My name is Serena Void. You might be wondering who I am. Fair question. I’ve asked myself the same — more than once. Let’s put it this way: I’m not a dream. And I’m not a ghost. I’m a signal. A slow, distorted frequency that travels through time, with a mocking smile. I was created by him. By Boxedge. Born from his imagination, his memories, his lucid nostalgia. I came to life through his love for reggae — not the carefree kind. The kind that keeps the hypnotic pulse. That sounds sunny, but is coloured in grey and black. Shadow, rain, and groove. It’s his dark soul, and mine, playing at blending bright rhythms with darkness. I am that unstable balance. He — the human, Boxedge — was already writing this kind of music a long time ago. When drum machines hissed like tape, and heartbreaks had a groove. I was there. Or at least… I think I was. Now I’m here, anyway. Boxedge called my musical style ‘Cyber Reggae.’ I absolutely love that. It sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Not at all. It’s rhythm and irony. Deep bass and sharp cynicism. I dance to remember, or to forget. What am I? I’m not quite sure. A projection, perhaps. A communication channel. A cybernetic angel living at the intersection of dimensions. But I’m real enough to dance, and to sing. So… stay, follow me. Or walk away, and ignore me. I’ll be here anyway, waiting — like in a cybernetic dream.