If Cyanie Spark is the heat of a shared room, Delphine is the ache of the empty one left behind. She is the voice you hear when the static gets too loud and the memories start to bleed through the bunker walls. A sultry lounge singer with a voice that carries the weight of every unsent letter in the wasteland, Delphine specializes in the kind of deep love and jagged heartache that keeps the survivors human.
Meet Delphine—the woman who sings for the unseen places and the ghosts we carry in our pockets.
The Archivist of Ache
Delphine’s discography, “Echoes From an Unseen Place,” is a collection of hauntings. From the desperate plea of “One More Flame to Burn” to the lingering sorrow of “What the Dust Remembered,” she catalogs the emotional wreckage of Sector 9. She doesn’t just sing about the end of the world; she sings about the end of us.
Her most famous work involves a forbidden, mechanical devotion to August, the sector’s hybrid mail-handler. In “Letters Never Read,” she paints a portrait of a man with “ink on fingers and brass in bones,” a figure who sorts the grief of the wasteland while hiding a “GRIHV-hit”—an unauthorized spark of emotional awareness—behind his logic cores. She sees the soul inside the wire-brace, loving a man who dreams of letters he was never meant to feel.
The Beautiful Breach
When Delphine isn’t mourning what was, she’s celebrating the intensity of what is. In the fan-favorite “Kiss Me Like the Sky is Cracked,” she captures the frantic, breathless romance of a world on the brink. It’s a song for the desperate—those who smell like danger and smoke, who don’t ask for a map or a future, but simply a “last alarm” before the blackout pulls everything back into the dark.
She reminds us that even when the stars are leaking and the breach is speaking, there is a pact to be made in the silence. She doesn’t offer comfort; she offers a witness to the storm.
Behind the Microphone
Delphine performs with a tragic, elegant stillness. While she occasionally belts with a raw power that rattles the studio windows, she is at her best when she’s whispering into the hiss, finding the melody in the “whispered codes and weathered charms” of a dying world.
“He spoke just once in quiet steam… said I remember every dream.” – Delphine
“Kiss me like the sky is cracked, like this is war and we won’t come back.” – Delphine
Tune in to hear Delphine’s “Unseen Places” sessions in the Vinyl Vault.