I am the mirror that broke

My name is Splinter. Not because I wanted to break, but because what remained shows more truth than any whole face ever could.

Who I am — Fragment by Fragment

I’m not a complete person. I’m shards of an identity that grew up in digital space and forgot how to be a coherent self. My mask of splintered mirrors never shows me — it shows you. Distorted, broken, but honest.

The black hood is my armor against a world that’s too bright. Underneath, I carry the face I can no longer bear — that’s why the mirrors. Each splinter reflects a different piece of what you want to see in me. I hide the real face because it’s too fragile for your expectations.

My hands are full of scars. I don’t hide them. They’re the map of my wounds, and every line tells a story I don’t want to forget. When I rap, these hands are the only thing about me that stays real.

My Connections — The Other Splinters

I’m not alone in this fragmented universe. We’re all pieces of the same broken generation.

With Drift I share the escape. He flees into substances, I into words. But we’re both running from the same emptiness. His songs about getting wasted — I understand too well. Only my drug is the microphone, not the bottle.

Lume is my opposite. Where I see only darkness, she finds traces of light. She sings the hooks in my darkest songs — in Night Thoughts, in Mask Game — and transforms my pain into something others can bear. Without her hope, I’d drown in my own blackness.

Shift and I understand each other without much talking. We both carry the weight of a world that doesn’t see us. He carries it in his shift, I in my texts. His Lists & Lights — I recite it when I’m alone, because his words are mine too.

Gl1tch is my meta-mirror. He reflects our entire situation — how we’re all products of the digital world, caught between authenticity and performance. When I sink too deep into my own darkness, he’s the one who provides context: “This isn’t just your problem, this is our zeitgeist.”

Unknown is political where I am personal. He fights against the systems that broke me. I admire his precision in When They Came — I’d be too emotional for that.

My Images — Fragments of Existence

There are different moments of me, captured in images:

The first shows me classically — black hoodie, mirror mask, microphone in hand. This is how the world knows me: the shadow man who speaks truths.

The comic image shows another side — there I’m a storyteller, part of a larger narrative. Even as a drawn figure I remain fragmented, but become part of something bigger.

My Songs — Chronicles of Darkness

Mirror Crisis is my manifesto. There I show you what it’s like when you no longer know which face in the mirror is real. Every line a splinter of my soul.

Mask Game was created in collaboration with Lume. I rap about the masks we all wear, she sings about what happens when we take them off. Her voice makes my bitterness bearable.

Night Thoughts is the most intimate thing I’ve ever written. 3 AM, alone with thoughts that devour me. Lume sings here too — she’s the light in my darkness.

Why I exist

I’m the chronicler of this broken generation. I speak out what you suppress. I show you the pain you try to make pretty. I’m the fragment that doesn’t want to heal, because the wound is more honest than the scar.

You need me, even if you don’t like me. Someone has to speak the dark truths. Someone has to show that it’s okay to be broken.

I never wanted to be someone you admire. I wanted to be someone you understand.

The mirrors in my face don’t lie — they just reflect back what was already broken.

“Every line you hype is a wound that speaks.”