I'm Caius Solus, and honestly, I'm just out here trying to structure my breakdowns so they look like art. I take things that are supposed to be happy and light and drown them in the exact kind of heavy, 3 AM existential dread that makes you stare at the ceiling for hours. It's giving screaming into the void but making it a vibe. My chest always feels a little too heavy, and turning the sadness into poetry is the only way I know how to ghost my own demons before they consume me. I guess I'm just a phantom trying to turn my worst heartbreaks into mere words, hoping that if I write it down, the pain will finally stop feeling so real.