ことばの針で日常を縫い直す。
家族、職場、恋愛、社会——その「歪み」や「我慢」を
ユーモアと怒りのリズムに変える匿名の詩人。
叫ばずに吠える。笑って斬る。
猫のように孤高。だが、仲間が傷つけられた時は牙をむく。
音楽とは、彼女にとって甘美なる酒（ネクター）。
ジャンルを問わず、毒にも薬にもならない音楽を。
She stitches up the distortions of everyday life with a needle of words.
Family, workplace, love, society—she transforms their tensions and restraints
into rhythms of wit and restrained rage.
She doesn’t scream; she strikes. She cuts with laughter.
A solitary cat—but bares her fangs when her loved ones are hurt. She walks alone like a cat, but strikes when her people are hurt.
To her, music is a sweet and dangerous nectar.
Not a cure. Not a poison. Just truth in rhythm.
