Glass Eden
A Utopia Built from Static and Glass
What was light will never last.
Glass Eden was never meant to be a place. It was never meant to be found.
But you stepped inside anyway.
And now, it owns you.
This is the Glass Eden Pentology—five songs, one descent. A gothic darkwave odyssey through shattered illusions, fractured reflections, and a world that was never real to begin with. It started as a vision—a concept wrapped in sound, image, and story. But the more it grew, the more I realized…
I was building a prison.
The Descent Begins
Song 1: Glass Eden
A utopia built from static and glass. A place where the past is forgotten, and the future is a lie. The gates are open, but no one leaves. The silence is thick, the glass twists, and somewhere deep inside, the first whisper is heard:
"You were never whole."
Song 2: Choir of the Hollow
The cathedral looms, its choirs frozen in an eternal hymn.
"They sang before the glass was born, before the sky was torn."
But the song is gone, the voices stolen. The walls breathe, the ground stirs, and the hollow eyes begin to turn.
Song 3: Reflections Lie
Mirrors line the halls of Glass Eden, but they do not reflect truth. They whisper. They mock. They move when you do not. The deeper you go, the more the glass fractures, until you realize—you were never the one looking in. You were the one trapped inside.
Song 4: Drown the Stars
The sky collapses, the stars dissolve into black oil.
"Drown the stars in oil and laughter."
Reality warps, laughter bends the heavens, and the last light is swallowed whole. The world you once knew is gone. The past has no meaning. There is nothing left to return to.
Song 5: No Way Out
The maze is endless, the reflections no longer your own.
"A thousand faces watch, whisper, grin."
The glass shatters, but it never truly breaks. Every path leads back to the beginning. Every exit is a lie. There is no escape.
There is no way out.
This Is Not the End
Music, art, story—all of it came together in ways I never expected. What started as a thematic concept became something more. I felt this world as I built it. I saw it. I lived in it. And now, it exists.
Maybe it’s just a collection of songs. Maybe it’s more. Maybe it’s a prison, waiting for someone else to step inside.
And maybe they already have.
Glass Eden needs no rulers, only ghosts to walk alone.
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