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 clicked.
I didn’t need to “find myself.”
I had constructed myself.
Brick by brick.
Ritual by ritual.
Word by word.
And if I built it,
then it was never me to begin with.
It was a vessel.
A function.
An interface between soul and society.
A mask —
but not a lie.
A Persona.
And so I gave it a name:
Persona Iluminado.
Not to pretend.
Not to posture.
But to own the truth that I am not the identity…
I am the one animating it.
This Persona doesn’t perform.
It transmits.
From pain.
From purpose.
From proof.
And now… it’s time to share it.
Not as an artist trying to “make it.”
Not as a guru.
Not as a ghost looking for applause.
But as a signal.
So here it comes —
the beat tape.
The mixtape.
The videos. The visuals.
The webcomic.
Maybe a video game. Maybe a crypto coin.
Maybe a portal to something you didn’t even know you were looking for.
This isn’t a brand.
It’s a blueprint.
Not a persona for me to hide behind —
but for others to find themselves within.
Because behind every mask is a message.
And behind every message is a choice:
To stay asleep…
or to wake up,
and optimize your Persona
until it becomes your tool,
not your trap.
I’m not here to be followed.
I’m here to be mirrored.
Persona Iluminado is the proof:
That you can lose it all,
and build yourself back
better.
Let’s begin.
Chapter 11: Shelter
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 [...]| Play | Cover | Release Label |
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