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Titel: Daydream
Produzent: Thomas Marko

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Daydream

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Page 1 — The Door of Soft Angles

In the Calyx Expanse, where star-light traveled like slow water and nebulae held their breath, there drifted a structure that should not have existed: The Auralith Lattice.

It was not a station. Not a temple. Not a machine—though it behaved like all three. A kilometer-wide geometry of interlocked ribs and mirror-planes, folded into itself like a thought trying to become a law. Its surfaces were not metal, not stone, not crystal, but something stranger: a living polish, a skin that reflected not faces, but outcomes. If you looked too long, you saw what you would have done, and what you might still do—multiplied until meaning frayed.

Toward it drifted Vael Ruun, a pilgrim-navigator forged in the old border of myth and circuitry.

Vael’s body was humanoid, but alien in ways that made the word “humanoid” feel like a convenient lie. Their skin was hyphal-glass—translucent, milky, threaded with pale inner lights that pulsed like a lantern deep under ice. Four arms extended from a narrow torso, each forearm fringed with cilia fans that shimmered with microscopic motes—sensory filaments that tasted radiation, felt time-currents, heard pressure shifts in vacuum. Where a face should have been, Vael wore a mask of smooth obsidian lacquer, split by a single vertical slit that glowed teal when they focused, as if a hidden pupil opened behind stone.

No breath fogged their visor. No voice escaped their throat.
Vael spoke by resonance—subtle harmonics through bone-light and thread-nerve—felt more than heard.

They carried no weapon.

Instead, at their chest hung a relic: a meteor-glass pendant, teardrop shaped, within which floated a slow swirl of prismatic dust. The dust was not trapped. It stayed because it chose to. It was called the Unwritten, and it had sworn itself to Vael on a night when reality forgot to lock its door.

Ahead, the Lattice turned.

A seam appeared: The Door of Soft Angles—a crescent fracture in space, lined with aurora that moved like silk shaken under water. Around the Door hovered spores that were not biological: bright pinpoints, memory-seeds, each holding a single unspoken possibility. They orbited the seam in a disciplined halo, as if guarding it with reverence.

Vael slowed. The spores drifted closer. They did not touch. They recognized.

From the Lattice came a whisper without sound: a pressure in Vael’s ribs, a gentle insistence.

Enter.

Vael extended a hand. Their cilia fanned, tasting the seam. The aurora shivered and unfolded—inviting, patient, dreadful in its gentleness.

Beyond the Door lay a corridor made of darkness and faint geometry, as if the universe had sketched a path and not yet committed to ink.

Vael crossed.

The seam sealed behind them with a sigh like velvet being smoothed.

And the ritual began.

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

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