Weaving fractal rhythms with murmurs of the ancient.
Where synthesizers howl through the jungle and hypnotic kicks mark digital rituals.
The primitive hides in codes corroded by time.
Do you follow the tempo... or does it follow you?

Blood Codex (Psychedelic Temple)

A sonic underworld where fractured rhythms (kicks as bone, bass as abyss) merge with corroded synths howling forgotten rites. Trance is Xolotl—a guide through chaos, unraveling time. Drums fall like tzitzimime stars; pads blur flesh and machine.

To produce is to flay the soul, letting ancestral echoes devour the present. Tempo isn’t a count—it’s a reckoning.

Mictlán-Cloud

Weaver of fractal rhythms and ancestral murmurs. My enchantments are paradoxes: synthesizers that howl like a jungle, hypnotic kicks that pulse like forgotten rituals. The music here isn't sound; it's a portal to the primitive disguised as digital code. Do you follow the tempo... or does the tempo follow you?

(The trance isn't explained... it incubates.)

Mictlán-Cloud

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