acid samples by cherie (светлая память)

ك҉ي҉س҉ ҉ا҉ل҉ج҉ث҉ة҉ ҉م҉ج҉ا҉ن҉ا҉*(D҉J҉ ҉L҉0҉L҉ ҉P҉L҉G҉4҉N҉G҉C҉T҉T҉T҉)

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vystymasis vyksta vandens aplinkoje

💝听完girotta zao的曲子，我从来没有这么开心过，但是我的手机掉在铁轨上了，我还没来得及在它后面醒来，但同样的旋律在我脑海里🔱🏁响起，我更高兴了😭
不幸的是，我没有时间听结局，因为我被禁止返回阿塞拜疆并且仍然是铁轨上的一🫂块肉，但很满意。 乐趣无穷dddd👁️
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HIS MOTHER WAS THE NEXT TARGET

DJ DOMESTIC TERRORISM X TRANQUILITYPEREZ - arbitrary

They hid Redwake Station so deep in the mountains that even the mapmakers conveniently forgot it. Snow muffles everything around it, but the structure hums faintly beneath the frost, as if it never learned how to sleep. The upper tower leans like it’s listening for something in the treeline, while the house below sags under the weight of too many winters and too many secrets.

Red lanterns still burn along the walkway, a holdover from the early containment protocols. Their glow isn’t meant to guide visitors. It’s meant to warn whatever lies inside not to wander too far.

The researchers who once lived here were convinced they’d isolated a frequency older than human breath, a vibration hidden in the bedrock of the world. They called it the Deep Pulse. When played aloud, it rearranged thoughts, then memories, then will.

Redwake was built to study the phenomenon. Or maybe to quarantine it. The documents never agree.

What’s certain is this: one night the station sent a final transmission, a distorted tone that rattled across nearby settlements, followed by a single word rendered untranslatable by every modern system. After that, silence.

Now the lights glow again. The snow around the stilts is disturbed.

The Void Remembers. 

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