Soundtrack
About the Music
The song Rise and Glow is a love letter to Chromapolis. A shimmering anthem for a city built on colour and control. It was written by my husband, who dedicated it to the city as a gesture to keep me writing when I was deep in the grayscale fog of self-doubt.
And it worked. From that moment, the idea took root: what if every chapter had its own song? Some of those songs made it into the story itself like Colour Bleeds Chaos, performed at Augustus “Gus” Vermillion’s fundraiser, or Align with Chromadyne, the glowing corporate anthem used to open Chromatic Yoga sessions and probably other workshops at Chromadyne.
The soundtrack doesn’tjust accompany the novel. It helped build it.
Just like Chromapolis, the songs are engineered to resonate.
Disrupt the Silence!
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Messages
Walls wear stories, scratched and torn, Faded posters, graffiti worn. jagged circles in dark flightsCracks appear amid the lights Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream, The prism is broken, but what does it meanCracks appear amid the lightA shattered truth, a fleeting sight. Masked rebellion underground . Jagged suns and static sound Symbols, meaning everywhereIf only…
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Underground Movement
Walls wear stories, scratched and torn, Faded posters, graffiti worn. jagged circles in dark flightsCracks appear amid the lights Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream, The prism is broken, but what does it meanCracks appear amid the lightA shattered truth, a fleeting sight. Masked rebellion underground . Jagged suns and static sound Symbols, meaning everywhereIf only…
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Gray
The city hums, a kaleidoscope pulse, Colours collide in a neon convulse. Lights paint faces in hues of control, But some walk unseen, untouched by the whole. Prisms shatter, rainbows blur, In the noise, there’s a silence they prefer. A figure unspoken, a tone undefined, A shadow that lingers outside the design. In a world…
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Rise and Glow
In the heart of the neon skies,Where the future’s bright and the dream never dies,Glass towers shine like stars on the rise,A city built where hope never lies. Every street is a canvas, painted in light,A rhythm that pulses deep into the night,The world’s at your feet, it’s all in sight,In Chromapolis, everything’s right. Feel…