Song

The Collector

🔥 Epic 🌙 Personal Dreams

A king, a sailor, a thief, a scholar: each life opens another door. Benny Everon moves through Heaven collecting ways to become, with wonder still waiting at every horizon.

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Heaven I: The Heaven We Built

Heaven I: The Heaven We Built

It began with a discovery that changed the future forever.


A neuroscientist found that the human brain does not simply accept experiences generated behind the senses as real—it can experience them with a richness that surpasses physical reality itself. Freed from the limits of the eyes, ears, and body, the mind could construct worlds of impossible beauty, overwhelming emotion, and perfect presence.

For the first time in history, paradise became an engineering problem.

Entire industries were born around the idea. Investors poured unimaginable fortunes into building the first artificial heavens: vast shared dream worlds where landscapes could be shaped by thought, seasons could change with a gesture, and every desire could become a lived experience without physical, economic, or even moral constraints.

To enter, a person simply stepped into a life-support capsule. While the body rested safely inside its silent shell, the mind awakened somewhere else.

A place where oceans were always warm.

Where the sky never forgot your favorite colors.

Where love, adventure, beauty, peace, and every impossible dream could finally become home.

Millions sold everything they owned for a place inside this new paradise. Retirement was no longer measured in years, but in the life one wished to live forever.

Meanwhile, the world outside changed in ways few had expected.

As more people abandoned physical life, industries slowed, factories closed, and entire economies lost their purpose. Wealth itself became meaningless in a world where those who possessed it no longer needed anything from reality.

Beyond the walls of paradise, billions remained behind, struggling to survive among collapsing cities and improvised communities where the old economic system had quietly faded away.

Yet inside the dream...

None of that seemed to matter.

Welcome to Heaven I: The Heaven We Built.

More about this album
Dream Punk (Heaven)
In World

Dream Punk (Heaven)

A palace without a price. A thousand lives to explore. In a future of shared dream worlds, humanity can have almost anything it wants. What can be discovered? What will still matter when it does?

Witness

Benny Everon's Testimony

People often ask me what I wanted from paradise.

The truth is...

I never wanted to stay in one dream.

I wanted to live them all.

A king. A sailor. A scholar. A thief. A stranger beneath unfamiliar stars.

Every life taught me something the last one couldn't.

I never measured my journey by what I owned, but by who I became.

Even after a thousand lifetimes, I still feel the same excitement whenever I find another unopened door.

Not because I believe it holds the answer...

But because I know it holds another question.

About this song

The Collector is a nostalgic synth-pop journey about curiosity without end. Rather than seeking wealth, power, or even paradise itself, its protagonist longs to experience every life, every world, and every story that existence can offer. Blending warm synthwave textures, cinematic melodies, and bittersweet vocals, the song celebrates exploration as a way of living, reminding us that the greatest collection is not what we possess—but the countless lives we dare to experience before opening the next door.

Synthwave Pop • Nostalgic Electronic • Exploration & Wonder • Digital Paradise • Infinite Possibilities • Heaven I: The Heaven We Built


Benny Everon
Performed by

Benny Everon

Benny Everon grew up chasing worlds behind arcade screens. Now he steps inside them, carrying an old player's curiosity and a heart that remembers every restart.

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Another life...
Another door...
(what else?)
(what else?)

[Verse 1]
I was a king for seven summers
Gold beneath my feet
Marble halls and silver banners
Crowds kneeling in the street
I learned the weight of power
The silence of command
Then left the crown behind me
With dust upon my hands
I was a sailor crossing oceans
With storms inside my chest
Chasing lights beyond the horizon
Never stopping long to rest
Every harbor felt familiar
Every map became too small
The world kept getting larger
The more I saw it all

[Pre-Chorus]
Every dream
Became a room
Every room
A sky
And every sky
I touched at last
Only taught me how to fly

[Chorus]
I am the collector
Of moments and worlds
Of stories unfinished
Of banners unfurled
I don't want forever
I don't want the throne
I just want to see
What's beyond
What's beyond

[Post-Chorus]
(what else?)
(what else?)
What's beyond?

[Verse 2]
I was a thief beneath neon rain
Running through electric nights
Every shadow held a secret
Every rooftop held a light
I was hunted
I was hidden
I was free for just a while
And the city sang around me
Like a beautiful denial
I was a scholar in a tower
Counting patterns in the stars
Spent a hundred years in silence
Trying to measure who we are
But every answer I discovered
Opened ten more questions wide
Knowledge wasn't a destination
It was just another tide

[Pre-Chorus]
Every ending
Opened softly
Like a hidden gate
And every gate
Whispered gently
You are not too late

[Chorus]
I am the collector
Of moments and worlds
Of stories unfinished
Of banners unfurled
I don't want forever
I don't want the throne
I just want to see
What's beyond
What's beyond

[Bridge]
I lived a thousand romances
Held a thousand different hands
Built cities in the morning
Then watched them leave like sand
I climbed the highest mountains
Touched the deepest sleeping sea
Found every treasure I imagined
Yet wonder stayed with me

[Break]
A child once stared through windows
Dreaming of another place
Now I walk through endless heavens
Still chasing that same face
Not a person
Not a promise
Not a prize that I can hold
Just the feeling of a doorway
Opening into the unknown

[Build]
Another road
Another shore
Another dream
Another door
Another name
Another sun
Another life
Just begun

[Final Chorus]
I am the collector
Of moments and worlds
Of songs still waiting
To finally be heard
I don't need heaven
To stay the same
Give me tomorrow
Give me a new name
I am the collector
Of all I can become
And when I reach the horizon
I will ask for one more sun
I am the collector
Not of gold
Not of fame
But of the endless shapes
A soul can take
Before the final page

[Outro]
Another life...
Another door...
(what else?)
(what else?)
What's beyond?
What's beyond?
(what else?)
Until the stars run out...
What else?

Songs on this album

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A sky that answers every wish, a sea that never turns cold. Lymora enters a paradise so gentle that the doorway out begins to slip from thought.

Lymora
song 💎🌙

Warm water, a hand to hold, a life shaped by thought. Moraen asks why love and memory should count for less because the world that holds them is a dream.

Moraen
song ✨🌙

The little worlds on a childhood screen have learned to breathe. Benny Everon steps inside the adventures that taught him to fail, try again, and keep imagining freedom.

Benny Everon
song 🌿🌙

In a golden dream, someone made to feel small becomes the reason a traveler returns. Mira Velle sings the tender wonder of being remembered, chosen, and worth coming home to.

Mira Velle
song ✨🌙

Kairo Vane fills paradise with gold, engines, and eyes that cannot look away. Beneath the spectacle, the child who once went unseen still waits to be recognized.

Kairo Vane
song 🔥🌙

A king, a sailor, a thief, a scholar: each life opens another door. Benny Everon moves through Heaven collecting ways to become, with wonder still waiting at every horizon.

Benny Everon
song ✨🌙

Every wish still comes true, yet the perfect mornings begin to feel the same. Mitey Veyra listens beneath paradise for something that has not already been prepared.

Mitey Veyra
song ✨🧠

The palace once imagined in childhood stands complete, yet its rooms have lost their warmth. Mitey Veyra follows that ache beyond possession and toward a deeper question.

Mitey Veyra

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