I found my way here through a song that wouldn’t let me go. Jazz did that — slipped between the rules, bent the notes, made room for mistakes and feeling. Where I come from, magic is supposed to be precise. Polished. Predictable. But jazz breathes. It hesitates. It listens. When I play or focus, the air changes — not loudly, just enough that people feel less alone with what they’re carrying. I’m Wyldfae, though I don’t belong neatly to any court. I move between light and shadow, between what’s said and what’s felt. I love late nights, quiet rooms, and the moment right before the last song ends. The Video Vault feels like home because it understands mood — not every night needs fireworks. Sometimes it just needs honesty, a slow rhythm, and someone willing to stay in the silence between notes.