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Dark rolling kicks + acid surges + hypnotic visuals = peak‑time release.
Hardgroove momentum, rumble bass, cinematic trip through Sporespace.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I — The Call Beneath Luminous Soil

Sporespace began as a tingle in the roots of the world.

On the moon of Vyr, where continents are braided with glassy mycelium, the ground whispered to a pilgrim named Khyra of the Filament Choir. Khyra was not born but grown—humanoid in outline, her body a cathedral of translucent quartz and opaline threads. Beneath her skin, hyphae shimmered like constellations, moving with the steady breath of an organism that remembered thunderstorms, extinctions, and the taste of meteor dust. Her eyes held crescents of violet seeded with starmotes; her hair was a drift of fine filaments carrying the faint scent of anise and rain.

The call rose through the soil—an electrical murmur, subtle as a secret. Pale caps opened around her ankles and released a micro‑fog of silver spores that wrote tiny glyphs in the air, then erased them, as if shy of being understood.

Khyra knelt and pressed her palms to the hum of the ground. She felt networks far below, cycling through patterns older than any spoken word. The message was simple and absolute.

Come. The Crown turns. The Path blooms.

When Khyra stood, her joints chimed softly, crystalline plates settling into travel geometry. From her shoulders unfurled a pair of living membranes—lamellae latticed like wings, grown not for flight but for catching the tides between worlds. She faced the horizon, where the sky wore a faint lysergic sheen, colors sliding through each other like oil on a dark sea.

She was not alone. A guardian drifted from between the bulb‑trees: Tholos, a spore‑sphinx whose body was a hovering cap the size of a small shrine. His face grew on the underside of the cap, a geometrical mask of shifting polygons and amber eyes without pupils. Hyphal tassels trailed beneath him like whiskers of pale lightning. When he spoke, it sounded like velvet being combed in the wrong direction.

“Pilgrim,” Tholos murmured, “the Path is open. To walk it is to be rewritten.”

“To refuse it,” Khyra said, “is to go blind on a day of brightest sun.”

Tholos’ amber eyes narrowed into gentle scythes. “Then we begin.”

The world exhaled. The ground unrolled a ribbon of phosphorescent moss, and on it pulsed the first step of the Sporespace Pilgrimage.

II — The Oratory of Basidia

The path led to Basidia, a monastery never built so much as persuaded to appear. Its domes were stacked caps, porcelain white and freckled with burnt gold; its corridors were gills turned into hallways, banded with iridescent ridges. Caretakers greeted Khyra at the gate—the Monachae, dignified beings whose bodies resembled tall spindles woven from threads of milk‑glass, each bearing a halo of spores like a snowfall forever suspended.

Mother Sephrae, eldest among them, came forward with motions as measured as tides. Beneath her translucent chest lay a rosary of quiescent seeds, each seed a record of a friend she had ever lost and ever found again.

“Child of the Choir,” Sephrae intoned, “your pulse arrives with the turning Crown. Do you carry the question?”

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Sporespace Pilgrimage // Video on YouTube

Here is a short track - 138 BPM.
This track was composed on Ableton Live 12 and Arturia Plugins. 
A basic saw bass line provides the foundation for a lead melody.

Voici un titre court - 138 BPM
Ce titre, composé sur Live  . Une ligne de basse " basic saw bass " ou vient s'exprimer une mélodie Lead

Play !  ( Short Mix )

Play ! ( Short Mix )

Improvised After Hours Dj Set Techno Hardgroove. A few tracks were missing at the beginning of the set, but it was completely improvised. I'm still learning, I'm still improving, I'm still growing.Thank you so much to all the artists who shared their music. 😍🙏🏽🙌🏽👏🏽🥰

After Hours  (last weekend in November '25)

Can You Bounce -TWO HIDDEN FACES

Kriminalisierte Originalität (Original Mix)

Flint and Cinder Sigils || Full Video @ https://youtu.be/H84CZk6A1uo

4K psychedelic techno visual journey — melodic, hypnotic, and cosmic.
Afterhours melodic techno ritual: sigils ignite, portals open. (4K visuals)
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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Sky That Spores

The sky above the Umbral Mycelium was never still.

It drifted—layer upon layer—like the underside of an enormous mushroom cap, breathing out slow constellations of dust. Each mote of sporelight carried a tiny, impossible reflection: angular DMT‑like geometry, folded into itself until the eye could not decide where it ended. Violet darkness, bruised blue halos, and sudden prismatic flares rippled across the firmament as though the cosmos were dreaming in symbols.

Below that living ceiling lay a valley carved into perfect repetition: fourfold runes etched into black stone in rows that refused to be counted wrong. The pattern did not merely decorate the ground—it commanded it.

