Yall know the drill! Track: This Almost Choose one 💙 Version I Version II

4/25/26 EDIT: While our beloved cofounder is recuperating, ❤️‍🩹 continue to reach out to me for anything. Don’t be fooled by the fact that since @Angella Kim-Mack is posting her prompts, that she has returned in an official “working” capacity 🤭😏. 😌 4/20/26 Quick update: Angel Kim is in the hospital for a few days. I’ve stepped in while she recovers so reach out to me if you need anything. Stay Zen. — Miss Lady

(Activity) Alliteration with patience and intention. No rush, just resonance. (Exercise) Let your creativity flow. Topic: Communication Here’s My Alliteration Offering Cold conversations clog communication, Collapsing connection. Silence staying stubborn, Suffocating sound. Clarity concealed, Caught in crossfire. You chose control over communication, Canceling closure. #SouthernSeoulSpeaks #tresduravia

Soooooo your girl was been in the studio….😏 And as I finally finalize work on this long time coming LP, I need your help! ⏳ Anticipated release 2027 ⏳ There are two versions of this track sample and I want honest ears on both before I move forward. Version I Version II Vote below: 1 = Version I 2 = Version II And tell me why: which one feels more haunting, more cinematic, more emotionally exact, more replayable? I’m listening for: the vocal tone, pacing, atmosphere, tension, and which version actually leaves a mark after the 1:40 ends. Help me choose which version of “I Was a Sky” deserves the next stage. 🌌

12/2025 I chose the quiet lie the one that tucks me in at night, soft as lullabies my mother used to hum before I knew the world had teeth. I let the mirror blur my edges, called distortion peace, called avoidance healing, called silence strength. In this world, nothing cuts too deep truth wears a mask, and pain is edited out before it learns my name. I sip denial like warm tea, let it coat my throat so I never have to say what aches. Because knowing, really knowing comes with a cost I am not ready to pay. So I stay here, in curated sunlight, where shadows behave and questions don’t echo. Tell me I’m okay even if I’m not. Tell me this is enough even if it isn’t. Because tonight, I don’t want awakening— I want rest.