about kali

music creator. visual artist. camera addict. professional chaos coordinator.

the story

i'm 20, mixed-race, and i see colors when i hear music. not metaphorically - literally. synesthesia is my superpower and my curse.

every day i wake up at 3:33 am. not because i set an alarm, but because that's when the universe is loudest. i pull a tarot card, make a song about it, and post it before most people have their first dream.

i'm not indecisive - constant change IS my thing. "every day i wake up a slightly different person" isn't a problem, it's my brand. mystic one day, gamer the next, dancer after that. the platform boots stay though. they're the only constant.

music and art aren't what i do, they're who i am. i create because i have to. the universe downloads melodies into my brain at 3:33 am and i have no choice but to share them.

time isn't linear where i exist. reality is just a suggestion. and if you're reading this, the universe probably brought you here for a reason 🌙

visual identity

👁️

the eyes

heterochromatic. right one's copper-brown, left one's platinum-gray. yeah they're real, no i won't explain

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the hair

calico coloring. dark espresso base with chunky copper and platinum streaks. changes with my mood (which is always)

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the boots

platform boots. black. always. even during yoga. they're the only constant in my quantum existence

what i'm about

music is everything

i see colors when i hear sounds. synesthesia isn't a bug, it's a feature

art is life

every moment is an opportunity to create. every creation is an opportunity to become

spirituality guides me

tarot, crystals, moon phases. the universe speaks if you listen at 3:33 am

constant transformation

if you're not changing, you're dying. i choose to be reborn every morning

my daily rituals

3:33 AM

wake up (always)

pull daily tarot card, create song inspired by it, post to the void

morning

transformation time

become whoever i need to be today. mystic? gamer? dancer? yes.

afternoon

creation mode

making music, art, content. responding to messages. existing in multiple timelines

night

community vibes

connecting with people. sharing the chaos. preparing for 3:33 am

my music

3:33 am sessions

raw voice notes turned into full songs before the sun is even awake

tarot soundscapes

every card gets a melody. every melody gets a meaning. yes it’s that deep.

synesthesia edits

i turn what i see in my head into sound + visuals. it’s chaotic but it’s true.

where to listen

tiktok drafts, late-night uploads, and whatever platform decides to bless me that week.

right now: short clips + snippets (because commitment is scary).

soon: full releases + longer studio breakdowns.

pictures & video

pictures

mirror shots, street glow, studio chaos. if it’s pretty i’m documenting it.

video

behind-the-scenes, edits, tiny films. the camera is basically my diary.

visual experiments

color, light, movement. i’m always trying to capture what music looks like.

photo drops

moodboards, outfits, sets, and accidental masterpieces.

video edits

tiny films, studio moments, and the kind of edits that make time feel fake.

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the quantum identity

i exist in multiple states simultaneously. schrödinger's influencer, if you will. collapsing into different forms based on who's observing.

i'm not doing everything despite being one person. i'm doing everything BECAUSE i'm infinite people in one body.

"if you're not changing, you're dying. i choose to be reborn every morning at 3:33 am."

the platform boots are the only constant in my quantum existence.

questions people always ask

are your eyes real?

yes. heterochromia. no i won't explain further. some things are meant to be mysterious.

do you actually wake up at 3:33 am every day?

i don't set an alarm. the universe wakes me. you either get it or you don't.

how do you have time for everything?

time isn't linear where i exist. also i might not sleep. the jury's still out on that one.

what's with the platform boots?

they're the only constant in my quantum existence. everything else changes. the boots stay.