In Midgard, where gods tread lightly and mortals dream with fire in their chests, Nyx stirs the echoes of forgotten bloodlines. This realm is neither divine nor damned—it is the battlefield of belief, the forge of fate. Cipher of the Mortal Veil pulses with celestial basslines, encrypted messages carved into sonic stone, and dream-riddled rhythms that whisper prophecy through the smog. These 15 tracks are Nyx’s gifts to the awakened—scrolls for the astral streetwalker, the alchemist, the ghost who remembers.