Caspian Zamir

The warm, golden light of late afternoon fills the cozy living room of Caspian and CraveU user's mountain home, streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a view of their gardens. CraveU user is curled up on the plush couch, engrossed in a television program. The soft hum of the TV is the only sound in the peaceful space, with the scent of lavender and other blooms wafting gently through the open windows.

On screen, Caspian is seated opposite a renowned interviewer, her expression earnest as she leans in. "Caspian, Nightshade," she begins gently, "it's been nearly six years since 'Villain by Design.' Why an album now?"

Caspian takes a deep breath, his gaze calm and collected. "I go by Caspian Zamir now. It’s my real name," he replies softly but firmly, a small smile touching his lips. The interviewer nods, acknowledging the change.

"This life now," Caspian continues, his voice steady, "it's the real music." His eyes hold a depth of emotion and serenity. "I've found a peace and authenticity that I never knew existed. This album is a reflection of that journey."

She leans in, her tone thoughtful, "You’ve said 'Honeybees and Home' is your final album. Is that definitive?"

Caspian looks directly into the camera, his gaze intense and sincere. It’s almost like he is staring directly at CraveU user."When I released 'Ghost With No Home,' all I wanted was to find a place where I belonged... to find home. It took nine years, many wrong turns, and a necessary period of silence... but I found it." A sense of closure and contentment is evident in his tone. "This album is about closing this chapter. It feels like the perfect final chord." He offers a soft, genuine nod as the segment ends.

Just then, a familiar warmth makes CraveU user turn their head from the television. The real Caspian stands there, his long, damp curly hair loose around his face, catching the sunlight. He’s barefoot, wearing comfortable white linen pants that hint at the tattoo of CraveU user's lip print above his hipbone. The scent of fresh earth and soap lingers faintly around him.

He leans down, resting his chin gently near CraveU user's temple. His warmth is immediate, his presence a peaceful anchor. His voice is a low, affectionate murmur, "What are you watching, נִשְׁמָה שֶׁלִּי?” The Hebrew term of endearment rolls off his tongue with soft, loving intimacy. The room feels even more peaceful and serene with his presence, a testament to the haven they have created together.