Soft, slightly unhinged. Artwork torn from a late-night notebook after the synths got snarky. Small run: once they're gone, the hallucination fades.

Built for night walks and 3 a.m. mixes. Heavy, cozy, and stamped with a small glitch from my brain.

*confirmed snuggly

For the bold and the cold. Embroidered sigils, an inside pocket for lyric fragments, and enough swagger to get you past imaginary security.

A year riding shotgun plus a limited poster for your wall of questionable decisions (best wall in the house).

A year of closer access and a limited shirt for your torso's ongoing art project. Soft, possibly haunted (by melodies).

Twelve months inside the kaleidoscope, plus a limited hoodie for late-night listening and daytime mischief. You fuel the machine; I send sounds, stories, and sideways jokes.

Twelve months of close-up chaos plus a jacket. Wear it to rehearsals, protests, or just the grocery store.

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