The Returner

Kalen had always heard the stories—of Earth, the birthplace of his kind. His people had left it thousands of years ago, traveling beyond light, creating a civilization without war, hunger, or suffering.

Yet something pulled him back.

Against the warnings of his elders, he descended onto the forgotten world. What he found was a place unchanged.

Cities stretched high into the sky, but below, the streets were filled with the hungry and the lost, their bodies curled in doorways, their eyes hollow. Towers of wealth cast shadows over the poor, unseen and unheard.

He walked through factories where men and women moved like ghosts, their labor feeding the powerful while they withered. In hospitals, the sick begged for life, but medicine belonged only to those who could pay. Children were born into cages of debt, taught not to dream but to obey.

And above it all, the rulers sat upon their thrones, different names, different empires, but always the same hunger in their eyes.

One night, Kalen stood in an empty field, where the wind whispered to the trees, where the stars still shone without permission. A small girl watched him, her face marked by dirt, ribs pressing against her skin.

“You don’t belong here,” she said.

“No,” he admitted.

“Then why did you come?”

He had no answer.

Maybe he had come to see if they were right to leave. Or maybe he had hoped to find something unbroken.

The girl shivered in the cold, and he reached out instinctively—but before he could touch her, voices barked through the darkness.

“Step away from the girl.”

Figures emerged from the shadows—men in uniform, weapons gleaming. They did not know who he was. They did not care.

They did not fear gods.

They only feared losing control.

The girl gripped his sleeve, whispering, “Run.”

But Kalen did not run.

For the first time in his life, he felt something his kind had long forgotten—grief. The grief that had driven his ancestors away, the grief of those left behind.

And in that moment, he understood why he had come.

Because someone had to see.

Because if no one returned, the forgotten would remain forgotten.

And that, he realized, was the greatest tragedy of all.

Nature

Not in the same order: 

Tracklist: 

      1.	Unberg - Dusk
	2.	Docetism - Silvagenitus
	3.	Buntaro Toriyama - Passing Days
	4.	Libel Ann
	5.	Buntaro Toriyama - Against
	6.	Runo - Forest Dub
	7.	Buntaro Toriyama - Box
	8.	Unberg - Brut White
	9.	Textural Being - Winter Sky
	10.	MC2_120_vinyl_crackle_leakedge
	11.	DJ PoolBoi - Before You Go
	12.	Advanced Dreams - Absent Presence
	13.	Smooth - Spaceport 65
	14.	Rust II
	15.	Yonef - Cloud Reflections
	16.	Buntaro Toriyama - All The While
	17.	Klimz - Deep Impact
	18.	Yonef - Sol
	19.	Yonef - Aurora
	20.	Yawno - Por Quilo
	21.	Martin Stürtzer - Birds
	22.	Tim Kossmann - A Strange Place
	23.	Yonef - Electryone
	24.	Yonef - Floating Through Blue
	25.	DAGAZ Project - Coup D’État
	26.	Yonef - Hemera
	27.	Yonef - Athena
	28.	ASC - Washed Away Over Time
	29.	MC2_120_vinyl_crackle_leakedge
	30.	MC2_120_vinyl_crackle_leakedge.wav
	31.	Yonef - Athena II
	32.	City of Angels
	33.	Unknown Artist - Цвeтeт

Ambient Dub Techno Mix- Gentle Friday

Psychedlic Space Ambient Psychill

Zero Gravity

Ancient Games

Anomieuphoria

Algeria → New York.
I make ambient, techno, and sound structures from my feelings. I’m also a perfumer. Scent and sound are the same, both linger, both vanish, both speak.
What’s real 🖤what’s alive.
Silence, Memory. Texture, Spirit. Freedom. Love. Struggle. Raw beauty. Migrant Soul Isolation. Identity Shifts. Raw Emotion.

Uninterested in shallow norms.

Anomieuphoria

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