Putra Satria Nugraha
@putrasatrianug.bsky.social
Reposted by Putra Satria Nugraha
🌋🎂 1 YEAR OF THE SCORCHING GAZE! 🎂🌋
Today marks a year since our debut album was unleashed by @apfrecords.bsky.social
Huge thanks: Andrew at APF, Josh at Stage 2 Studios, @putrasatrianug.bsky.social and everyone who's listened to and supported us so far.
Give it another listen today. Loud 🌋💥🔥
Today marks a year since our debut album was unleashed by @apfrecords.bsky.social
Huge thanks: Andrew at APF, Josh at Stage 2 Studios, @putrasatrianug.bsky.social and everyone who's listened to and supported us so far.
Give it another listen today. Loud 🌋💥🔥
May 3, 2025 at 9:07 AM
🌋🎂 1 YEAR OF THE SCORCHING GAZE! 🎂🌋
Today marks a year since our debut album was unleashed by @apfrecords.bsky.social
Huge thanks: Andrew at APF, Josh at Stage 2 Studios, @putrasatrianug.bsky.social and everyone who's listened to and supported us so far.
Give it another listen today. Loud 🌋💥🔥
Today marks a year since our debut album was unleashed by @apfrecords.bsky.social
Huge thanks: Andrew at APF, Josh at Stage 2 Studios, @putrasatrianug.bsky.social and everyone who's listened to and supported us so far.
Give it another listen today. Loud 🌋💥🔥
“Spatiotemporal”
In the abyss of eternity, a being awakes
Spatiotemporal Annihilation Entity, the cosmos it partakes
Devouring stars and time, a void it creates
Leaving behind a desolate, eternal fate.
In the abyss of eternity, a being awakes
Spatiotemporal Annihilation Entity, the cosmos it partakes
Devouring stars and time, a void it creates
Leaving behind a desolate, eternal fate.
April 28, 2025 at 5:37 PM
“Spatiotemporal”
In the abyss of eternity, a being awakes
Spatiotemporal Annihilation Entity, the cosmos it partakes
Devouring stars and time, a void it creates
Leaving behind a desolate, eternal fate.
In the abyss of eternity, a being awakes
Spatiotemporal Annihilation Entity, the cosmos it partakes
Devouring stars and time, a void it creates
Leaving behind a desolate, eternal fate.
A hushborne rift, neither dusk nor dawning, where clocks forsake their circling. A fingertip’s warmth etched in phantom air, half remembered, half-refused. Light bruises the walls, dim and unspeaking, as echoes molt from meaning.
April 23, 2025 at 9:47 PM
A hushborne rift, neither dusk nor dawning, where clocks forsake their circling. A fingertip’s warmth etched in phantom air, half remembered, half-refused. Light bruises the walls, dim and unspeaking, as echoes molt from meaning.