I thought a lot about CAN I MIX YOUR MUSIC. I had to wait a long time, BUT you did it, THANK YOU!!!. Because the order is very important. You know in what order you mix. You raise a person's frequency a lot!!! In my first book I wrote that you are the key to raising the frequency. And now you have proven that I was right in my book. Because you are the key to raising the frequency! I am glad I found you, YOU ARE A GREAT TALENT!!!

Every story begins with a spark… and this one starts in The Night. ⚡️

The Night is Chapter 1 of our new EDM journey: emotional and powerful, with a rhythm on another level.

Let the energy guide you. The first chapter begins now. 🔥

THE NIGHT - Chapter 1 ⚡️

Along Her Trembling Brim

The Crescent Moon

Artificial Rave Echoes #629

Celestial Breakdown (Psycho Trance  Electronic House  Cinematic EDM) – NIMAX Music – Effondrement Céleste

Music video : https://youtu.be/j0MPhq5wskg

Hypnotic techno for peak‑time—get lost in a fantasy rave through an amber gate.
Dark melodic techno + warehouse energy; a mythic trip in Ultra 3D.
Driving 125 BPM techno—enter the prism forest and don’t look back.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Basin That Breathes

The basin had no sky in the ordinary sense. It wore an amber crown that dimmed and brightened like a thought, and its dunes were made of glass-fine dust that held the footprints of yesterday’s wind. Beneath that crust lay pipework built by fungi older than regret—hyphae gears, mycelial bellows, and a long engine whose heart ticked in a ribcage of basalt. The basin did not shake when it woke; it inhaled, and the dunes dipped in a slow, respectful bow.

Aralune walked the rim, and if you must call Aralune a person, do it gently. Aralune’s skin was interleaved glass and moss—translucent planes crossed by dim rivers of biolum. The face was a moon cut from green stone; the hair, not hair at all, but braided hyphae threads that whispered the weather. Around the throat hung a single coin-moth—alive but patient—fastened with a loop of frost-wire like a quiet promise.

Aralune had come because the basin’s spores were speaking again. Every thousand breaths, the plain told a story in geometry—spore-script rising in the air, making corridors where there were none, doors where there had never been walls. And tonight was a rarer hour, one spoken of in fossil tongues and recorded as a rumor under the shell of a mirror tortoise: the Turning, when light itself could change its mind.

They were not alone. On the near slope, a phalanx of mirror tortoises began their climb. Their shells were domes of tempered reflection, plated like old armor and banded with narrow rings that contained the history of distances. From their mouths drifted tiny chimes: not sound, exactly, but pressure adjusting to the telling of a name.

At the crest, a cluster of eel-shaped entities surfaced from the dunes in spirals. They were not wet, yet they gleamed; their bodies were tubes of clear crystal, and in their hollow centers flowed silver smoke that made numbers by accident. They carried nothing and could carry anything, if asked the right way.

Farther in, towering above a meadow of cap-lamps, stood the Oracle of Spores—a cathedral mushroom with gills like bookshelves and a stem carved by wind into the shape of a patient bell. The Oracle did not move. Ridges of biolum rose and fell, spelling interviews with silence.

Aralune placed one hand on the dust and felt the engine’s intake. A long breath. The crown brightened; the rim shadows tightened. It had begun.

II. The Procession of Things That Never Learned to Be People

The basin thrummed; the eel-choir threaded themselves into braided cables, their glassy bodies weaving an aerial towline from ridge to ridge. The coin-moth on Aralune’s neck unfurled and lifted—a silver disc with a body no thicker than a sigh. In flight it wrote faint glyphs that fell apart the moment you understood them, the way dreams do when you open a door.

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Thriller~Michael Jackson (ŽXËØN’s Resurrection) <Teaser> [CARROLL x Dave Summer]

Download on Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/release/devotion-jay-edit/5550113
119 BPM - Ab Major
Progressive House/Deep Tech/Minimal

Devotion
Why do we love the pain?
Why do we want it so bad?
Every time I see your face
It's like a bullet to my head
I get lost in a moment of devotion

Devotion
Devotion

Can you tell me how you know?
Is it from the look in my eyes?
There's something in the way it goes
Can you tell me what's on my.....

....I get lost in a moment of devotion

Devotion

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

it's Devotion
it's Devotion
it's Devotion

Ooh

Record Label: clouDNine Recordings
Release date: October 29, 2025
UPC: 199750595871
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℗ 2025 clouDNine Recordings

Devotion (Jay Edit)

Beatport

DT 050 - Track 05

Higher Velocity

🎵 Welcome to NIMAX Music – the official channel of Nima Yeganeh, where EDM meets cinematic string textures. | 🎧 Dive into epic soundscapes, emotional builds, and genre-blending productions crafted to move you. | 👉 Follow & share the journey

Celestial Breakdown (Psycho Trance Electronic House Cinematic EDM) – NIMAX Music – Effondrement Céleste

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