This is my first hello under a balsamic moon — the phase of endings, shadows, and beginnings. A ritual letter to open the Gaebryenverse and invite you inside.

About Me:
I was born under a balsamic moon in Budapest, where grief carved songs into my ribs. I am Gaebryen — queer grief-pop artist, cosmic crafter, and myth-builder. My art lives in the liminal space where scars glow like stars, and sorrow becomes spellwork. Every creation is a fragment of love, loss, and rebirth.

Music:
Grief sings in phases, and my sound follows the moon. Balsamic Moon was my first offering — an album of collapse, endings, and tender echoes. Soon comes New Moon EP, a ritual of rebirth. My music is grief-pop: queer, cosmic, and raw. Each song is a heartbeat, each lyric a constellation.

Book:
A human witch boy — grief-marked and moon-born. A fae prince — thousands of years old, crowned in ash and starlight. Their love is fire and fracture, devotion and destruction. This is the story I’m writing: a queer fantasy that mirrors my own twin flame journey. Dragons, soul-trauma, and cosmic vows burn across every page.

Lore:
Lore is the marrow of everything I create. Celestial dragons coil through Icelandic skies, Draconial language rises like smoke, and astrology shapes the pulse of my myths. These stories are half diary, half codex — a constellation of memory, magic, and grief. Step inside, and you step into my universe.

Art:
My hands craft what my music and lore sing: fluid paintings that bleed emotion, candles that burn like moons, bracelets strung with lore and dragon charms. These are not objects, but relics. Fire-born, queer-forged, myth-bound — each one a piece of my grief alchemy you can hold close.

Vision:
From grief to constellation — that is the thread of all my work. I build a universe where endings are holy, queer love is mythic, and scars become stars. My songs, books, lore, and art are all strands of the same web: a cosmos of collapse and rebirth. If you’ve found this place, you’re already part of the story.

Store (Coming Soon):
Soon, I’ll open a space for artifacts of grief and rebirth: candles that echo moon phases, bracelets bound with dragon lore, and grief-pop relics stitched with myth. This will not be just a store, but a shrine — a place to hold fragments of the universe I’m building.

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