Listen in on one creator's descent through a single day lived under the tyranny of the algorithm - from 6:35 AM notifications to midnight's blue light glow - capturing the suffocating reality of creative saturation where the constant demand to create makes actual creation impossible. Through fragmented observations that mirror the doomscroll itself, sonically explore how social media has transformed creativity from private practice into performative labor, where every moment becomes content strategy and memory is outsourced to pixels.

Ding. Did you hear it?

What begins as a surreal late-night phone call becomes a haunting exploration of and whispered odyssey into creativity intuition and the infinite versions of a life that could be explored and lived. An ambient immersive narrative about listening to the quiet impulses that shape your destiny and a wake up call for what happens if you stop.

Where ancient rituals meet AI to revive the practise and power of spelling. Where every prompted command becomes an invocation, where every sentence tends to and amplifies an incantation and how every semiotic inflection transmits intention. This is the story of the power of language to conjure and summon rediscovering itself through technology — where human creativity meets algorithmic imagination.

Sacred sound for the algorithm age. Existing somewhere between a monastery and a modular synth. Echoing a near future where meditation happens in data streams, where the om is rendered in .wavs and where increasing followers becomes the sought after path to digital enlightenment.

A chilling look at the attention economy’s corrosive design and intentional cultural wreckage. How in plain site algorithms and AI deliberately flooded creativity. Devaluing art, fragmenting and shrinking attention spans whilst turning music into background utility - all in the name of ever consuming rapacious profit.

A sonic meditation on impermanence, inheritance, and the fragile beauty of ideas slipping through your fingers. Part story, part brainstorm unraveling, part elegy to a flickering creative fire.

Opportunities. Cost.

Calculating the true cost of screen time — not just in hours wasted but in years of travel, creativity and connection lost in a life left under explored, inhabited and experienced.

A long-form immersive sonic lament to the shadow self - a descent into unbecoming, drowning, and rebirth. Incarnata drags us through spiritual posturing, peeling back the masks we wear to reveal a truer voice beneath the noise. A clarion call for us to endure, inhabit and eventually reawaken from.