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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex
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A sand-red dusk bled across the Vermilion Void when the caravan first appeared—seven wanderers cloaked in fabrics the color of half-remembered dreams. Their leader, a sinewy guide named Vael, pressed his palm to the dune beneath him. He could feel it: the hush-loud heartbeat rumored to lie under this desert, a primordial rhythm older than stars. Tonight it throbbed like an invitation.

The group’s purpose was half-spoken, half-felt. Each carried a buried ache—a lost love, an unanswered question, a fracture in their own reflection. All believed the legends: that somewhere beyond the last ripple of sand rose the Lunar Root, a crystal that could rewrite the mind’s worn grooves. But the Void was treacherous; only those who matched the pulse of the land could cross without becoming mirage.

They moved in silence until the third crescent of the moon crowned the horizon. Then, on a dune as sharp as a scimitar, a phantom silhouette emerged: an ibex sculpted from living dusk, antlers hollow like twin horns of bone-wind. Its eyes shone void-black, absorbing all starlight.

Vael’s breath snagged in his throat. This, legend swore, was the desert’s sentinel. The Hollow Ibex appeared only to caravans worthy of passage. But its price was steep—a fear willingly offered.

Without speaking, the travelers laid bare the truths they dreaded most. A warrior named Irian surrendered the terror that his blade was all that defined him. A glass-voiced singer named Seral released her secret anxiety that every note might be her last. One by one, the ibex drank their confessions; shadows peeled from their spines and evaporated, tasting like iron on the wind.

The ibex bowed. A single wordless whisper rippled through the Void, sinking into skin, marrow, memory. Proceed.

The Mirror Gates
Hours later, twin arches of black obsidian rose out of nowhere, facing one another like opposing truths. Polished surfaces reflected neither stars nor faces but endless corridors of possible futures. Stepping through, the caravan felt color invert: sky bloomed into viridian, dunes shimmered in gold. Time elongated, syrup-thick. Thoughts flitted like moths across molten glass.

Seral heard the hush-loud pulse grow louder, altering pitch as if tuning their hearts to a cosmic hymn. An emerald gust swept across the arches, scattering crystalline sand that rang faint chimes with each grain’s fall. Everyone knew: they could no longer turn back. The Mirror Gates sealed behind them, swallowing their echoes.

Comet-Serpent Tempest
Inverted skies crackled as a comet-wide serpent slithered along the firmament, scales sparking cyan lightning. Wind gathered, howling wordless drones. Sand rose into spiraling towers. Vael signaled for the caravan to lock arms. Instead of resisting the gale, they leaned into it, bodies swaying like blades of dune-grass.


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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex

Floating Spirit by Pre Polar is a captivating ambient track that effortlessly transports the listener into a serene, otherworldly space. With its delicate layers of ethereal synths and subtle, evolving textures, the piece creates an atmosphere of weightlessness, as if one is drifting through a peaceful dreamscape. The composition’s gradual build and interesting rhythm allow for deep relaxation, while the gentle harmonic shifts maintain an air of mystery, inviting introspection. Pre Polar’s ability to evoke both tranquility and a sense of emotional depth makes Floating Spirit a standout example of ambient music that serves as both a calming escape and a thought-provoking sonic journey.

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Featuring Special Featured track 43 minutes into the mix, Continuing this weeks Techno with trcak OTK called Digital Erasure free available download from Soundcloud right here https://soundcloud.com/otk_music/digital-erasure 
Starting in my usual Melodic way and climbing the scales until we hit and finish with Hardcore... Enjoy Peeps and be sure to give OTK a visit, Nice track and many thanks OTK, a Pleasure to add your tracks to my sets.

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Helix of the Bioluminal Oracle
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There's a STORY!!! ;)
I — The Map That Wasn’t a Map

You arrive where the atlas stops pretending it knows anything.

Beyond the ridge, the land is a black opal plain veined with cobalt veins that hum in no wind. A hush sits on it the way frost sits on grass—delicate, temporary, sacred if you move gently enough. The dew here is wrong in the way a dream is wrong: each bead is too round, too steady, too awake. They don’t roll or soak in. They hold. They wait.

You kneel and the beads reflect not your face but diagrams—hexes nested in hexes, spirals that refuse to end, angles that feel like numbers you once knew. The longer you look, the more they join: a filament touches a filament, and there’s a glow passing between them like the smallest current. It is not water. It is a statement.

The old story said the Oracle grows where dew refuses to be only dew.

