Name: InTheMix - Groovy Circles by PeakLaserFocus
Duration: 6 min 3 s
Description: GROOVY CIRCLES

Heh, reminds me of Infected Mushroom's style.

Sound of the Alarm ringing in my head all day

Siren

I Am Fantastic

Hard techno + sci‑fi visuals—enter the dark warehouse at 4AM.
Peak‑time energy with hypnotic, trippy visuals in 4K—go deep.
Raw, deep, hypnotic techno—late‑night sci‑fi trip.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Mote That Sang Coordinates
In the cold fold beyond the Perseid wake, a glint of biology threaded with machinery drifted like a seed waiting for soil. The vessel had once been named for a numbered star, but that name had long since been composted by its living hull. Now it was simply the Ship That Grew a Forest, and it was dreaming itself apart.

The call that reached the Lattice did not arrive as sound or code. It arrived as fragrance—notes of rain on copper, lichen warmed by moonlight, resin char from a fire that had never burned. Those who could taste messages tasted it and turned their attention. Those who could walk the geometry between intentions chose a courier.

The courier’s name was Vyr, a bipedal being of amber cartilage and night‑black bark. Vyr was not born so much as distilled from woodland thunder, given joints that clicked like patient metronomes and lungs thick with spores that glowed when it thought. It wore no armor, only a cloak woven from mycelial skeins that learned whatever they touched. Every step it took made a quiet pattern in the air, as if the floor had become a pond and its feet were pebbles thrown carefully into it.

At the edge of the derelict, Vyr found a hull grown into arches and buttresses, cathedral‑minded, a skeleton trellised with luminous growth. The ship had weathered vacuum as if vacuum were merely another winter. Filaments strung from rib to rib like constellations. Caps the size of shields opened to text the dark with bio‑luminescent grammar.

The scent‑message burned brighter. Vyr inhaled. The spores kindled in its lungs, and the path unfolded.

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The Ship That Grew a Forest | Music Video on YouTube

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

Peak time techno meets a psychedelic world—watch the gate open in 4K.
Hypnotic acid lines, rolling bass—warehouse energy for the late hours.
No vocals, just a relentless visual trip synced to 122 BPM.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Sky Breaks Into Petals

On the world‑city of Orialis, ceilings were a polite fiction. The sky drifted like oil on water: slow, prismatic, a dream front politely delayed. Then, without ceremony, the first drop fell—a prism bead that took a century to reach the ground and somehow struck within a heartbeat. It nested in a cup of lichen on the parapet of the Sporespire, and everything remembered how to bloom.

They called it the Lysergide Rain. It came seldom, and when it did, it revised reality. Buildings sighed and decided on better shapes. Streets discovered shortcuts they’d been shy about proposing. Even the light learned new ways to turn corners. Across roofs and terraces, the citizens of Orialis lifted their faces—none of them human, none of them ordinary. They were mycelium‑born with crowns of pale gills, river‑djinn poured into glassy bodies, chrysalis‑knights whose armor molted into sculptures at dusk. And walking among them, as different from them as a question mark is from a meadow, strode Vesryn, a guide chosen by the Lattice.

Vesryn was humanoid the way a constellation is a kind of animal—recognizable, deliberate, never actually seen the same way twice. Filaments threaded their skin like silver roots, and where a heart would be, a slow heliograph pulsed behind their ribs, blinking messages nobody else could read. Their eyes were rings of petrified wood; peer long enough, you could count the seasons they had survived. When the Lysergide Rain started, Vesryn’s inner heliograph flashed a sentence that translated to: It is time to find the place that forgot it was a door.

They drew their Anamnesis Dial from a pouch woven of dried veils of mushroom. The disk looked like a coin sculpted by a fever dream—its markings never steady, its edge always a bit unsure where, precisely, to be. The Dial warmed, and the Lattice sang—soundless, exigent, intimate. Vesryn felt the road think itself into existence beneath their feet.

Orialis responded like a creature being scratched in exactly the right spot. A boulevard unrolled, not paving itself so much as claiming it had always been there. Along its borders, chroma‑moths woke and opened paneled wings that glowed like stained glass rinsed with LSD light: delicate, vectorial, laughing. They took to the air in a rumor of color.

Vesryn set a palm to the Sporespire’s stone and bowed. “I will return. Or I will succeed. Both feel like the same thing.” The spire’s mycelial ribs answered by trembling, a resonance like a conch’s heart.

They walked into rain that edited the world as it fell.

