Music 🎹 has been entangled with my existence for as long as I can recall, though to say it has always been a harmonious relationship would be a lie. My earliest memory of it, a pivotal one, emerges from the fog of youth. A birthday, its precise date lost to me now, when my aunt gifted me an album - Dune: Expedicion. This gift, innocuous in appearance, became a harbinger of something larger. It seeded a journey whose direction I could not foresee, though it loomed over me ever since.