https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kny4Ak1iFBA
Dans le théâtre des ombres, un être de mystère se dévoile. Un hibou, gardien des secrets nocturnes, se perche dans un silence sacré. Ses plumes, d'un bleu profond comme les abysses, captent la lumière spectrale de la lune. Un œil, fenêtre de l'âme, s'ouvre sur l'infini, tandis que l'autre, voile de l'inconscient, demeure scellé. Ce rapace, messager des dieux, guide les âmes égarées vers la source de la connaissance. Au crépuscule, le village s'éveille sous un voile de saphir. Une lumière étrange, née de l'éther, nimbe l'horizon. L'esprit cherche, questionne l'origine de cette clarté céleste. Une voix intérieure, écho de l'univers, murmure : "Elle émane de la Source." "Quelle est la nature de cette Source ?", demande l'âme en quête de vérité. "Elle est l'essence de l'intuition", répond la voix, porteuse de sagesse et de paix. Le souvenir du hibou ressurgit, tel un éclair de lucidité. "Mais le hibou n'est-il pas l'intuition elle-même ?", s'interroge l'esprit. La Source, dans un sourire énigmatique, révèle : "Le hibou est le reflet de la lumière de la Source. Celui qui le contemple découvre le chemin vers la vérité."

À la recherche de L’intuition

The concept of seriality in nature is intricately linked to human behavior, providing structure, predictability, and continuity in various aspects of life. By recognizing and embracing these patterns, individuals can enhance their well-being, adapt to changes, and create a harmonious relationship with the natural world

Seriality

The "quantum mind" refers to a collection of hypotheses that propose that quantum mechanics plays a fundamental role in the functioning of the human mind, particularly in consciousness. It's a complex and often controversial area of study that attempts to bridge the gap between physics and consciousness. Produce for my Youtube Channel in 2022 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvVgAkZViqY

Quantum Mind

La remontée de l'inconscient

This song’s lead was crafted using a Korg Volca Modular. Exploring modular synthesis is an exciting but challenging journey, especially on a device like this, where the absence of MIDI control leaves everything to manual adjustments. The unpredictability of modular sounds can be exhilarating yet difficult to tame.

I may have worked a little too intensely on this piece—it became so consuming that the melody played incessantly in my mind throughout the night, keeping sleep at bay. During that restless night, I experienced a vivid vision that seemed to emerge from the depths of my subconscious.
In this vision: 

A sad clown, poorly painted and with his head tilted, danced wildly to the erratic pulses of an out-of-control analog machine. His head appeared ready to fall from his body as sorrow burned into fierce, uncontrollable rage, expressed through an erratic, chaotic dance. His body seemed no longer his own to control. His mouth opened impossibly wide, his eyes bulged as if to escape their sockets. Then, with a thunderous roar, the head of a lion emerged from his mouth. As the lion advanced, the clown’s body tore apart, disintegrating into dust. The transformation was complete. The lion, now fully formed, walked away calmly and serenely, radiating power and peace.

Cover by mystery artist

The Modular Show

Here's another musical dream to share! I hope you enjoy it—though, honestly, I'm not sure what drives me to do this sometimes. This time, I ventured into experimenting with voice. I was a bit hesitant about publishing it, but then I thought, why not? After all, we're here to explore and try new things. Cheers to everyone!

A dimly lit city street. The air is heavy with waiting. The bus stop stands silent. Buildings loom overhead. I stand alone, my breath slow, uncertain—until I notice him. A man, all in black. Trench coat brushing against the wind, his short hat pulled low. His face? A void. As though he could vanish at any moment

Me: I’ve been standing here too long. The bus should have come by now. Should I start walking? If I do and it arrives, I’ll miss it. But if I stay, maybe nothing will come. What am I supposed to do?

The Man: Where do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know.
The silence wraps around me. He tilts his head slightly, as if seeing something I cannot.

The Man: Then maybe that’s why no bus is coming.

Me: What does that mean?

The Man: If you wanted to go to the sky, you’d take a plane. If you wanted to cross a lake, you’d take a boat. If you wanted to move through the roads, you’d take a car.

Me: And the bus?

The Man: It takes you to where you’ve decided to go. But you—you're standing still. The bus won’t arrive because you haven’t chosen.

