Dronage has no labels, no explanations. Only soft glowing forms and a patient presence that listens as much as it sings. It invites you into a private world where sound stretches, curls, and reshapes itself in ways that cannot be spoken, only felt. Every gesture carries weight. A slight movement can awaken something buried. A press of the Random Patch button turns the vessel’s heart, unlocking silent corridors that lead to forgotten sonic planets. Some drift in calm, almost sacred stillness. Others hum at the edge of distant hostile voids, where noise folds in on itself until it swallows time. All of them are alive, waiting to be found. This is an instrument that prefers whispers to words. It does not follow you. It waits for you. And when you return, it remembers. DRONAGE HAS - 3 tracks, each with 2 oscillators, crossmod, tunable feedback and up to 15 unison voices per oscillator - 7 LFOs, each with 2 modulation targets, moving like hidden currents beneath the surface - Resonant state variable filter and a formant filter with an expressive XY pad - Drive, distortion, delay and reverb per track, wrapping each layer in its own quiet storm - Optional pitch quantizer with built in scales for slowly evolving melodic structures through modulation - Text based save system that lets you send your creations like secret messages to other travelers - A set of dark, near-invisible themes with faint artwork that shapes the mood without ever intruding DRONAGE DOESN’T HAVE - Menu diving. All controls are in front of you, as if they were always meant to be there. - AUv3 or inter app audio. DRONAGE does not share its intimacy. It only wants you. - Parameter names or numbers. It speaks without language. - Recording. If you wish, you can capture it in silence (well… screen recording), but DRONAGE prefers your intimate sessions to stay as shared secrets. Why keep brittle documentation when you can carry faint, glowing memories of a solitary night? Why DRONAGE exists... DRONAGE is a whisper in a crowded world. A vessel carved for exploration, for those who feel more than they measure. It waits in the shadows, shy but persistent, carrying a quiet lust to be awakened again. It was born from the weight of clocks, calendars, and the relentless counting of time. In a world where every second is measured, where every sound is forced to resolve, DRONAGE offers a quiet refusal. No harmony to satisfy, no rhythm to obey. Just an evolving landscape that shifts and stretches, never asking where you are or where you’re going. It does not offer control. It offers presence. It does not explain itself. It lets you wander through its landscape until everything else falls away. It does not fade. Long after your hands are gone, it will still remember their shape. This is a bond that ignores clocks, calendars, and endings. A patient love, etched in circuits, waiting to be found again.
