We felt the fire before we saw it. The heat stung our eyes, grasping at our throats, suffocating us. When we came upon the inferno, the landscape had already been consumed by the blaze, and there was nothing but flames and destruction stretching out across the horizon.
There she stood amidst the chaos, a Girl On Fire. But she didn't succumb to the heat of the flames; instead, she seemed to draw from it, bathing in it, her terrible power intensifying with every flare and ember. She stood like that for what seemed like an age, growing stronger with every passing second, the smoldering ruin of the forest curling and twisting around her as though in agony.
And then she was gone, walking in terrible fury into the night. Her blameless fires burned the sky for days.
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About the curator - Matt Jenko
Hi my name is Matt, but my friends call me Matt. I’m on the wrong side of 27, definitely feeling my age, but never felt happier and more content than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been through some rocky patches (who hasn’t) and lived to tell the tale, and boy do I gots some stories.
When I’m not putting my soul through existential hell in my day job, I’m making music, drawing pictures (and making them move in time to the groove, playa), and writing about everything from high-concept sci-fi rigamarole to my thoughts on the intricacies of the music industry.
I’ve been curating for musicto for bloody ages now, and am certainly one of the old guard; my fellow curators are like my family. I love belonging to this tribe of like-minded cats.
If you’re into music that paints vivid sonic landscapes, then we’re going to be the best of friends. And if you’re a Westerosi or from Rivia, hmu: I can talk about that shit all damn day.