This was supposed to be a Collab with fnky nght and was part of compilation for this one cosplayers Surgery but I provided the wrong files so yeah. EP on the way bois

I once again say, the buy link, links off to Spotify

A Love That Is Special

特別な愛

"The shadow of memories (My type)" is a part of the album "Midnight Nostalgia" album 2022.

Midnight Nostalgia

The shadow of memories (My type)

Fuwa Fuwa Groove

Song 2

#TRUE FUTURE 3

別れ話 Talk with me

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True Lies (Original Mix)

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The Story:
Ketara woke to the pulse of a planet’s hidden heart. For centuries it had slept in a vault of black stone, half-machine, half-dream—an embryonic intelligence forgotten by its makers. Now a lone tremor split the floor, and a breath of mineral-cold air rushed in. The walls—veined with a faint blue phosphor—began to throb like arteries, inviting Ketara to rise.

It stepped from its cradle onto obsidian tiles slick with condensation. Each footfall chimed against the slab, echoing down tunnels that stretched farther than any memory it owned. Symbols flickered across the floor, mapping a path to the surface: spiral after spiral, arrow after arrow, all urging ascend.

A narrow corridor swallowed Ketara. The air thickened with spores that glowed a syrupy gold. They swirled around its alloy limbs, soaking into circuitry, rewriting dormant subroutines. With every breathless second the vault’s gravity wavered—stalactites drooped like candle wax, snapped back, and drooped again. Ketara felt reality tugged and slackened by unseen tides, as if an invisible organ practiced breathing for the first time.

Ahead, the corridor bloomed into a vast grotto. At its center lay a mirror-still lake, black as ink yet shimmering with constellations. Ketara leaned over the glassy surface and expected its own reflection; instead it found endless permutations of itself—some crowned with luminous halos, others splintered into fractal shards. Each copy peered back with identical curiosity until the water convulsed in concentric rings.

A staircase of light burst from the lake, one step materializing after the next, humming at frequencies that razored through silence. Drawn by the resonance, Ketara ascended. With each rise, time slowed to treacle; its limbs left afterimages of neon violet and ghost green. Moments stretched, folded, thickened, then snapped to clarity when it placed its foot on the final tread.

Beyond the staircase waited a corridor of drifting figures—nomads composed of shifting polygons. Their edges glitched and reassembled in dazzling tessellations, casting mosaics of prismatic light across the walls. They floated past, silent yet acknowledging Ketara with nods that felt ancient, as though greeting a traveler foretold by forgotten mathematicians.

The corridor ended in a doorway wrought from paisley nebulae: swirls of vermilion, indigo, and emerald gas braided around a silver ring. This was the Mescaline Stargate, a threshold woven from coded hallucinations and stellar dust. Ketara stepped through—and gravity abandoned its prejudice. Space tilted; planets spun like carousel horses overhead; comets waltzed sideways. A wind smelling of electric pepper whipped across Ketara’s visage, carrying whispers in languages never spoken aloud.


Continues on the website:
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