You rise, dust the grit from your palms, and walk without choosing a direction. The plain chooses for you. Lines of cold light thread from bead to bead like veins answering a heartbeat. The geometry doesn’t push, it persuades, shaping your steps, showing paths only as you take them. The horizon stays perfectly level, the sky a long bruise of cobalt with a single pale star pinned in the wrong place. Your breath fogs and then the fog arranges itself into numerals you cannot read and then dissolves. It’s almost kind, the way this place tells you: you are in the presence of a very patient intelligence.

When you feel it—before you see it—the hair along your arms rises not from fear but from recognition. As if a song you used to know finds your throat from the outside.

And then you see the Oracle.

II — The Humanoid That Was Also a Tree

It towers but does not loom. A torso of varnished bark with shoulders braided out of roots, hips heavy with the memory of storms. The arms bend the way branches bend, and where hands should be, the wood splits into filigreed fronds—their undersides ribbed with gill-like lamellae that pulse with bioluminescence. The face is not a face, not really, but a mask of old growth and lichen with hollows where eyes should be; inside those hollows slow constellations wheel like watch gears. A crown of fruiting bodies bursts from the skull and then recedes, then blooms again in a long, tidal breath, spores drifting like snow that has learned how to glow.

Its feet are not feet, they are a root-crown woven into the plain, plugged into the dew like a nerve into a brain.

You do not speak. You bring your question the way you were taught to carry flame—cupped, stubborn against the wind. The question is old and small enough to be dangerous: what am I for?


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Where silence becomes voice, and music becomes myth.

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I invite to listen :))
tracklist :
1. Bootleg Contraband - Cracked Data (Original Mix)
2. Bootleg Contraband - Dead In The Water (Bootlegs Breaks Remix)
3. Epcoraw, Weero - Know That (Original Mix)
4. Xcentric - Drop It Down (Original Mix)
5. TENTEN Extended Mix - NOTION
6. Now Dance Original Mix - Aggresivnes
7. Bamer 29 - Feel Good (Booty Mix)
8. Fred Pinto Original Mix - Onearth
9.Shine Extended Mix - Higgo
10. Boom Diggy Boom Extended Mix - Lug
11. Made It Clear Original Mix -Klinical
12. What Typa Vibe? feat. Manga Saint Hilare Drumterror's - Manga Saint Hilare, Mike Drones, Padawan Sound - (Drumterror remix)

Djset//#20//Breakbeat//UKgarage//DeepDubstep//BeaTrainMix

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Para escuchar la versión con MV https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-voz-dazz-deva-ver-texto
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 AL PREGUNTAR POR MI MAMÁ

Acostado en su cama
no aparta la mirada
del “señor” que está en la cruz
¿quién es él? Solo sabe
que se llevó a su madre
y que se llama Jesús.

Su expresión, que es muy dura,
le roba la dulzura
a su carita infantil
que, a pesar de sus años,
el odio ha dibujado
con un semblante muy hostil.

Señor, al preguntar por mi mamá,
me han dicho que usted se la ha llevado:
que ahora estará en el cielo a su lado
pero que nunca a casa volverá.

Mi mamá era su amiga
pues siempre me decía
que tenía que rezar
y antes de acostarme
y también al levantarme
le tenía que besar.

Pero si ahora no vuelve
yo no sé cómo quiere
que yo le vuelva a rezar
pues no sé cómo hacerlo
¿no ve que soy muy pequeño
y me tienen que ayudar?

Señor, yo creo que puede aceptar
el trato formal que ahora le propongo:
deje volver a mamá, que estoy solo,
y yo le quito los clavos y se va.

Esperó una respuesta
que nunca le fue hecha
y rendido se durmió
después que unas lágrimas
regaran sus mejillas
por la enorme decepción.

WHEN ASKING FOR MY MOTHER

Lying in his bed,
he can't take his gaze
off the "Lord" on the cross.
Who is he? He only knows
that he took his mother
and that his name is Jesus.

His expression, which is very hard,
robs the sweetness
from his childlike face,
which, despite his years,
hate has shaped
with a very hostile countenance.

Sir, when I asked for my mother,
they told me that you have taken her:
that she will now be in heaven by your side
but that she will never return home.

My mother was your friend
because she always told me
that I had to pray
and before going to bed
and also when I got up
I had to kiss you.

But if you don't come back now,
I don't know how you expect
me to pray to you again,
because I don't know how to do it.
Don't you see that I am very small
and you have to help me?

Sir, I think you can accept
the formal deal I'm now proposing:
Let Mom come back, I'm alone,
and I'll take out the nails and you can leave.

He waited for an answer
that was never given
and, exhausted, he fell asleep
after a few tears
flowed down his cheeks
out of sheer disappointment.

Al preguntar por mi mamá AC

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

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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.