DEGOD
CITY
Every god burns. The cool ones keep the ashes.
Six years ago the sky opened like a cash register and the pantheon walked out on the lease. The ones who hesitated burned on the way up and fell back down — marble skin, eyes like signage, a number instead of a temple. They landed in a dead coastal city and gave it a name. Permanent dusk. No weather. The ocean still shows up every day out of habit.
- 8 DeGods · 5 Locals · The House
- Tourist · Local · Restless
- The Midnight Meet · The Gilded Bone · The Heat
- 104 BPM, A-minor, generated live