Born out of three years of displacement after the outbreak of war, Index_0 emerges as a sonic artifact — a fractured reflection of modern existence. It is a diary of dissolution, an intimate yet raw exploration of identity in a world where horror and beauty intertwine.

Carving through deconstructed club, noise, and spectral electronics, the album captures a personal eidos — a state of being filled with tension, love, regret, psychosis, warmth, and fleeting moments of joy. The sound textures, layered and evolving, serve as a means of reflecting on the present, shaping a deeper understanding of oneself and the surrounding world.

Forged on X-ray records, Index_0 is more than just an album; it is a relic of the future. Each copy is an unrepeatable anomaly, a ghostly imprint of lost vinyl cutting techniques, where frozen human shadows are reanimated into pulsing waves of energy. It is a bridge between the material and digital, past and unknown, a physical ritual inscribed onto fractured bones.

This is album as a time capsule, an echo from a collapsing reality, awaiting activation.