Fragments, frequencies, and forgotten warmths.
I am a collector of echoes — from rusted rooftops, burning nests, and streetlights that forget to sleep.
IndieEchoVerse isn’t a portfolio. It’s a whisper. A flicker. A collage of language, silence, and sound.
It holds what doesn’t fit in bios or boxes — the soft parts, the shadows, the soundtracks of being alive.
Here, poetry lives beside grainy photographs. Ambient loops hum behind monsooned memories. Nothing is over-explained. Nothing asks for applause. This space exists for the ones who still feel too much.
ant:saar — the inner essence — is not always visible, but always pulsing beneath. And that’s what this is: a small attempt to trace what remains when everything else burns away.
If you’ve ever sat quietly in the middle of a crowd and felt like fading — welcome. You’re not alone here.