What you see isn’t real.
What you hear is SKHĒMA.

We don’t obey laws. We distort them.
Born in the dark and unbearable winters of Norway,
forged by jagged mountains and restless fjords.
Among trolls, polar bears, and far darker things.

We resurrect obsolete circuits and analog dust.
We bend signal into prophecy.
We carve rhythm out of nihilism,
melody out of decay,
and beauty out of the end.

There is no prosperous future — only feedback.
SKHĒMA transmits.