https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReNCe06jX6Y

Track 8 of The Bubby Album
https://youtu.be/oUYSSsAkoA0

gritty angsty lil piano song. A=450Hz. diminished 7th chords. catsobs in chat

The Bubby Album

Asterisk

Made in September I THINK
https://twitter.com/sinewavy/status/1731764218737602860

Forecast

Wendy

a thing written for a game jam six months ago that ultimately went unused but i liked it so i thought i'd post it anyway

it's certainly been a while! i may be a bit preoccupied with things this year as i try to get more stable, but i plan on coming back as soon as i can. thanks again for your patience!

big space opening

super rock

https://battleofthebits.com/arena/Entry/rock+race.mp3/68908/

rock race

Weigh My Heart (Instrumental)
A ceremonial sound journey through ancient realms.
Inspired by the sacred weighing of the heart, this version lets the music speak on its own – deep, mysterious and cinematic.

🔱 Featuring Anubis, the golden scales of Ma’at, and the Ankh – key of life.
Perfect for meditation, rituals, or cosmic contemplation.

🎧 Alexis Starforce
🖼️ Artwork in ancient AI style

Weigh My Heart (Instrumental)

The Path of Arth

At first, the strokes are shy and small,
A trembling hand, unsure to call
The shapes, the shades, the dream in sight,
A whisper faint, not yet in flight.

With time, the lines learn where to bend,
Each curve a truth, each mark a friend.
Mistakes no longer feared or cursed,
They’re seeds from which the colors burst.

One day you see — the frame has grown,
A world within the canvas sown.
And though the journey still feels far,
You’ve found the heart inside the arth.

Arth Progression R-Ḏæy2199

Martian Wasteland

The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Widdly 2 Diddly - LISA Soundtrack - 62 The Art Of Flesh

Grift

original: https://soundcloud.com/sevitmusic/seaweed-men

sevit - seaweed men (cover)

Dear Leader, who is a perfect incarnation of the appearance that a leader should have.

Grift

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