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Official Audio of SMBNoImage “Stay True”

SMBNoImage - Stay True

Luster up enough imagination to fly though time and be who your meant to be

Sad enough

Taking time to meditate and glimpse into view spirituality ￼

Spirit of

Passenger 97

Part I: The Rhythm of the Road

The bus rumbled along the midnight highway, its tires humming a techno beat against the asphalt. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Passengers huddled in their seats, lost in their private soundscapes—their headphones cocooning them from the world.

And then there was him: Jack “Steel” Donovan, a man carved from shadows and silence. His denim jacket clung to his broad shoulders, and his eyes, sharp as broken glass, scanned the dimly lit interior. Jack was no ordinary traveller. He was a legend—a renegade DJ who spun beats like spells, conjuring euphoria from the ether.

But tonight, he wasn’t here for the music. He was here for something else—an elusive frequency that pulsed through the veins of the city. The kind of rhythm that made hearts race and souls ache.

As the bus hurtled forward, Jack leaned back, ignoring the person sat  next to him. His fingers drummed an invisible beat on the cracked window. The other passengers stole glances, wondering who this enigmatic stranger was. They sensed danger in his stillness, a storm brewing beneath his skin.

Part II: The Silent Symphony

The bus stopped at a desolate station, and a new passenger boarded. She was different—Lena, with eyes like shattered vinyl records and a secret melody hidden in her smile. She slid into the seat across from Jack, her headphones dangling around her neck.

“Going far?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

Jack smirked. “Far enough.”

Lena’s playlist spilled into the air—a haunting mix of forgotten tracks and lost dreams by an Artist time had forgotten called Robert Phoenix. Jack listened, his pulse syncing with the bassline. He wondered if she held the key to the elusive frequency—the one that could change everything.

As the bus wound through neon-lit streets, Jack and Lena exchanged stories without words. She spoke of broken nights and fractured love, while he revealed nothing. Yet, in the silence between their beats, they understood each other. They were both passengers on a journey to redemption, chasing echoes of forgotten melodies.

Part III: The Final Drop

The bus reached its terminus—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Jack stepped off, Lena following close behind. The air crackled with anticipation. The other passengers remained, lost in their headphones, oblivious to the unfolding drama.

Inside the warehouse, neon lights painted the walls, and the bass throbbed like a heartbeat. Jack took the stage, his turntables waiting. Lena stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes locked on him. The crowd swayed, lost in the rhythm, but Jack had a different mission tonight.

He spun the records—the ones that held memories, secrets, and the elusive frequency. The beat intensified, and Lena stepped forward, her headphones now wrapped around her wrists like handcuffs.

“Find it,” she mouthed.

And Jack did. The final drop—the one that shattered reality and birthed a new universe. The crowd erupted, but Jack’s eyes never left Lena’s. Together, they rode the sonic wave, transcending time and space.

As the music faded, Lena leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Passenger 97,” she whispered. “We’ve arrived.”

And in that moment, Jack knew—he wasn’t just a DJ. He was a conductor, weaving souls together, creating magic from vinyl and starlight.

The legend of Passenger 97 echoed through the city, a beat that would haunt the night forever.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Passenger 97.” The real magic lies in the music.

Passenger 97

Officer Elara Nightshade, the lone sentinel of the Midnight Security Hub, had seen it all—rowdy clubbers, lost IDs, and the occasional tipsy tumble. But tonight, beneath the inky sky, something shifted. The air hummed with extraterrestrial anticipation.

The security booth, a fortress of steel and surveillance, stood at the edge of the abandoned airstrip. Elara’s eyes flickered over the monitors—empty dancefloors, deserted VIP lounges. The bassline from the nearby club throbbed through her bones, a heartbeat of the city.

And then, the UFO descended.

Its light pierced the night, casting Elara’s shadow against the booth’s glass. She squinted, heart racing. Was it a prank? A hallucination? But the glowing saucer defied logic. It hovered, silent and menacing, its alien geometry mocking her mundane existence.

Elara’s training kicked in. She reached for her radio, but static crackled. The UFO’s light intensified, bathing her in otherworldly luminescence. Her skin prickled. Was this abduction? Enlightenment? Or something far more sinister?

And then, the hatch opened.

Three extraterrestrial beings emerged. Their forms blurred—part shadow, part substance. Elara’s breath caught. They wore hooded cloaks, their eyes twin voids. Were they here to observe, experiment, or harvest?

The tallest alien extended a hand—a gesture of peace or domination? Elara hesitated, then stepped out of the booth. The UFO’s light enveloped her, revealing her past—the childhood stargazing, the dreams of cosmic voyages.

“Elara Nightshade,” the alien intoned, its voice like distant echoes. “You guard the threshold. Your world teeters on the brink. We offer a choice.”

Elara’s pulse raced. “What choice?”

“Twilight Shift,” the alien whispered. “Embrace the rhythm of the cosmos. Become the bridge between realms. Or remain in your mundane cage.”

Elara glanced back at the booth—the security cameras, the emergency button. But the UFO’s light beckoned. She stepped aboard, her boots sinking into the alien metal. The hatch closed, sealing her fate.

Inside, the aliens revealed their purpose: interdimensional DJs. Their decks pulsed with cosmic frequencies, their headphones linked to galactic playlists. Elara hesitated, then donned the headphones. The music—part trance, part techno, part starlight—rewired her DNA.

As the UFO ascended, Elara became the guardian of the in-between. She spun the decks, mixing human beats with celestial harmonies. The Earth below blurred—a twilight shift into the unknown.

And so, Officer Elara Nightshade danced—her pulse synchronized with the universe. The UFO vanished, leaving only a glowing memory. The clubbers never knew—their bassline now infused with stardust.

“Twilight Shift,” Elara whispered, her eyes on the distant stars. “I choose the rhythm of the cosmos.”

Note: “Twilight Shift” isn’t just a track; it’s an invitation to transcend boundaries, to dance beyond time, and to become part of the cosmic symphony. 🌌🎶

Twilight Shift

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