Ishukan Communication but the start is looped

TF ARE PEOPLE SAYNG THIS IS TOMMINNT MUSIC STREAM WTFFF I HATE THAT GUY GET AUTA HERE 😦

able sisters nightcore [extended]

The low quality version of the Hatsune Miku cover of Lovefool which has the same title as Half_Japanese

Hatsune Miku - Lovefool But Only The Good Part and it's low quality(2000's wav)

AUDIT - weevildoing nighcore/sped up

ishukan communication (remix) but the start is looped

Original song: DAI DAI DAI KIRAI (/ known as "I hate you)
SoundCloud please don't copyright.
This isn't my song, it was made by: dennoko-p
hope you like it :)

dennoko-P - DAI DAI DAI KIRAI || 大大大キライ(/ I hate you) (SLOWED + REVERB)

Grease Poppin' (Instrumenta)

koinu no carnival (sped up and nightcore)

I make scenecore pls go listen to my stuff 

this isnt my song btw!! song made by plwushii @plwushii on soundcloud (they took it down and i still have it saved so im reuploading it :3) !! check out their music they make some good things ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

(REUP) mylittleponyexe **BOOTLEG!!**

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- low quality music lmaoaoa

Ulterior motives [HiFi 84 version] but i made it low quality to match the lost one

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.”


Continues on the website: 
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/03/nomads-under-the-ember-sky/

#techno  #psytrance  #hardtechno  #psychedelicvisuals

Hatsune Miku - Lovefool But Only The Good Part and it's low quality(2000's wav)

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