Into this place came a wanderer who was not born of any gentle world.

They were called Veyr of the Basalt Halo, a humanoid being whose skin looked like volcanic glass cooled in a hurry—dark, reflective, and threaded with faint luminescent seams that glowed when they breathed. Their eyes were pale opal orbs without pupils, and within those eyes the spore-sky mirrored itself in miniature. Along their cheekbones, delicate ridges curled backward like fossilized waves. Their hair was a mane of fine ash-filaments that floated even when there was no wind, as if gravity treated them as rumor.

Veyr wore a cloak stitched from ashweave, a fabric spun from the shed husks of meteor moths. The cloak drank light until only its edges shimmered. Around Veyr’s left forearm lay a band of stone that looked ordinary until it caught the right angle—then it revealed the faint imprint of a rune burned into the surface as if by ancient lightning.

That rune was the Flint Sigil.

It was not merely a symbol. It was a pact.

Veyr’s other wrist bore only an absence—a pale scar in the shape of a second rune, missing like a tooth pulled from time. That missing rune had a name whispered in forbidden catalogs and sung by none:

Cinder Sigil.

A pair. A lock and its answer. A spark and its drifting echo.

The realm Veyr had come to enter—the one the old star‑monks called The Labyrinth That Blinks Back—had stolen the Cinder Sigil from Veyr’s bloodline epochs ago, long before memory was carved into language. Those who tried to reclaim stolen things from this realm returned… if they returned at all… with their names inverted and their shadows missing.

Tonight, Veyr did not come to bargain.

They came to take.

They stopped at the valley’s center where a sealed archway rose from the ground: black crystal fused with petrified lightning, tall as a cathedral door and smooth as oil. No inscription marked its purpose. It did not need one. It had presence the way storms have presence—an inevitability gathering itself.

Veyr placed their palm upon the arch.

The world inhaled.

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Flint and Cinder Sigils ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜ Trippy video on youtube

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Page 1 — The Door of Soft Angles

In the Calyx Expanse, where star-light traveled like slow water and nebulae held their breath, there drifted a structure that should not have existed: The Auralith Lattice.

It was not a station. Not a temple. Not a machine—though it behaved like all three. A kilometer-wide geometry of interlocked ribs and mirror-planes, folded into itself like a thought trying to become a law. Its surfaces were not metal, not stone, not crystal, but something stranger: a living polish, a skin that reflected not faces, but outcomes. If you looked too long, you saw what you would have done, and what you might still do—multiplied until meaning frayed.

Toward it drifted Vael Ruun, a pilgrim-navigator forged in the old border of myth and circuitry.

Vael’s body was humanoid, but alien in ways that made the word “humanoid” feel like a convenient lie. Their skin was hyphal-glass—translucent, milky, threaded with pale inner lights that pulsed like a lantern deep under ice. Four arms extended from a narrow torso, each forearm fringed with cilia fans that shimmered with microscopic motes—sensory filaments that tasted radiation, felt time-currents, heard pressure shifts in vacuum. Where a face should have been, Vael wore a mask of smooth obsidian lacquer, split by a single vertical slit that glowed teal when they focused, as if a hidden pupil opened behind stone.

No breath fogged their visor. No voice escaped their throat.
Vael spoke by resonance—subtle harmonics through bone-light and thread-nerve—felt more than heard.

They carried no weapon.

Instead, at their chest hung a relic: a meteor-glass pendant, teardrop shaped, within which floated a slow swirl of prismatic dust. The dust was not trapped. It stayed because it chose to. It was called the Unwritten, and it had sworn itself to Vael on a night when reality forgot to lock its door.

Ahead, the Lattice turned.

A seam appeared: The Door of Soft Angles—a crescent fracture in space, lined with aurora that moved like silk shaken under water. Around the Door hovered spores that were not biological: bright pinpoints, memory-seeds, each holding a single unspoken possibility. They orbited the seam in a disciplined halo, as if guarding it with reverence.

Vael slowed. The spores drifted closer. They did not touch. They recognized.

From the Lattice came a whisper without sound: a pressure in Vael’s ribs, a gentle insistence.

Enter.

Vael extended a hand. Their cilia fanned, tasting the seam. The aurora shivered and unfolded—inviting, patient, dreadful in its gentleness.

Beyond the Door lay a corridor made of darkness and faint geometry, as if the universe had sketched a path and not yet committed to ink.

Vael crossed.

The seam sealed behind them with a sigh like velvet being smoothed.

And the ritual began.

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Causality Peel Ritual ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜ Music Video on YouTube

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