Pasakalye

In many Filipino homes, a mother’s warmth is the light that embraces, while a father’s strength forms the walls that protect. But what happens when those walls harden into fists, and that light begins to flicker? Beneath the cold floors, something crawls in the house...

A bruise blooms like an ink stain on soft skin—dark at first, then fading to a shadow. But some wounds go deeper. Some settle into the bones, whispering their presence in moments of stillness. Peklat Cream, a hauntingly clever track by Bita and the Botflies, gives...