Born not to be safe.

Born not to be pure.

Born not to fit the frame they painted for us.

We were born for the fracture, for the glitch between memory and nightmare,

for the silence that hides behind laughter,

for the sweetness that rots when you hold it too long.

Childhood was never eternal. It was a mask, a pastel-colored lie.

And when the colors faded, all that remained was the echo of a distorted lullaby.

PASTHELL is the refusal to forget.

It is wearing the wound,

turning trauma into irony,

and nostalgia into rebellion.

We are not here to comfort you.

We are here to remind you:

you were never born for innocence.