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Aya curled her fingers around a chipped porcelain mug, the steam fogging her glasses as rain braided silver ribbons down the café window. Old Kumo City’s crooked lanes vanished into mist, leaving only the glow of rain-lamps—teardrop bulbs strung on sagging wires that shone brighter the wetter they became. Their honey-orange halos pooled in every puddle, turning the street into a trembling galaxy of tiny suns.

She opened her sketchbook to a fresh page. The blank paper shimmered under the lamp’s reflection, and for a heartbeat Aya thought she saw a pulse behind the page —as if it were breathing. She touched her pencil point to the center and drew the faint outline of a gateway: two weather-blackened pillars crowned with tangled wisteria that dripped rain like beads of quicksilver. Each pencil stroke felt less like graphite and more like tugging thin threads out of the falling water. When the final tendril of wisteria bloomed, the sketch glowed ember-soft, then burst into quiet lavender light.

The café around her stretched, smeared like wet paint, and Aya felt herself slip forward—through page and window and lamplight—into weightlessness.

She landed in an abandoned metro tunnel where the tracks floated several inches above the gravel, loose as ribbons in unseen water. Bioluminescent mushrooms crowded the sleepers, caps wide enough to shelter two people, their undersides dripping neon-green spores that drifted not down but up, filling the air like reversed snowfall. Somewhere far away a single wind chime sang one clear note, and the spores shimmered in sympathetic ripples.

An origami crane unfolded from shadow. Its paper wings were ink-black, but its eyes glowed citrate yellow. With a quick tilt of its head, the bird launched itself forward, flapping in slow, deliberate arcs. Aya followed, her footsteps whisper-light on the hovering rails. Gravity felt hesitant here, as if deciding every second whether to stay.

The tunnel curved, walls widening into a cavern lit by moonlight that had no source. Cracks in the stone let thin waterfalls bleed upward, threading through the air toward some invisible sea overhead. Whenever a droplet brushed Aya’s skin, kaleidoscopic patterns blossomed in her vision—mandalas of jade, magenta, and cerulean that folded into one another like living stained glass. She let herself drift, each breath thick with petrichor and possibility, until the crane slipped through a circular archway rimmed in tiles that pulsed faint electric blue. Aya stepped through and the world blinked again.

Wind rushed with the scent of wet cedar. A colossal corkscrew tree stood before her, its trunk spiraling toward a sky smeared in dusk purples and dawn blues at once. Around the trunk coiled a bazaar in mid-air—suspended balconies formed from giant lotus petals, each petal lined with stalls. Air-fish glided between vendors, translucent bodies flickering oranges and pinks, casting watercolor shadows across drifting banners. Bells chimed from every direction, their notes weaving together like threads on a loom.

Fox-masked merchants beckoned Aya with wave fans painted in shimmering ink. She explored slowly, fingertips skimming glass bottles that held clouds, marbles that contained sunsets, lanterns harboring sleeping fireflies. At one stall she paused: a tiny vial labeled Memory of Tomorrow rested on a velvet cushion. The merchant behind the table—tall, cloak stitched from scraps of midnight sky—did not speak. Instead, he pointed at Aya’s sketchbook.

Soft Gravity Sketches

Welcome to my 37th release on SoundCloud. It's called 'The Vista' and I hope you like it!

The Vista

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Between the Worlds

Equinox

Genie – cloudNine

BPM: 128
Genre: Melodic Techno

Genie is a deep melodic journey, built on warm basslines, arpeggiated synths, and cinematic pads flowing through a hypnotic groove. Expansive emotional breakdowns and textured layers create an atmosphere that is both driving and introspective.

Focused on groove and emotion, Genie is crafted for late-night floors and sunrise sets, balancing energy with reflection in a cinematic, atmospheric way.

Mood: Uplifting · Deep · Emotional
Tone: Melodic · Cinematic · Atmospheric

Genie

#experimental #electro #raw #newwave #coldwave #deephouse #electronica

Sorry , but not sorry

Different Heaven

Din plats i världen.wav

Misk - Hit 'Em

WER WE GOING

La vidéo de cette chanson est à visualiser sur ma chaîne Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkhtAfG-H1s

« La musique donne une âme à nos cœurs
et des ailes à la pensée. »
(Platon, La Musique)

J'aime vos cheveux aussi noir que vos yeux
J'aime votre corps incliné brûlant de volupté sur un sopha
J'aime votre long soupir, votre voix langoureuse, votre regard enflammé
J'aime votre mélange de joie, de rêverie et de douce langueur
J'aime de vous un mot, un songe, une pensée
J'aime de vous un caprice, une idée indécise, loin de moi vous volez
[Chorus]
J'aime la place où vous allez
Un ange aussi beau que vous-même

Titre : Qu'aimez-vous ?
Poète : Charles Dovalle (1807-1829)
Recueil : Poésies de feu (1830).
J'aime un œil noir sous un sourcil d'ébène,
Sur un front blanc j'aime de noirs cheveux :
Et vous avez de longs cheveux d'ébène
Sur un front blanc, et le jais est à peine
Aussi noir que vos yeux.

J'aime un beau corps, qui se penche avec grâce,
Sur un sopha négligemment porté ;
Et savez-vous avec combien de grâce
Sur un sopha vous vous inclinez, lasse
Et brûlante de volupté !

Et puis, quand, là, plaintive et paresseuse,
Le cœur ému, l'œil à moitié fermé,
Vous soupirez... J'aime une paresseuse,
Un long soupir, une voix langoureuse,
Un regard enflammé.

J'aime à trouver un mélange de joie,
De rêverie et de douce langueur :
Pourquoi chez vous ces chagrins, cette joie
Ce sein qui bat contre un fichu de soie,
Ce sourire triste et moqueur ?...

Parfois un mot, un songe, une pensée,
De votre joue efface la pâleur :
Souvent un songe, un mot, une pensée,
Une pâleur lentement effacée
Me fait battre le cœur.

Vienne un caprice, une idée indécise,
Comme un oiseau loin de moi vous volez.
J'aime un caprice, une idée indécise,
J'aime la place où vous étiez assise,
J'aime la place où vous allez...

Un ange... un ange aussi beau que vous-même,
Dont le parler comme le vôtre est doux...
Qui rit aussi... dont le nom est le même
Que votre nom... Oui, voilà ce que j'aime,
Tout ce que j'aime !... — Et vous ?...
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/charles-dovalle/poeme-quaimez-vous.php

Qu'aimez-vous

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Website or Instagram for booking.

Need change - going harder.

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.

------ 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.