Cosmic cavern techno, feel the neural drop as spores pulse to psy-tech beats!
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The twin moons of Carthis hung in perfect opposition, two unknowable eyes etched against a sand-black sky. Every night they traded hues—one amber, one jade—yet never once did they blink. Scholars called the phenomenon an orbital illusion; pilgrims whispered it was the planet watching itself dream.

Kalei Adrastos preferred the second explanation. To believe the land was alive meant she was never alone out here, charting dune after dune for anomalies no sane cartographer would log. Still, isolation had its perks. A few weeks prior, her seismograph recorded a pulse—just a heartbeat, then silence. Its tremor was too symmetrical to be tectonic and too slow to be artificial. It felt deliberate, almost polite, as though the planet had knocked on its own door.

She followed the resonance to a valley walled by dunes so steep they caught stray starlight like amphitheater seats. Below, the sand glimmered with silvery motes—star-dust, locals called it, though she recognized spore-sheen when she saw it. The desert wasn’t simply exhaling minerals; it was exhaling life.

1 · A Murmur in the Dust
Kalei knelt, brushing the surface. The granules rolled away, revealing an obsidian plate as smooth as liquid onyx. Beneath it, a faint hum thrummed against her palm—E-minor, her mind noted involuntarily, though she scolded herself for thinking in tonalities again. This expedition was not about sonic cartography.

She unholstered a micro-burrower. The drill bit touched the plate—

—and the ground liquefied into mirrored glass.

Gravity tilted. Sand spiraled upward in slow arcs, leaving her weightless. Suspended sediments caught moonlight, refracting it into prismatic ribbons. Through those ribbons she glimpsed something impossible: colossal mushrooms, their stalks thicker than skyscrapers, rising beneath the desert floor as if the planet itself wore a fungal crown.

Spore-dust coalesced into spheres around her head, whispering in a dialect neither linguistic nor telepathic yet instantly understood. Coordinates. Invitation. Forge. Three concepts nested inside one another like Russian dolls.

Then, as gently as it began, gravity returned. The sand settled, though it now felt warm—alive, even. The obsidian plate had vanished, replaced by a narrow fissure glowing violet. Without ceremony, the chasm opened enough to swallow her whole.

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Mycelial Starforge

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Hypnotic techno + psychedelic space tunnel—lights low, volume high.
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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue — The Sigh that Called Across Orbits

There is a city in the Perseid Flow that does not wait for visitors; it inhales them. Its name in the wind‑tongue is Anhelion, and the maps draw it as a lung‑shaped void, a negative space, because it cannot be built from stone alone. Its avenues open and close like alveoli. Its towers are ribs. Its plazas are diaphragms that rise and fall on a patient schedule that predates calendars.

From the slate edge of orbit, a sleek courier seed drifts down toward the breathing surface, and from it steps a being who is not a traveler in the common sense. Khyre‑of‑the‑Murmurs is a Sibilant, a humanoid from a distant sporeworld where architecture grows and etiquette is exchanged as scents. Khyre’s body is tall and jointed with filaments that flex like reeds; beneath translucent, onyx‑dark skin, pale mycelial veining glows a soft green, glimmering along collarbones and wrists. Four long fingers on each hand end in capillary tips that taste the air. Fan‑shaped gill fronds, thin as paper, arc from Khyre’s neck to the jawline, opening and closing as the atmosphere changes; fractal pupils adjust to blankness and brilliance in an instant. A braided mantle of woven hyphae hangs from broad shoulders, so fine it can slip between atoms when necessary, so textured it records the passing of winds like a book.

Where Khyre goes, a companion follows. Miell is a Scriptmoth, a moth only in silhouette; close, Miell is an angular geometry of silver membranes and jointed light. Each wing is a translucent panel etched with veinwork like circuit diagrams; when Miell moves, the wing‑etchings write glyphs in the air, lingering a moment as luminous afterimages. The Scriptmoth communicates by composing these drifting letters—one word per beat of wing—until the words knot themselves into a meaning the eye can swallow whole.

Khyre and Miell stand at the edge of Anhelion as the city exhales. The exhalation is dry and fragrant with petrichor. The ground underfoot hums. Far overhead, vaults of spore‑light move like auroras. The city’s breath strokes Khyre’s gills and the gills answer—small ripples of pleasure; the air carries a pattern. The pattern repeats, then complicates, then repeats again, an DMT‑clean geometry encoded not in sound but in pressure and drift.

