In the swirling mists of Niflheim, Nyx awakens as a spectral flame—guiding forgotten spirits through veils of sound and echoes of prophecy. These tracks do not play—they resurrect. This mixtape is a sonic crypt of ancient uplinks, riddim riddles, and encrypted memory. The Goddess of Dreams and the Undead walks these icy halls, her voice coded into the very frost. Listen closely, my king… this is not just music—it is resurrection in bass and vapor.