An unexpected reunion with an ancient civilization. Their eyes tell stories of past encounters, and this time, the stakes are even higher.

Natives Contact Redux

A futuristic manifesto. Zubida’s voice carries a warning from 2068, wrapped in deep industrial EDM and desert winds.

Lyrics :

(Zubida in)
Neon rain falls / steel streets breathe.
Skyline sleeps / the air hums.

A shadow ship pierces moonlight.
Its skin of glass bleeds silver fire.

(Number3 of Tokyo_Night)
They land with eyes of mirrors.
Their hands fold light like paper cranes.

(Zubida)
"Return the Earth," they speak in winds.
"Your time was borrowed, your roots forgotten."

We look at towers / they look at soil.
Our hearts fracture between two skies.

One city kneels.
Another resists.
Silence splits the dawn.

The ship ascends / without war, without peace.
But the word stays / inside every mouth.

Lyricist : Number3, Tokyo_Nights, Zubida

Midnight_Express

Return the Earth (feat. Zubida)

An opening manifesto. The lyrics describe tactile ghosts and neon rivers, shaping worlds with intention. The music begins with layered ambient textures and crystalline vocals, then bursts into a towering drop. The sound design mixes soft melodies with sharp metallic synths, embodying the paradox of fragility and power.

Neon Highways

Hologram Dreamers

Dark and ritualistic. Built on a slow hum and heartbeat kick, layered vocals chant like a ceremony. Metallic percussion echoes like chains, and glitch textures simulate fractured memory. The drop arrives like collapsing stone, heavy and dramatic. A meditation on spirit trapped in matter.

The Pyramid Prison

The title track, both a love song and an anthem to Tokyo itself. Vocals describe kisses in digital twilight, while the drop feels like acceleration down an infinite road. Side-chained bass simulates motion, and shimmering pads paint rain-slick asphalt. Both intimate and euphoric.

A warning disguised as a beat, eerie pads with sub bass knocking like someone at the door.

Dr0pit

Don’t Open

Fragmented beat, chopped in four, hypnotic repetition and spectral pads.

Trap’s final echo, heavy freestyle energy, ghost bass fading into the night.

Last Drop

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I’m the Ghost… in the Shell returns in a rare Breakbeat minimal cut, uniting Dark Earl, Lotus Pastel, and Ghost of Maya for the first time on record. Their friendship has stretched for years, crossing paths in shadows and echoes, but never converging in one song until now.

Here the beat sharpens, stripped down to raw pulse, carrying three voices that weave into each other like fragments of the same dream. Dark Earl’s alien confession meets Lotus Pastel’s spectral warmth and Ghost of Maya’s elusive presence. Together they shape a track that feels at once fragile and unstoppable, an answer not just to messages but to history itself.

This meeting is more than collaboration. It is resonance, the long-awaited alignment of three hidden worlds.

Dark Earl, Lotus Pastel, and Ghost of Maya chose to merge because they share the same vision: that their presence is not to be consumed as biography, but to be lived as art.

This collaboration is an indirect reply to the curiosity of fans. Not everything must be known, verified, or exposed. Their existence is a personal matter, their names only roles inside a wider universe. What matters is the message: sound as a mirror, art as the only truth.

Natives Contact Redux

Mars Tech Records