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Monika Kruse - Ground Zero

This is Dara Ashrafi's second time working with Unrilis as part of the Rilis series that was originally launched as a vinyl only project in the '90s by Rino Cerrone. 

This Is The Rhythm closes the release with twisted vocals and a lurching bassline that unfold with building intensity.
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This Is The Rhythm

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Hellish - Machine Learning (Original Mix) 160Kbps

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Jacopo Susini - Different Way

Running2-1

9.7.2020   running 2.1  v1

Fast, raw, relentless—hardgroove meets schranz in a warehouse storm.
Underground hard techno built for late nights and void‑black rooms.
Pure drive: fast techno, dark bass, hypnotic momentum.
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Chromatic Torrent Drift
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The Story
They call you Riftwalker because you learned a new way to keep a promise.

Before that, you were another night-shift body wandering fluorescent hallways that hummed even when the power was out, mopping the same square of floor because it was easier than believing the world wanted anything from you. Then the first door winked where there had never been a door—between an ice machine and a vending unit that sold nothing but grape soda—and the air on the other side wore a smell like rain rehearsing. You stepped through with the reflex of someone too tired to be frightened and discovered a geography that had been waiting for the exact shape of your footfall.

You learned the strange keys that coax reality’s seams to loosen: powders that fold time into soft pleats; cactus buttons that remember constellations older than law; mushrooms that breathe to each other under city pavement, trading gossip through hair-fine roots. You learned the weight of a message in your pocket when it’s more than paper—when it’s an embryo of possibility, warm with its own opinion. And you learned the rule that matters: doors open outward only if you have something to give. The world is not a charity; it is a barter.

Tonight, your phone chimes without lighting up. The text is only a hand-drawn spiral. That’s how they ask. You put on the coat with the lining you stitched yourself, the one that looks ordinary to the ordinary—thread the color of rainwater, buttons cut from a mirror that refuses to show strangers. You take the stairs. The stairwell lengthens. Stairs become corridor; concrete becomes linoleum that’s too clean to be honest. There’s the clock you never trust and vents that exhale lazy snow. Spores drift out and land on your sleeve. Under each one is a coordinate you won’t recall when you wake.

The message finds you the way messages always do: the corridor turns slightly wrong, like a book misprinted by an enthusiastic god, and a door stands where nothing stood five nights ago. You open it. Not because you believe yourself chosen—because you are practiced at saying yes before doubt can invent a reason to be clever.

Inside is a room that refuses to be a room. The floor is the idea of floor. The walls keep changing their minds. At the center, on a table that only has three legs because it doesn’t need four, something beats in a rhythm that will not be named. A puff of air touches your hand: not breath, not wind. It is recognition. The message is no envelope. It is a palm-sized egg of warm blue glass, and when it touches your skin, your pulse revises itself to meet its tempo. A mark appears on your wrist, thin as spider silk, a ring that wasn’t there a second ago. The more you look at it, the more it looks back. “All right,” you say to nobody in particular. “I’ll carry you.”

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You Were Never Here

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