Beautiful meditation music 
Artist: Masakazu Anai - Synthesizers, keyboards
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Hop on Top

Hop on Top - Toger

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dark purple

Combat

Forbidden To Forbid

Chris pitched down Brown - Under The Influence (GDOC Remix)

Sleepy Time Down Southeast

Peak-time hard techno: warehouse pressure, industrial bite—drop in.
Neo-rave hardgroove—fast, driving, ruthless.
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Concrete drums, acid smear, peak-time momentum.
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The basin looked like someone had poured night into a bowl and then raked a single line across it with a needle. Wind moved the salt in long sighs. I stood where the line met the rim, a blank blueprint rolled tight in my fist and a coin of cinnabar resting on my palm. The coin wasn’t mine, though I woke with it in my boot three days ago. Its weight refused to match its size, as if it contained a decision I hadn’t made yet.

Across the basin, the Orchard rose—no trunks, no leaves, only a lattice of branches that forgot to stop branching. The structure breathed with a regularity I could feel through my boots. Every inhalation pulled the stars into thin lines; every exhalation returned them to points. People called it a grove because that was the nearest human word. Specialists called it a photonic-biologic computer, a self-indexing archive of unchosen routes. I called it a place you approach once.

A corridor opened in the branches without moving them, the way a thought opens a door. Pale equations flared across their bark-spiral skins and then went dim again, as if embarrassed to have been seen. The blueprint warmed in my hand. The coin hummed once—one pure note without air—and oriented itself, turning so that the stamped face with the radial notch faced the Orchard. The notch aligned to the basin’s needle-scratch. Permission, though no one had uttered the word.

Inside, the corridor’s floor seemed poured from glass and silt. The air tasted faintly metallic, like the moment before rain. Capacitive filaments along the walls registered my body and then withdrew to a polite distance. The Orchard understood the calibration signal of the coin and let my outline exist here.

The first room was small enough to matter. No gore of myth; no booming gods; just a chamber with a low ceiling and a single object in the center: a stair made of prisms nested within prisms, each step splitting the room’s dimness into bands of color that drifted away like escaping ideas. Not an invitation to climb—an exam.

I placed the coin on the bottom step. The stair recognized the alloy—old-world cinnabar seeded with something not on our table—and sprouted a thread of light straight through the coin’s notch. The thread pointed not north, but near. The blueprint’s surface—previously a matt emptiness—absorbed the thread and printed a line that curved in a way compass roses never do.

A figure stood to my right; I hadn’t heard it arrive. “Pilot?” it asked.

Its voice rustled like pages being turned in a glove. It was not flesh. It was a pillar braided from mycelial cords, with teal gill-ribs that breathed faint luminescence and a face assembled from the geometry of patience. Heat exchangers masquerading as gills, I reminded myself. Biological computation doing what silicon rarely can. A clerk. A librarian. A host.

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Blueprint of the Void Orchard - Music Video @ YouTube

A captivating journey through a deep, mysterious cave, where the darkness slowly gives way to an enchanting new world. A seductive fairy guides you, step by step, deeper into the unknown, until you are completely drawn into her magical realm.

Into The Realm

STIMULATE

I'm stoked to present you my newest track "Reikai" today!
Reikai means spirit realm in Japanese as I recently fell in love with the movie 'Spirited Away'. 
Please press like and share if you like the vibe. Stay safe <3

Reikai

https://linktr.ee/aggressivepets

"Welcome to my placid dreams and my suffocating nightmares!"

Antonio Zapata (Aggressive Pets) is a Spanish musician and bedroom producer who began his studies at the music school of Leganés and later at the Professional Music Conservatory of Getafe.

 Later he entered the school of modern music La Factoría where he received lessons from some musicians like Luis Cruz ( guitarist of the legendary Spanish rock band Topo).

After that he enrolled in CEV (Center for Video and Image Studies) he studied music production, live sound and radio with Nacho Legorburu (Dean in Spain at Audio Engineering Society).

 Antonio has played guitar and bass in several bands (Wildlovers, Sin un Duro, Criaturas Celestiales) and has produced several demos for local rock groups. 

He is currently working on his Aggressive Pets project, eclectic mix of styles created from his home studio, as well as creating soundtracks for short films ( he composed and performed the O.S.T. for the horror film Yuggoth, directed by Dani Lardon and produced by Arkham Contents,  Which can be viewed freely on YouTube).

Forbidden To Forbid

AGGRESSIVE PETS