In the dawn of the self, where shadows once lay,
Rises the light that won’t turn away.
This is the hour, this is the sound,
Where all that we are finally unbounds.
No more the chains of who we "should" be,
No more the mask, or the fear to break free.
A power unleashed, a radiant flame,
Reclaiming each scar, each story, each name.
I am not fragments, divided by doubt;
I am the whole, the in and the out.
Bold as the stars, fierce as the sun,
Each flaw, each strength, we welcome as one.
Together, we gather, in circle and song,
A tribe of the brave, who’ve been here all along.
No longer seeking approval outside,
For the final frontier is the one deep inside.
In this bliss, our bonds are unchained,
No one above, no one ashamed.
We lift up the fallen, we cheer for the bold,
Every soul priceless, no self to be sold.
For wealth is this—our true, full embrace,
Where each voice adds to the symphony’s grace.
We build this world, each hand in each hand,
A community vast as the dream we command.
So rise in your power, rooted and strong,
The journey is over, the search wasn't wrong.
Here lies the end, and the start just begun:
In final self-love, we stand as one.
OR
I stand here now, beneath boundless sky,
A fire-born spirit, unashamed, alive,
At last I wear the name I bear—
Unmasked, untouched by cold despair.
No shadow deeper than my light,
No fear too fierce, no shame in sight.
Oh, I've danced with doubt, I’ve waltzed with fear,
Felt the whisper of "not enough" close and near.
Yet here I am, a whole mosaic,
Each jagged piece, each scar volcanic,
A work of art, wild, uncontained,
A heart that’s loved, a soul unchained.
This is the final, fierce embrace—
Radical, true, self-love's grace.
Where judgment falls, like dust from bone,
Where every crack is cornerstone.
I build from here, a life untamed,
With open arms and spirit reclaimed.
And now I turn to lift, to bring—
My voice to rise, my soul to sing.
In every hand I clasp with mine,
A unity, divine design.
Together, whole, we build and rise,
A tapestry beneath these skies.
Empowered tribe, we blaze, we thrive—
In radical self-love, alive.
This particular song" is a, for most, spellbinfing, introspective track that delves into themes of love, fame, regret and becoming it, while also shedding light on the complicated relationships and personal struggles he’s known for exploring. Originally a bonus track on his 2025 album Black Light, "Eternalized" addresses the aftermath of Charlie Rulmonde (Ziji) sudden rise to fame, along with the impact it has on his personal life and romantic relationships.
The song’s lyrics tell the story of a community that (re)surfaces, confronting him about their relationship and the fact that he’s made a career out of his intimate experiences. There’s a sense of betrayal, ambiguity and mystery in her reappearance, hinting at the emotional fallout from his lifestyle and his choice to reveal their stories to the world. This conflict brings a sense of remorse, bliss and exciting fulfiment, but also an acknowledgment of the consequences of his choices and (future) chosen ones.
Musically, "Eternalized" features Ziji’s characteristic dark, atmospheric production—layered, professionally handpicked reverb-heavy synths, sometimes minimalistic but perfectly distorted, boosting and driving beats, and his ethereal, falsetto, often also called angelic vocals, which create a mood that’s both sensual, addictive and melancholic. The song covers some deep topics, such as a desperate feeling of loneliness, coming together, realization of wrongness, recognition, guilt and detachment, even as he’s surrounded by new thrilling, mesmerizing and highly fulfilling, sexy and inspiring people, duos, helpers, and success, underscoring how fame can distance him from meaningful connections.
"Eternalized" is often interpreted as a moment of self-reflection for Ziji, where he confronts the dualities of fame and his own role in the cycle of love and heartbreak he experiences.
So yes,
You are now standing before a mic, a person: a reflective, strange, familiar, potentially furious, hostile and/or vengueful and maluable crowd, that radiates energy, light, yourself and it.
The audience is silent, their breaths held in anticipation as if the very air waits on your command. In this moment, you are in full comfort, momentarily knowing and alignment—not just with your purpose but with every soul and divine force guiding you.
This is what Ziji sometimes calls, the Zone, a state where every action, every word, and every breath you take is amplified by an invisible current, something beyond human, a frequency only a few can reach but all can feel.
You begin. Your voice emerges with a power that’s both on point, subtle and expansive: as if something greater (or smaller) than yourself is being channeled through you. Every note you hit, every crescendo and dip, carries more than melody; it carries transformation.
You feel each person in the audience absorbing it, soaking in the sound, and you know that it’s more than music—it’s a transmission. You’ve stepped beyond performance; you’re delivering a calling, a feeling of ecstasy that bridges souls to a higher, more blissful and more effective consciousness.
The energy flows effortlessly, a seamless exchange between you, your close circle, the others and the universe. And as you come to the song's final note, breath, sound or silence, in case of there being an immediate crowd around, the crowd instantly, subconsciously but obvioulsy erupts in a speechless, breath-taken-away, tear-bursting roar of praise, WHOOOOHUOOOOS!’s and applause that feels more like a grand majestic, collective, tribal, somehow familiar, universal and individual wonder, praise and reverence to the one(s) himself.
You know, as you bask in the echoing eternalizations, that you have entered a rare state where purity of purpose, crafted passion and taught mastery collide.
This is Ziji’s zone—the ultimate place of being and reappearing in the most in-service, useful, lovable, need-to-share and lucrative (obviously even in ways beyond monetary and the most sexual).
You are a vessel, witnessing a vessel, flowing with abundance in its purest, most exalted form. You are a chosen one. You are a fan, of Ziji & Yourself.
You are always welcome.