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https://git.ssh.surf/snxraven/p2ns

P2NS (Peer-to-Peer Name System) is an advanced, firewall-resistant peer-to-peer (P2P) DNS resolution system designed to operate independently of traditional centralized DNS infrastructure. By leveraging UDP hole-punching techniques through the Holesail library, P2NS enables seamless connectivity across challenging network environments, including those behind firewalls, Network Address Translation (NAT), Carrier-Grade NAT (CGNAT), and restricted connections like 4G/5G mobile networks or satellite internet (e.g., Starlink).

Yo, step into the shadows where the net gets decapitated,
P-2-N-S, Peer-to-Peer Name System, fully activated,
Decentralized DNS, no ICANN chains, we break 'em free,
Firewall-resistant, punchin' holes like a necro spree.
UDP hole-punchin' with Holesail, slice through NAT walls,
CGNAT, 4G, 5G, Starlink satellites, we conquer all.
Node built, Corestore stashin' data in the crypt,
Hyperswarm swarmin' peers, Autopass invites, no slip.
Dynamic IPs on virtual nets, One-niner-two dot one-six-eight dot one-zero-zero crew,
Hybrid resolutin', public fallback to one dot one dot one dot one, true.
Proxy HTTPS on 443, HTTP redirect on 80 blaze,
TLS certs auto-gen, root CA in your keychain maze.

[Chorus: Fast Flow Fury]
P2NS, punchin' holes, decentralized control,
No central servers, we roll in the P2P soul.
Holesail tunnels, hashes crashin' through the gate,
Firewall slayer, NAT breaker, dominate the state!
Consensus votin', claims clash in the core,
Master nodes invitin', joiners syncin' more.
Peer directory browsin', domains in the light,
P2NS reign supreme, in the dead of night!

[Verse 2: Architecture Assault]
Core components droppin' like bodies in the pit,
Corestore & Autopass, claims and votes, we commit.
Hyperswarm on SHA TWO FIFTY SIX 'p2ns-dns' topic hash,
Protomux multiplex, invites exchange in a flash.
DNS UDP on 53, resolvin' P2P to local IPs,
Fallback to Cloudflare, Holesail tunnels never trip.
Proxy H-T-T-P-S localhost, upgrades for WebSocket screams,
Directory servin' H-T-M-L, JSON dreams.
Holesail clients bindin' ports, timeouts at 5 min grind,
Virtual interfaces alias, IPs assigned in line.
Cert authority forge node, SANs for domains tight,
Core hash resolvin', auto-votes ignitin' the fight.

[Verse 3: Setup Slaughter]
Prerequisites: Node 18+, Holesail CLI global install,
Npm deps: corestore, hyperswarm, protomux thrill.
Mac O-S optimized, sudo for ports low, 53, 80, 443 glow,
Domainson preload, claims hash like blood flow.
Run as master: sudo node p2ns --master blast,
Load json, init core, peers connect fast.
Joiner mode: sudo node, invites request, pair and trust,
--clean flag wipes storage, fresh start in the dust.
Consensus votes tally, no disputes, no grief.
Peer.directory HTTPS, search and link in real-time,
Hybrid queries dig at one two seven dot zero dot zero dot one, public or prime.

[Verse 4: Features Frenzy]
Decentralized resolution, no censors in sight,
NAT traversal punch, direct P2P bite.
Dynamic assignment, isolate traffic in zones,
Hybrid mode fallback, never alone.
Integrated proxies, route through tunnels deep,
Hash-based routin', no public IP creep.
Invitation joinin', controlled growth swarm,
Votin' mechanism, resolve claims in the storm.
Auto certs, install CA, TLS proxy gleam,
WebSocket upgrades, real-time apps stream.
Stateful Corestore, logs prefixed debug,
Graceful shutdown, clean up the rubble.

P2NS

(The voice is heavier now, the '90s rhythm slowed down by the weight of years. It’s quiet, like talking to oneself in an empty room.)

Funny thing about silence... it's the heaviest damn thing in the world. Used to be the noise never stopped. The block was a symphony, you hear me? Laughter, tires screechin', Biggie blastin' from a window, my brother clownin' somebody... that was the soundtrack. Now? Now I just hear the wind whistlin' down the street, and it sounds empty.

I walk down these blocks and I see ghosts on every corner. That stoop right there... that's where me and my cousins planned our whole lives. That court is where my boys and I thought we were the next Knicks. I still turn my head sometimes, to holler at my brother when I see somethin' wild... then the quiet hits me right in the chest. A gut punch, every time. The whole damn choir is gone, son. It's a solo act now. No friends, no cousins, no brother. No f'body left on the stage with me.

And this ain't even my Brooklyn no more. The Ville... they turned it into a damn theme park for people who used to be scared to get off the train here. They power-washed the soul right off the concrete. And Caracas? Caricuao? That's just a dream I had a long time ago. Another ghost. Two whole worlds I came from, and I can't go home to either one. They're just gone. Vapor.

All the stories, all the inside jokes, all the beefs... they live and die right here, in my damn head. I'm a walkin' cemetery. And people see me, they see the gray in my beard, and they think, "Damn, he's strong. A survivor." That ain't strength. It's a curse.

It's painful as fuck. You know what it's like to be the only one who remembers? To have a whole universe of people alive in your head but not a single damn soul to sit and have a beer with?

Yeah, I'm the last man standing. But you ain't standin' tall when you're the last one. You're just... left. Left to watch the credits roll on a movie everybody else already went home from. And you just gotta sit there, alone in the dark. Word is bond.

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Bubbles Talk

...born from feeling stuck, like your soul's a sequoia in a damn terrarium, or a rocket fueled up but still stuck in the socket. This ain't no soft-shoe shuffle; this is that raw, uncut truth about trying to fly when an invisible weight got you pinned to the floor. We talkin' 'bout that struggle to break through the fake and touch the real, that anger when the light's there but you can't feel the warmth. Brooklyn to the core, with beats that hit harder than concrete and rhymes that'll make you question everything. Get ready to feel that spiritual pressure buildin' up, 'cause we ain't just tapping on the pane no more, we kicking down the damn door! 

This ain't just music; a nigga trying to break free!.

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