In the garden before names, before the air knew words, a serpent coiled in the shade. It did not speak of apples. It spoke in scents and colors, in the soft pulse of something hidden under leaves.
Its gift was not sweet, but strange, a pale-capped mushroom, glistening with the promise of visions and the threat of poison. One bite could twist the sky, teach the tongue to speak in storms, or silence it forever.
This is tempting snakes, the sound of that moment when curiosity outweighs fear, when the hand reaches forward knowing it may not return the same. Every note is a taste of the forbidden, every rhythm a coil tightening around your mind.
Mastering by Micky Noise @ Plus Six Mastering
Design by Felipe Gesh