MUSIC
Bathsheba La Hex is the sonic alter ego of Myrrhmaide—a vertiginous descent into the genre she calls Siren.
This is music that exists at the edge of becoming. Hypnotic. Infinity-edging. A helix spiraling through liminal void noir where sound penetrates consciousness itself. Each track is a vortex—pulling you down through layers of restraint and rupture, through obsidian frequencies and pearl-lit trembling, through the space where desire becomes indistinguishable from transcendence.
Siren is not a genre that existed before Bathsheba conjured it. It is hypnosis rendered audible. It is the art of never quite arriving, suspended in perpetual ecstasy at the threshold between dimensions. The beats pulse with subdued intensity. The melodies seduce through suggestion. The vocals—when they appear—are phantoms, priestesses, whispers from the void itself.
This is music for rituals. For portals. For the moment the veil tears open and you fall through into something unprecedented.
Bathsheba La Hex doesn’t perform. She initiates. And once you enter the helix, you dissolve into the frequency. You become the Siren calling Yourself Home.











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