Broken Signals

What Could Have Been

Saddest Nightmares

Sounds were recorded between Corfu and Albania, with video footage from Greece and Albania, taken from phone recordings and drone footage.

Sail

A hypnotic lofi journey that drifts through atmospheric, in-between spaces—where time stretches and reality blurs. Ethereal synths hum like half-remembered dreams, while wandering piano keys dissolve into echoes. Suddenly, fast, glitchy beat drops slice through the haze, like flickering streetlights in a midnight transit station, only to melt back into the unknown. The track breathes with duality: weightless yet urgent, familiar yet alien, mirroring the tension of standing at life’s thresholds.

Liminal

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Sterlan Starr - Liminal (Mr Silky's LoFi Beats)

Lunar Tide

MUSIC FOR CONTENT CREATORS!

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🎵 Title: Spring Awakening
🎼 Music by Michael Herter
🎻 Genre: Classical, Soundtrack, Cinematic
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Immerse yourself in the vibrant essence of spring with "Spring Awakening", a symphonic masterpiece that breathes life into the season's renewal. This orchestral journey harmoniously blends the rich timbres of strings, the expressive voices of woodwinds, the bold resonance of brass, and the subtle accents of percussion. Each movement paints a vivid soundscape, evoking blooming landscapes, gentle breezes, and the joyful awakening of nature. Let "Spring Awakening" rejuvenate your spirit and transport you to a world where music blossoms with the promise of new beginnings.

🎼 Key: Es-Dur | Time Signature: 3/4 | Tempo: 95 BPM

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Spring Awakening

Moments while traversing the cosmos in a spacious cryogenic chamber

Cryopulse

Silene

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Through the train window the city unfolds like a story without chapters. The Yamanote Line, a perfect loop circling Tokyo, runs from dawn until after midnight—an endless rhythm carrying millions of footsteps through Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Ueno. Every 59 minutes or so the journey completes itself, only to begin again, clockwise or counter-clockwise, outer circle or inner circle.

Somewhere between Ōsaki and Shinagawa, between the precise intervals of two and four minutes, time begins to dissolve. The city passes by in fragments—neon reflections on glass, the hum of conversations, the quiet presence of strangers who may never meet again. Trains move on the left, just like the cars, as if reminding you that even loops have their own direction.

It is less a commute than a daydream: a meditation on repetition, on lives intersecting for the briefest of moments, on the idea that a circle has no end—only the promise of return.

Yamanote Line

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Creating dreamy sonic voyages to take you away.

Cryopulse

Eon Rift