“Eager,” Miell writes in a loop of floating sigils. “Hungry.”

“Hungry for what?” Khyre’s voice is low and unlabored, each word softened by the phenolic resonance of the gill fronds. Khyre tastes the answer before Miell can assemble it: the city is hungry for alignment. Something in its lungs has slipped.

The courier seed folds itself into a brittle pod behind them like an empty husk, and the living gates of Anhelion open, stippled with bioluminescent dots that echo the constellation the city was patterned from. Khyre steps forward, into the thorax of a world.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Query That Learned to Walk

The Archive was a sea wearing the shape of a cathedral—a vault of liquid geometry flowing through transparent ribs, its floor a calm mirror that remembered everything it had ever reflected. Columns of glacial light rose and softened, bulged and narrowed, solving themselves into arches whose lacework changed with thought. Beneath the vesper hush, gardens of pale mushroom basilicas breathed in slow rhythm, their gills printing letters of dew that slid into the floor and were read without eyes.
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Archive of Liquid Geometry || Music video on youtube

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2)Sandro Mure - Repeat
3)Luckes - Music Box (Hazzhard Remix)
4)Brune & Exile - Tactics 1 
5)Deep Secrets - Step By Step (Morison Remix)
6)DREY - Move Your Waistline (Svetec Remix) 
7)Golpe - Read My Mind
8)Luckes - Reigns 
9)RKT - Takee 
10)Tilthammer - Burning
11)Brune & Exile - Tactics 2 
12)Kinetic - Detonation 
13)Sandro Mure - The Vault (
14)Luckes - Korg
15)Svetec & Sikztah - We Are The Brave

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Venturam - By My Side [ORIGINAL]

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Hypnotic melodic techno with trippy sci‑fi worlds—headphones on.
123 BPM deep melodic techno—cosmic warehouse energy, hypnotic groove.
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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
By the time the firmament loosened, the sky poured in threads rather than rain. Each filament was a liquid line of star‑light, silver at its core and haloed by shifting colors, a river falling upward as much as down. The elders called it Liquid Star Dawn, a rare hour when the night remembered its own birth and melted into rivers that ran between the worlds. It happened once in an age, and it unstitched distance. Roads grew out of it like veins. Gateways remembered how to breathe.

On the edge of a bioluminescent vale, where luminous mushrooms rose like spires and bells, a figure waited who was not made of simple flesh. Vaelith was of the Luminari Myce, a humanoid people whose skin was a tapestry of living threads. Soft blue light drifted beneath her filaments the way pulse drifts beneath translucent wings. In the dark, she looked like a map of constellations walking upright. Along her skull grew a crown of pale, antler‑like hyphae; each antler sprouted tiny lantern caps whose gills breathed faint, cold fire. Where others slept, Vaelith listened—to soils, to stones, to the small sighs the world makes when it changes its mind.

Liquid Star Dawn had been whispered across the roots for weeks before the sky finally unlatched. The Dream‑Mirror Tides—a bright, crystalline wind that turned reflections into gates—were said to follow the star‑rivers and shape them into bridges. Only myth had returned from those bridges, myth and the occasional traveler who came back with a new shadow, or none at all. Vaelith had been chosen to follow the first, brightest stream to its fount and bring back a draught for the sleeping Crown Titan far below the mycelial cathedrals. The Titan was the island’s dreamer; without its dreaming, forests would forget their own names and wind would forget to be kind.

Vaelith wore a mantle of night‑ferns and a belt woven of moon‑vine. On her palms, her filaments unfurled into soft cilia, quick to taste the air for changes. Slung over one shoulder was a lattice instrument called a chronophore, grown from the ribs of ancient shelf‑mushrooms; it did not measure time, but angles of possibility, the way a compass measures north. The chronophore rattled gently as the first star‑threads pooled into a shallow, shining river across the mushroom clearing.

A silhouette lifted from the far side of the grove, taller than any stag, more delicate than any deer. Its antlers were a choir of intricate loops; its face was a mask of obsidian facets reflecting a horizon no one could presently see.

“Treadlight,” Vaelith greeted, dipping her head.

The horned being bowed, and its many eyes blinked in slow sequence, like a constellation shuttering. Treadlight was an Aether Cervid, a creature of the Dream‑Mirror Tides, summoned by the promise of Liquid Star Dawn. Its hooves did not touch earth; they visited it.

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Liquid Star Dawn ][ Trippy Video on YouTube

Reflections Progressive House Live Studio Session 017
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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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