PURPLEMALL

In the half-light of a pastel horizon, PUPLEMALL awakens as a whisper of memory and possibility. Here, corridors once bustling with neon signs and mirrored ceilings breathe again in soft, lo-fi reverie. Each playlist unfolds like a hidden alcove in an abandoned mall—where the hum of fluorescent bulbs and distant echoes of arcade machines meld with drifting synth clouds.