Me: I only feel comfortable on solid ground. The air and the water—they unsettle me. But I want to face challenges. I don’t want to stay still.

The Man: Then go. Take the bus. But know where it leads.

Me: The sea. I want to see the sea.

A gust of wind. A low hum of an engine. My eyes dart to the corner of the street—and there it is. A bus. It stops in front of me. Doors open, inviting.

The Bus

Cinematic audio tapestry woven with mystery, emotion, and transformation.  

Detachment By Mark Mori:
The current pulls me, The waters murmur and devour.
I fight — But my arms grasp emptiness. The shadow waits, watching.
Then it appears: L’Insaisissable, No shape, no form, just presence.
"Ne retiens rien," it whispers, And I become the water.
An endless stream, I flow — No struggle, no fear, Only the flow.

https://markmori.bandcamp.com/track/detachment

Detachment

Serial lives, where patterns meet,
The unseen ties beneath our feet.
Coincidences, a coded rhyme,
Numbers align, in space and time.
Kammerer’s law, the world unfolds,
Through serial signs, the truth is told
A hat falls down, it spins, it rolls,
Caught by the wind, fate takes control.
In the café, a ticket's placed,
Numbers align, by chance, embraced.
Kammerer’s law, the world unfolds,
Through serial signs, the truth is told
Serial lives, where patterns meet,
The unseen ties beneath our feet.
Coincidences, a coded rhyme,
Numbers align, in space and time

Seriality a Hidden Chance

This track weaves glitch-laden textures into a flow that echoes the spirit of Terry Riley. It’s not about chasing the cutting edge—quite the opposite. I made this piece to break the mechanical monotony that often defines electronic music from within. Minimalism, for all its repetition, holds a revolutionary edge.

Think of this track as a condensed documentary—a long-form narrative trimmed down and sculpted with delicate arpeggios. Its backbone draws from hip-hop and the Bristol sound, with clear fingerprints of the ‘90s: dark, psychedelic, downtempo, electronic. That era was foundational for me—a time when sharp, bold sounds collided like they did in the ‘70s. I wanted to bring that spirit back.

In this barren landscape, I’m crafting sound like DJ Krush—pushing beats into places that feel abandoned or overlooked. Instrumental music has the power to tell stories without words, and for me, that’s its deepest beauty. Each sound carries a piece of my message—etched into the silence between the notes.


#Minimal #Glitch #Dub #BristolSound #IDM #Electronic #HipHopRoots #Experimental #LoFiPsyche #PostEverything

Lorvian

Lyrics: 
Wanting, Desire, and Drift
A drive that wears a thousand faces, hiding in a glance, a night, a glass.
Always searching, always on the edge, like a hand grasping without ever holding.
The skin absorbs. The body swallows. But never digests.
It is no longer a choice. It is a mechanism. Something moves beneath the skin, a shiver becoming structure, a memory turning to flesh.
We build walls around the unseen, we shape rules to mask instinct. And yet, the gears are already turning.
A form in the blind spot. A sentence spoken before being thought. An unfamiliar taste on the tongue, as if someone had decided before us.
Because thirst never disappears— it transforms. Into other gestures. Into other skins. Into other excesses.
We think we choose. We think we refuse. But it’s already done.

The Skin

Another dream. This time, no words. “She Emerges” unfolds in imagery: The ground hums. A totem carves sky from earth. From behind it, a presence—Hanim—slips forward. Her movements are ancient signals, her rhythm pulled by a drum only the soul can hear. Each gesture conjures fragments, memories caught in light. Then vanishing! She returns to shadow, as if summoned back by something older than time.

She Emerges

The origin of this band's name has no particular meaning. At first, we were thinking about the band's official email address and decided on "Altar Official". However, we ended up with "Oltta+Official" due to a typo, and it was too much trouble to correct, so we decided on "Olttaoff". It's a band name that doesn't make much sense, and no one will notice it even if you search all over the world. However, the sound of this band pursues genres such as retro electronic music, hip-hop, IDM, dub, psychedelic, and post-rock, creating chaotic music.

Band members are unknown.
All members are active under the artist name of each member. The songs are also published on individual soundclouds. It's just a song buried in the cloud.

Lorvian

Olttaoff

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