The phrase mortal coil drags back to Shakespeare — Hamlet talking about “shuffling off this mortal coil.” Back then, coil meant the mess of life: turmoil, noise, struggle. Over centuries, it became shorthand for the fragile grind of being human, destined to decay.
Mortal Coil = weight, chaos, the certainty of an ending.
Immortal Koil twists that fate.
A scarred anthem stitched in spirit, born from burnout, black humor, and the brutal beauty of pushing forward. For those who’ve walked through fire and came out colder, not cleaner.
A scarred anthem stitched in spirit, born from burnout, black humor, and the brutal beauty of pushing forward. For those who’ve walked through fire and came out colder, not cleaner.
Here, survival isn’t noble — it’s stubborn.
AI-assisted visions, hand-shaped distortions, symbols that bite back. At the core: the ouroboros — not as a trinket cliché, but as a refusal. A loop unbroken, even when the world wants it shattered. Life reclaimed, mocked, endured.
AI-assisted visions, hand-shaped distortions, symbols that bite back. At the core: the ouroboros — not as a trinket cliché, but as a refusal. A loop unbroken, even when the world wants it shattered. Life reclaimed, mocked, endured.
The Koil takes the mortal coil’s chaos and spits it back out.
The grind. The numb march. The whisper that says keep going when everything else says stop.
The grind. The numb march. The whisper that says keep going when everything else says stop.
No trends. Only truth. For those who’ve seen the edge, claimed it as home, and kept moving.
EACH LOOP IS ENDURANCE MIXED WITH REWARD, THROUGH FAILURE COMES LESSONS LEARNED - STAY DOWN, THERE'S NOTHING.
