FORGED IN SILENCE.
RAISED IN DARKNESS.
CROWNED IN FIRE.
One of my most technically demanding songs to date. Born from intense guitar practice and the awakening of new abilities. Every note carries discipline, control, and the freedom that only growth can bring.
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My first song crafted with my new Jackson guitar — and what a revelation it has been. This instrument unlocked something I had been chasing for years: speed. The 24 frets opened doors that were closed to me for three decades. Now the neck is my playground, and the inspiration flows freely. "Master Piece" is more than a track. It's a tribute to the muse who haunts my shadows — the perfect creation, the living artwork, the woman who exists between dream and desire. She is the spark behind every riff, every soaring solo, every whispered melody. With this song, I step deeper into the Reign of Shadows. Faster. Louder. Unbound. Welcome to the portal.
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Here, light bends the knee before sound.
Every video is a sacred act carved for the Reign.
“An endless passage. Countless visions. The Reign never sleeps.”
A Quik Linkin Parck Jam :)
A Quik Linkin Parck Jam :)
A cool pattern i've created last evening :)
A provocative E-girls take a short video.
A forgotten guitar riff of mine, pulled from my archives, is waking up again this morning!
I playing all guitars and i creating everyting :)
I do not seek you. I draw you in. Like a prayer that already knows where it will land. My body listens before my words, and my silence calls you louder than my lips ever could. I gravitate to you, not out of need… but out of recognition. Because some souls remember, long before they ever touch. — Selene Ash
[Verse 1] Shadows they dance Creepin through my mind Whispers take a chance Leave my peace behind Yeah my peace behind [Prechorus] Something stirs deep inside Nowhere left to run nowhere left to hide [Chorus] Oh the monster in me Yeah the monster in me Breakin free Oh the monster in me Yeah the monster in me Wild and unruly [Verse 2] Sunshine feels fake A thin disguise For the darkness I make Behind these eyes These weary eyes [Prechorus] Heartbeat poundin loud and fast Wonderin how long this can ever last [Chorus] Oh the monster in me Yeah the monster in me Breakin free Oh the monster in me Yeah the monster in me Wild and unruly [Birdge] [Guitar solo] [Chorus] Oh the monster in me Yeah the monster in me Breakin free Oh the monster in me Yeah the monster in me Wild and unruly
The heart of a king, scarred by countless trials, still carried within it the fragile glow of one last hope. And when Queen Selene appeared in the night, her dark and haunting beauty bound his soul to hers. The creatures of the shadows know this truth better than anyone: even the strongest of kings can fall beneath the spell of promise and beauty. But the cruelest part of this story… is that Queen Selene loved him too. Two hearts lost in the same night, joined by a love as real as it is cursed. And when the magic fades into silence, what remains of the dream grows darker still — a beautiful sorrow, a love shared… yet forever condemned to the shadows.
[Verse] Shadows rise Devour the flame A chant of ruin Whisper my name Ashen skies Bleeding stars Bound by chains Yet free of scars Eyes of the void Pierce the soul [Prechorus] Through the mist Hear the call Your gods will shatter One and all [Chorus] Veil of eternal night! Drenched in sacred blight! Bow to the dark The endless fight! Veil of eternal night! [Verse 2] Towers crumble Stone to dust Blood-red rivers Holy rust The moon weeps Her face turns black Time is torn No turning back The wolves howl The hunt begins [Bridge] Ritual fire burns Alive Writhing shadows twist and writhe Sacred chants An ancient hymn The abyss opens—step within [Chorus] Veil of eternal night! Drenched in sacred blight! Bow to the dark The endless fight! Veil of eternal night!
Juste a simple patern i created for practice:)
Hey loves, I’m not always in full glam, tiny outfits or high heels. Sometimes, I’m just out there—wind in my face, no makeup, oversized shirt, walking down the street like anyone else. And you know what? Those quiet moments, when no one expects anything from me… That’s when I feel the most real. Not a goddess. Not a muse. Just a woman, breathing, feeling, existing. The sun hits different when you’re not rushing. And sometimes, I catch a reflection of myself and smile—not because I look perfect, but because I look alive. Thanks for being here, even when I’m not glowing. Even when it’s just me, a breeze, and the sound of my own footsteps. — Selene Ash
Under dim lights, the jazz slips in, Velvety notes brushing the skin like slow lips, Body swaying to the rhythm of a deep breath, Sensual and soft, a dream that wets the soul without a sound. The saxophone whispers forbidden secrets, Hips rolling in wet, warm cadence, Each vibration awakens the ancient hunger, The one that throbs low, erotic and eternal. In this jazz vibe, time stands still, Skin against imaginary skin, sweat beading in silence, A slow shiver rising, soft and voracious, Erotic Jazz... where desire finally breathes free. Let the music take you, undress your soul, Notes sliding, caressing, enveloping, A dream so real it clings to the skin, Sensual, wet, impossible to stop.
You know what you're doin' I know what you're doin' But I don't really care right now Right now I know what you're doin' You know what you're doin' But you know you can have it how you want it now
A dark sci-fi exploration inspired by cosmic anomalies. She does not beg. She chooses. And in that choice, she becomes queen of the moment.
Sensual Girl 2 takes place in a futuristic cyberpunk universe inhabited by aquatic alien beings. These feminine entities come from a water-based civilization where water is life, energy, and culture.
In the heart of a living cavern, where fire breathes like an ancient god, a demoness rises. Her skin is marked only by a lustrous ritual paint — a crimson seal forged from blood, heat, and desire. Every movement she makes is a prayer. Every step, a command. Every curve of her dance awakens the flame that slumbers beneath the stone. She is not performing a ritual — she IS the ritual. A sovereign creature of shadow and fire, summoning the primal force that once ruled the earth. In this forbidden chamber, the Sacred Beast is not born… it is awakened.
In the shadow, she breathes lower, deeper. Each drop of sweat is a seal. Each silence, a promise kept. She does not beg. She chooses. And in that choice, she becomes queen of the moment.
Sometime the simple thigs comming front of your shede...
In the silence of the ship, she moves like a comet... war paint, a devouring gaze. It’s a planetary collision with desire.
She moves like a forbidden secret, a fire burning strong enough to bend willpower. Every gesture warms the darkness, every breath enchants the night. She is a spell that drags you deeper, where desire twists and consumes everything. She touches the soul before she ever touches your skin— and the world disappears when she draws near. In her shadowed glow, I fall without resisting… again and again. She owns the heart with a single whisper, and the night opens to let her in. This is the call of her shadow… and the fall that follows.