[Ashes to bubbles]
š„ We observe ashes rising to bubbles. š«§
Released June 6, 2026
ā¤ļø [Ashes to bubbles] is based on ā¤ļø
Wynn Rayās short story, āLa Maison du Savon Pur.ā

You are not your trauma.
You probably already know this.
Still, sometimes, it can feel impossible to focus on anything but those illusory things called āmemories.ā
Hereās something you might want to try out in such moments:
Tell yourself, āI am free to come back to undesired thoughts and feelings anytime and anywhere I want. However, for now, here, let me consider these other options on the menu of lifeāthese things I actually want to experience.ā
Interestingly, giving myself conscious permission to come back to undesired shit later tends to give me the freedom to select what I want. I guess itās similar to how itās easier to say āIāll eat that junk food laterā instead of āIāll never ever again eat junk food and only survive on lettuce and spinach for the rest of my life.ā After a while, it becomes easier to choose lettuce and spinach over and over again. The junk food doesnāt feel interesting enough to dwell on. (Iām serious. I love lettuce, spinach, Brussel sprouts, carrotsā¦)
Anyway, thatās what this EP is about: you are not your trauma. Ghosts rise from the ashes and things pop like bubbles, but all is iridescent and beautiful.
Cheers,
Echo

š„ [Whose hands] lyrics š«§
Purple to pink along the shelf
I built this order all myself
Same hands moving, same fixed weight
Same time every day, same way
Whose hands are these
Carrying you down
I swore I left you
I swore I left you
Whose hands are these
I count the colors, close the door
I make it better than before
I press the seams and hold the line
I call your method mine
Whose hands are these
Carrying you down
I swore I left you
I swore I left you
Whose hands are these
Still yours
Every careful thing
Still yours
Still yours
Something of you lingers
I canāt cut the thread
Something of you carried
Something of you fed
Something of you lingers
I can't cut the thread
Something of you carried
Something of you fed
Purple to pink along the shelf
Still ordered, somehow, still myself
Same hands moving, softer now
I kept the habit, kept the vow
Still yours
Every careful thing
Still yours
Still mine
š„ [Just making space] lyrics š«§
You had a fire in the winter room
Said you were only making space
I watched the walls close in on you
And learned to call it grace
What do you do when it all burns down
Do you grieve it or let it go
Iāve been standing in your smoke so long
Itās all I know
Itās all I know
The towers grew, you couldnāt see
You kept on building room to room
I stayed so small, so out of the way
Trying to give the fire room
What do you do when it all burns down
Do you grieve it or let it go
Iāve been standing in your smoke so long
Itās all I know
Itās all I know
Let it burn
Let it burn down
Let it go
Let it go
You loved the weight of things
The heft of them, the stack
I learned to love the empty
I learned to not go back
What do you do when it all burns down
Do you grieve it or let it go
Iāve been standing in your smoke so long
Itās all I know
Itās all I know
And the smoke does clear
It always clears
Whatās left is light
Whatās left is here
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
š„ [Into the air] lyrics š«§
Iām losing the edges
The lightās coming through
Gray at the center
Nothing feels true
So light I could scatter
So close to gone
So light I could scatter
Iām coming apart at the seam
Iām com-coming apart at the bone
The floor still beneath me
Iām still not alone
Iām still not alone
The weight keeps on lifting
The gray spreads wide
I reach for the edges
I reach for inside
So light I could scatter
So close to gone
So light I could scatter
Iām com-coming apart at the seam
Iām com-coming apart at the bone
The floor still beneath me
Iām still not alone
Iām still not alone
The gray keeps on settling
The weight doesnāt come
I thought Iād be nothing
Iām lighter than numb
And maybe to scatter
Is not to be lost
Maybe to lighten
Is worth every cost
Gone into air
Gone into light
Gone into something
Gone into right
š„ [Iridescent] lyrics š«§
Every bubble finds its end
Round and bright and briefly here
I watched them rise above the drain
I watched them disappear
Hold it lightly
Hold it lightly
Everything thatās clean
Bursts open
Hold it lightly
Purple, ivory, gone
I kept myself so solid
But everything that fully forms
Is already foaming
Hold it lightly
Hold it lightly
Everything thatās clean
Bursts open
Hold it lightly
I used to want the lasting kind
The permanent, the sealed
Turns out the brief ones catch the light
Turns out thatās how you feel
Rise and break
Rise and break
Thatās the whole of it
Rise and break
Something in the water
Something in the air
You canāt hold the shape of something
Built from foam and prayer
What you spent years forming
Was always going to foam
Round and bright and iridescent
Briefly yours to own
Hold it lightly
Hold it lightly
Hold it lightly
Rise and break
Hold it lightly
Hold it lightly
Hold it lightly
Rise and break
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