Kobe Beef—the love he cannot keep. The ruin that taught him hunger, and the small, reckless hope that refuses to die.

A slow drift through memory, where tenderness and threat share a key.

Composed in the ache after too many failed nights—withdrawal rendered as pulse; a bow chasing euphoria through silence.

Every farewell is a rehearsal for the last one. This melody came to me as the light bled from the sky — a whisper that lingered longer than the sun. I wanted it to feel like a memory you can almost sing, something fragile enough to fade but addictive enough to keep returning. In its silence, you hear the things I never said.