II. The Guide and the Thought‑Road

The road kept remaking itself. It hummed when Vesryn walked, quiet when they paused, impatient when they looked away. It led past mushroom groves with gills that glimmered like cities seen from space; under each cap, spore‑constellations drifted in drifts that spelled diagrams of elsewhere.

Continues on the website.


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Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwall.com
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https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0KcTUD3hmRdi1SUWd6VL
https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/
https://grasspatchbum.com/
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Support the tunes:
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Lysergide Rain Over Orialis | Music video on Youtube

DJ Rascal - Interstellar

Mastered by @https://soundcloud.com/adam-pearse-5

Does It?

Im back for YOUR SPACE ADVENTURE SOUND MY DEAR SPACEFLIGHT COMPADRES AND SPACE LADYCATS FROM FAR GALAXYS !
Have Fun with my NEW VISIONS IN BEATS ..
YALL TOLD ME  ...
KEEP ON CREATING !!  🫶🏻🤙🏻🤌🏻🙌🏻👌🏻🎧🎶🎵🚀
YES  FOLKS .... FOR YALL I WILL DO FOR SURE !!

YOURS ....

Rakete 🚀 

Remix_213( BASSBOX-EDIT ).m4a

Psy music video : https://youtu.be/4FiV5PqiR84

Hypnotic melodic techno with trippy sci‑fi worlds—headphones on.
123 BPM deep melodic techno—cosmic warehouse energy, hypnotic groove.
Hypnotic techno + cinematic visuals: step through the mycelial gate.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
By the time the firmament loosened, the sky poured in threads rather than rain. Each filament was a liquid line of star‑light, silver at its core and haloed by shifting colors, a river falling upward as much as down. The elders called it Liquid Star Dawn, a rare hour when the night remembered its own birth and melted into rivers that ran between the worlds. It happened once in an age, and it unstitched distance. Roads grew out of it like veins. Gateways remembered how to breathe.

On the edge of a bioluminescent vale, where luminous mushrooms rose like spires and bells, a figure waited who was not made of simple flesh. Vaelith was of the Luminari Myce, a humanoid people whose skin was a tapestry of living threads. Soft blue light drifted beneath her filaments the way pulse drifts beneath translucent wings. In the dark, she looked like a map of constellations walking upright. Along her skull grew a crown of pale, antler‑like hyphae; each antler sprouted tiny lantern caps whose gills breathed faint, cold fire. Where others slept, Vaelith listened—to soils, to stones, to the small sighs the world makes when it changes its mind.

Liquid Star Dawn had been whispered across the roots for weeks before the sky finally unlatched. The Dream‑Mirror Tides—a bright, crystalline wind that turned reflections into gates—were said to follow the star‑rivers and shape them into bridges. Only myth had returned from those bridges, myth and the occasional traveler who came back with a new shadow, or none at all. Vaelith had been chosen to follow the first, brightest stream to its fount and bring back a draught for the sleeping Crown Titan far below the mycelial cathedrals. The Titan was the island’s dreamer; without its dreaming, forests would forget their own names and wind would forget to be kind.

Vaelith wore a mantle of night‑ferns and a belt woven of moon‑vine. On her palms, her filaments unfurled into soft cilia, quick to taste the air for changes. Slung over one shoulder was a lattice instrument called a chronophore, grown from the ribs of ancient shelf‑mushrooms; it did not measure time, but angles of possibility, the way a compass measures north. The chronophore rattled gently as the first star‑threads pooled into a shallow, shining river across the mushroom clearing.

A silhouette lifted from the far side of the grove, taller than any stag, more delicate than any deer. Its antlers were a choir of intricate loops; its face was a mask of obsidian facets reflecting a horizon no one could presently see.

“Treadlight,” Vaelith greeted, dipping her head.

The horned being bowed, and its many eyes blinked in slow sequence, like a constellation shuttering. Treadlight was an Aether Cervid, a creature of the Dream‑Mirror Tides, summoned by the promise of Liquid Star Dawn. Its hooves did not touch earth; they visited it.

Continues on the website.


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Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwall.com
o(*^＠^*)o
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0KcTUD3hmRdi1SUWd6VL
https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/
https://grasspatchbum.com/
ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ
Support the tunes:
https://paypal.me/grasspatchbum


#techno #trippyvisuals #technomusic #visualizer #undergroundtechno #musicvisualizer #4kvideo #4kvisuals #psychedelicvisuals #peaktimetechno #hypnotictechno #drivingtechno #melodictechno #aimusicvideo

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InTheMix - Groovy Circles

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Aliases: PeakLaserFocus / P.L.F. / InTheMix

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