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A transmission was sent. This is how it sounds returning from the edge of the universe.

Every notification becomes a pulsar. Every swipe becomes a gravitational wave. The vintage synths have been stretched across light-years, the drum machine now keeps time in geological epochs. This is what disconnection sounds like from cosmic distance - not silence, but transformation. Trance-ambient at 0.001 BPM, where dancing means orbiting, where love songs travel at the speed of light.

RECEPTION is the echo of TRANSMISSION, warped by distance but somehow more true.

Listen in darkness. Listen alone. Listen like you're the last receiver in the universe.

The experiment: Play TRANSMISSION and RECEPTION simultaneously. Start RECEPTION first, wait exactly 37 seconds, then begin TRANSMISSION. They align at the bridge - two timelines converging. Share your experience below. 🌌

"We're offline, we're alive, and the message has finally arrived."


Phones Down Tonight

This is the moment before the silence. The breath before airplane mode. The heartbeat before we choose each other over everything else online.

Picture the last notification you'll ever need - it's the one telling you to stop waiting for notifications. Contemporary pop at human speed, vintage synths marking real-time, drum machines keeping the pace of actual hearts. This is the transmission sent into the void: we're done scrolling, we're ready to be here.

TRANSMISSION is the call. Somewhere in the cosmos, RECEPTION is listening.

Drop both phones. Press play. Dance like no one's watching - because finally, actually, no one is.

Your turn: What's the last thing you'd post before going offline forever? Leave it in the comments - consider this your final status update. 📱→🌌

"We're offline, we're alive, and the message has been sent."

Phones Down Tonight (Hers)

"Room 321" - A time capsule of first love in freshman year

This song captures that irreplaceable intensity of dorm room romance - when love feels both infinite and confined to concrete walls. Written from the vivid memories of being 18, where every stolen moment matters and a twin XL bed becomes the whole world.

The track moves through time, from those urgent 2 AM study sessions that turn into something more, to standing ten years later, driving past campus with someone's ring on your finger. It's about recognizing that some experiences are so tied to a specific moment in life - those fluorescent-lit hallways, the beeping key cards, the RA you're trying to avoid - that they can never be recreated, only remembered.

"Room 321" is for anyone who's ever had a love that was inseparable from the place where it happened. Sometimes the most profound connections happen in the smallest spaces.

Room 321

Hi, sorry if you came across my page, not sure if my ADHD meds be working that well lately.... ALL LISTENS ARE FINAL, NO REFUNDS.

I just want to dance to my own music with you all. Experience it together, as I truely find joy in knowing my actions are significant. 

Initiate a Convo in the Comments, then we'll go from there. I'll follow up with everyone.

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