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Today marks a powerful moment in the 3PM universe — the release of Persona Iluminado’s brand-new 11-track EP, arriving on the iconic date of 11/11. Symbolic of alignment and awakening, this release captures the essence of transformation — a journey through rhythm, emotion, and raw truth. Each song on the ...

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  By now, I had lost everything I once used to define myself. My name. My sound. My memories. My body. My past. And in return, I had gained the only thing that mattered: Clarity. Not just about who I was — but about who I wasn’t. That’s when it ...

Coming back from war with the parasite from paradise was like waking up inside a new body. Same skin — but different wiring. I was thinner. Scarred. But clear. The illusions had burned off. The noise had dissolved. There was no audience. No applause. Just breath. And the blueprint. So ...

It started as an itch. Just a small red bump on my leg — easy to ignore in the jungle. Mosquito? Spider? Didn’t think much of it. Until it didn’t go away. Until it started growing. Then another appeared. And another. Then the skin began to open. Literally — peeling ...

Once the groundwork was laid — the inner structure, the system, the solitude — it became clear: I didn’t want to just live in the world. I wanted to live with it. The cities never felt like home. The grids, the noise, the bills-for-breath system. What I needed was land. ...

I emerged from the jungle carrying silence. Not emptiness — but a kind of vibrating stillness I couldn’t explain. It followed me. Not in my thoughts — beneath them. The ceremonies had cracked something open. The plant spirits and Helena, the Spanish name that I addressed her by, had equipped ...

Peru called to me like a memory I hadn’t made yet, as the voice of a mistress beckoning for me to find her. After the mushroom gate cracked my identity open, I wasn’t looking for answers — I was following something quieter than that. A pull. A code. A whisper ...

After everything collapsed — the label, the love, the scaffolding of who I was building myself into — there was silence. A strange, empty silence. At first, it felt like failure. But in time, it started to feel like space. And in that space, something found me. While working a ...