I just remastered it again May 5th, 25.

Usually I like to say a little bit more about the production or the workflow of the tracks I work on and I wish I had a bit more to say about this track. I closed Ableton about 2 years ago and when I opened it a week ago this track was the last one I worked on. Don't remember much about it especially the name haha! but it sounds cool so I tied it up and here it is.

NFT: https://opensea.io/assets/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/82227818236613556661709199457719810332225879542649482715067238365512142422017

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Grass Patch Bum

Deeper Trenches (Original)

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I. A Signal in the Fog Nebula
At the dead center of a lavender dust cloud—so dense that even photons tripped over themselves—Captain Averi Kincairn floated in her derelict survey skiff. For two unmarked cycles she had listened to static hiss across every band the skiff’s receiver could reach. Then, on the edge of sleep, the static warped. It folded in on itself, became a hush, and finally resolved into a whisper of crackling violet light that shimmered across her cockpit glass like a swarm of fireflies.

The pattern wasn’t random. It traced runes older than any star-chart—glyphs from a pre-crystal civilization scholars called the Silent Makers. Legends claimed the Makers threaded entire galaxies with invisible arches, portals so narrow only light could pass. Averi, orphaned scavenger and reluctant dreamer, had spent her life hunting for proof. So when the violet swarm spiraled into the ancient Maker symbol for “open,” she understood: a Gate was near.

She powered every thruster to maximum and plunged into the fog.

II. Corridor of Shifting Planes
A luminescent corridor burst forth, carved through the nebula like a crystalline knife wound. Facets of unknown mineral lined the passage—each facet reflecting not her skiff, but alternate versions of her life. In one facet she piloted a merchant frigate; in another she grew elder beneath a garden sun; in another she never left the orphanage at all. The corridor was forcing her to confront diverging futures, tempting her to veer off course and disappear into a mirror of “might-have-been.”

Keeping her eyes fixed on a single violet point gleaming ahead, Averi nudged the skiff deeper. Reality around her kinked and refolded. Time slowed to the rhythm of her pulse. Colors she had no names for bled from facet to facet, painting her cockpit with kaleidoscopic tides until she forgot the way starlight normally looked.

Yet the point remained—steady, pulsing like a beacon. When she reached it, the facets snapped shut behind her with a silent shudder, and her skiff burst into open black.

Suspended before her, impossibly vast, hovered a Gate: an eight-spoked wheel forged from woven amethyst arcs, each spoke ablaze with countless tiny fireflies flickering in unison. They moved like neurons firing—but also like dancers trading partners in a silent ballroom—the choreography both mechanical and ecstatic.

Averi throttled back. Every childhood myth about Maker Gates ended with the same warning: They devour the unprepared. She drew a trembling breath.
“Devour or deliver,” she whispered—and keyed the impulse drive.

III. Threshold Burn
The Gate accepted her. The skiff pierced its core and dissolved into pure vector: coordinates divorced from matter, will pressed flat against distance. She became velocity itself. She tasted iron memories, smelled petrichor that had never fallen on any planet she knew—sensed moments stacked like playing cards inside a cosmic deck being rapidly shuffled.

The voice subsided, satisfied.

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Violet Firefly Gateways

Violet Firefly Gateways - Sci-Fi Music Video @ YouTube

Quantum Lapse: A Mind-Bending Visual Story w/ Trippy Cinematics
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Page 1 — Rune-Plateau Awakening
Grains of black glass crunched beneath Solenne’s boots as sunrise crawled over the Rune-Plateau. The plain looked infinite, a frozen sea of obsidian broken only by drifting mist etched with ever-morphing sigils. When a breeze cut across the cracked surface, those symbols flared cyan—as though the wind itself were a stylus on cosmic parchment.

Solenne had chased rumours of this place for whole star-cycles: a realm that appears only when longing aligns with the heart-pulse of the galaxy. Tonight, her longing had stitched a doorway between coordinates, and she had stepped through.

The mist parted, revealing a thin spiral staircase extruding out of vacuum, its edges sharpened to impossible points. Null-Stone, legends called it: matter grown from the idea of ascent. At the top hovered a lone mirror, dark as deep water. She inhaled, feeling the plateau tilt, gravity rewriting its vectors until “up” meant “forward.” One step, then another—each footfall sparking teal ripples on the glassy ground—she rose.

Page 2 — Chamber of Soft-Spoken Mirrors
Crossing the final step, she faced a hall rimmed with mirrors. They whispered in overlapping threads, braiding memories that were not yet memories: Solenne striding across nebula petals; Solenne with no reflection; Solenne crowned in circuitry.

Above, a vault of prismatic glass funneled starlight into the room, refracting it into roaming shards. Each shard carried a different timeline. Choose one, the mirrors implied, and the others collapse.

She touched the faintest shard—a sliver tinted indigo—and the hall shattered into a billion splinters that orbited her like a swarm of obedient moons. From the debris, a sigil ignited in mid-air: ⇝—the vector arrow. With that arrow pointing somewhere beyond probability, she stepped forward, and the world re-shortened itself around her.

Page 3 — Worm-Thread Corridor & The Shift
The transition was seamless; one breath she lingered in silence, the next she was inside a corridor woven from argent filaments. The walls pulsed with distant star-chatter—voices of galaxies echoing across aeons. The Vector Arrow on her palm glowed hotter, guiding her toward an unseen fulcrum.

Ahead, six pylons coalesced, forming a hexagonal gate. At its centre, a single star burned black, devouring colour. The Shadowstar.

