Written first,in the dark,in Russian.

Every song here starts the same way it started before there was a project name for it: alone, in Russian, on a page. No melody in mind. No genre. Just the attempt to say something true about a feeling that hadn't found words yet.

Only after the writing is finished does the sound begin. I take the text into AI tools — Suno, primarily — and search for the music already implied inside it. Sometimes that search takes an hour. Sometimes it takes a month of versions that were almost right.

I want to be precise about what AI is and isn't doing here. It doesn't decide what the song is about. It doesn't choose what gets confessed. It's an instrument — closer to a piano than to a collaborator. I still have to know how to play it, and I still have to mean what I wrote before any of it touches the page.

The genre changes constantly. What doesn't change is that the words came first, and they came from somewhere real.