On The Pale
The Pale is not a place.
It is the boundary. The edge of what can be known about a person before they were changed. irdemae exists just past it — close enough that those who stand at the edge can feel the temperature drop. They always come back. They don't know why.
On The Anima
It does not choose the strong.
The Anima — the animating breath, the thing that moves through a body and makes it more than geometry — does not choose the powerful. It chooses the ones who have been broken in a very specific way. The glow is not power. It is the crack. Every fracture is a door. He had too many doors.
On I WAS PURE
Eight letters. One sentence. One confession.
I — I gave everything. W — I fell. A — I found what lives in me. S — I went quiet. P — I felt it breathe. U — I still carry who I was. R — I remember the exact moment I stopped being that. E — Therefore. This is what I am now.
On Before The Glow
The answer to the question I WAS PURE never asks.
Why was he chosen? Before The Glow is not a prequel. It is the same story told from the other side of the moment everything changed. Each song is a different fracture point. The album ends exactly where Immolare begins.