As Solenne crossed the threshold, the universe shifted half a pitch up, like reality had slipped one key on a cosmic keyboard. The filaments re-threaded themselves into new angles, constellations redrew into glyphs she couldn’t parse, and her heartbeat sync-locked with the alien cadence. She felt lighter, as though mass itself had negotiated new terms with spacetime.

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Shadowstar Vector Shift

House

House Cea Pong

Magic-mushroom visuals + quantum bass drops—hit play, lose gravity.
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Astral Mycelium Pulse
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Page 1 – The Quiet Sparks
Lyra drifted at the threshold of the Luminant Gate, her skiff rocking in an unseen current. Above, the fungal super-structure arched like a cathedral grown from starlight and living hyphae. Each strand shimmered, humming in a language too old for vocal cords—yet she felt every murmur in the marrow of her bones.

A hush settled, and the mycelial canopy inhaled. Spore-dust quivered, lifting from the deck in tiny spirals before dissolving into motes of turquoise flame. In that breathless pause, Lyra sensed a heart beating beneath the architecture—steady, patient, 144 silent pulses every minute, waiting for its cue.

Then the canopy exhaled. Threads of luminescence lanced outward, braiding a tunnel of emerald fire. Her skiff shuddered forward as if reeled in by destiny, and the voyage into the Astral Mycelium Pulse began.

Page 2 – The First Bloom
Thirty-eight seconds into the passage, the tunnel flared wide. Lyra burst into a vast chamber where colossal mushroom monoliths formed a circle, their caps dotted with galaxies. A bloom of spore-light erupted—brilliant, searing, euphoric.

Voices resonated through the bloom, not in sound but sensation. Will you splice your story with ours? the council of Fungal Oracles asked. Before Lyra’s mind could fashion an answer, her heart spoke yes.

Instantly, the bloom collapsed into a velvet dusk. Gravity inverted, and she plunged downward through strata of midnight violet mist. Electric-blue lightning stitched fractal glyphs across the vessel’s hull, each glyph a memory of paths not taken. Lyra watched them race past and understood: the fungi were mapping her potential futures, judging her resonance.
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Astral Mycelium Pulse

The Guardian

Virtual Self Ghost Voises Solis & Sean Truby  New Rework 432hz

Rocketing out of the Irish music underground, the DJ/producer Rebūke is readying the release of his debut studio album, ‘World of Era.’ In this exclusive commentary, he talks about making the album, offering insights into how the music and concepts align. Of the track “Ignite,” which features Antiguan singer Au/Ra, Rebūke believes it is “the emotional anchor of the whole album,” describing the song as being “about love emerging from the darkness.” Elsewhere, deadmau5 and Ed Graves collaborate on “Endless,” and video game composer P.T. Adamczyk assists on a couple of songs, including “Chaos.” Heavily distorted, that track “is not meant to be a comfortable record,” Rebūke explains. “It’s reflective of our times.” Listen now, only on SoundCloud.

Voice Notes: Rebūke on "Ignite"

Charlotte de Witte - Tomorrowland (Closing Main Stage 2025)

Feel lava under your feet—hard techno meets a psychedelic sky in 3…2…1.
Plug in—this dark rave journey will melt reality in five bass drops.
Nomads march. Drums pound. The sky turns ember. Are you ready?
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Nomads Under the Ember Sky
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The moon had not been seen in thirty-three nights, for an ember-red shroud lay over the heavens like molten silk. Beneath that burning veil sprawled an obsidian plain—black glass so polished it mirrored the crimson firmament above. Rumors called this place Ash-Hollow, though the oldest wanderers claimed it was once a lake of fire that cooled into stone the night something else fell from the constellations.

Into this hush trudged a caravan of cloaked nomads. Their boots rang dull notes on the glossy floor, each footfall accompanied by a pulse that throbbed up from the rock itself, as if the ground possessed a heartbeat trying to match their own. Spirals—tattooed in shimmering mica—glittered across their weathered skin, guiding them forward with a geometry no star-chart could replicate.

I. The Echoing Path
Kai, youngest among the pilgrims, paused to gaze at his reflection in the obsidian. The sky’s ember glow painted his eyes a fierce amber, yet within them danced the tremor of uncertainty. He had heard the legends from whispers in desert markets: When the sky turns embers and the stone begins to hum, follow the pulse to the heart-rift. There the world’s secret will open like a mouth of light.

He tightened his cloak and rejoined the march. The caravan curved toward a fissure in the plain—an ink-black wound wide enough to swallow cities. From its depths rose faint tendrils of emerald luminescence, like vines of living ore trying to escape. It was here, the elders said, that the ritual would begin.

II. Breath of the Spore Wind
A sudden gust, impossibly cool, spiraled up from the rift. With it came a cloud of spores—spherical motes aglow in hues that shifted from jade to amethyst to gold depending on how one dared to blink. They drifted among the nomads, kissing foreheads and slipping under cloaks.

Kai inhaled—and the world kaleidoscoped. The obsidian plain rippled as if water; constellations buckled and re-arranged into sigils that pulsed in time with his racing heart. Cloaked companions fragmented into geometric silhouettes of themselves—prisms walking. Every doubt, every childhood memory, floated outward and crystallized as visible thought-petals before dissolving back into the wind.

An elder touched Kai’s shoulder. Through vision warped by chromatic tides, Kai still recognized the gesture: reassurance. “Let the spores rewrite seeing,” the elder murmured, voice both thunderous and whispered grains of sand. “Only then can you walk paths not yet laid.”


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Nomads Under the Ember Sky

Frequenz for Life
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Virtual Self Ghost Voises Solis & Sean Truby New Rework 432hz

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