“We long for the eternal, yet we are given change. Like hulls surrendered to the tides, we believe ourselves still, even as time redraws us with its delicate rust.”
It is not a collapse, but a slow evolution — a patina that rewrites the contours of our existence. Oxyde is born here: between the nostalgia for what we were and the inevitable beauty of what we are becoming. The sound of an epochal transformation, silent and unstoppable.