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MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Story to the Song...
On the vast, dusty plains of the planet Voxar live the Vocalite, a mysterious people in tune with the pulsating energy of the techno universe. Their homeworld is an endless desert of shimmering metallic sands, crisscrossed by glowing, neon rivers that light up the sky during the night.

The Vocalite are renowned for their ability to hear the vibrations of the universe and transform them into music. Their voices, sharp and clear as crystal, can control the elements, bringing the desert to life with endless, hypnotic rhythms. Legends say their melodies can bend time itself, stretching every single note into a never-ending dance that makes the heart of the desert beat in unison.

Deeply connected to the machines and technology that permeate their planet, they use sound waves and digital frequencies to shape their cities—floating metropolises of gleaming obsidian structures, where the hum of synthesizers is the language of the land. Every Vocalite carries a unique, glowing amulet that resonates with their personal frequency, harmonizing the pulse of the community.

The Vocalite follow an ancient code: "Only those who hear the rhythm of the cosmos can preserve balance." In their dances, which make the desert swirl with eternal motion, they find peace—and the eternity that only the techno universe can offer.  -   O ZERO

Vocalite

43x0 Vocalite Part I

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Kde si?

Welcome to my 41st release on SoundCloud. It's called 'Xcept ember' and I hope you like it!

Xcept ember

Tomorrow

Let me share a secret with you. This is my praise for this genre of music. Both making music, but also listing to great track is giving me sooo much back. 
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My source of energy
Are waves of melancholy

Detuned sawwave melody
Recharging my battery

Straight beats of low complexity
Set my mind and body free

Pads of ethereal harmony
Relax my brain just perfectly
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Recorded and produced in bitwig studio. All sounds made with native devices. Vocals by myself, but partially run through a vocoder.

SynthWave Religion

Did you ever fear the blank page ? i often do !

Shut up and play !

When doubt suddenly grips me
a blank page
not a single note
my head falters
and then everything freezes

When suddenly the desire eludes me
I can't find the words for my chords
there's no point in lying to myself

Then comes
despair
I can't even move my fingers anymore
I'm really just doing anything
but sometimes I still hear a little voice
that near me
whispers softly
Shut up and play!

When giving it all up is tempting
yes, it's silly
I agree
but I can't help it when it haunts me
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Tais Toi Et Joue ! (Translated)

When I heard the voice of this great Kenyan singer, I knew I had to write some music to this melody and style. It turned out a little bit rock-ish, listen to it!

Fly in the Mouth

Fly in the mouth

New production by the artist Felix Fiorentino, Afro house sounds accompanied by an enveloping groove.

Felix Fiorentino - Africangese

Słyszę wszystko

She knows, she drinks, she hopes tomorrow will be different.

Where Are You Tonight

The soul that will always be misunderstood.

Our world is full of unfairness and I hate it, because I am noone... I am mental ill for others... and I cant change it...

I am only honest to people, but they don't wanna hear truth because it is pain.

Noone is perfect you need accept it.

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