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Good Time

We are the Earth

大正ロマンチック・ジャズ

静寂にとけるトランペット

A jornada começa com um desabafo. “EU FIZ DE TUDO” abre o EP com a força de quem já tentou de todas as formas — no amor, na vida, no corre. Sampleando a voz marcante de Seu Jorge, a faixa mistura melancolia e firmeza, criando um retrato sincero de um sentimento que todo brasileiro conhece: o de dar o sangue e, ainda assim, se deparar com o desprezo ou a perda.

O boombap entra como batida do coração insistente, e cada verso ecoa como lembrança. É o tom perfeito para abrir um EP que carrega nas cores e nos sons a identidade de um país complexo, bonito e, muitas vezes, ferido.

EU FIZ DE TUDO

Go with the flow (流れのままに)

“Rise” is a soulful lo-fi loop designed to feel like sunlight slowly pouring into your room—warm, reflective, and full of intention. This beat is for the early risers, the dreamers, and anyone in need of a vibe that gently lifts the spirit. Whether you’re studying, creating, or just vibing out, let this loop carry you through the moment.

Produced by Jah Born.
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“Rise” – Soulful Lo-Fi Beat | Chillhop Instrumental | Study, Relax, Vibe

Crooked Alley Club

Rust Beneath the Beat

六月の手紙

Dernière pluie

Rap Beats Made From The Church In The Sky

Yakuza (Instrumental)

Homeward Ripples

Tartan & Thoughts

gradual

Cinematic chill-lounge concept album that traces the emotional arc of a single day in my beloved coastal city — from pre-dawn stillness to midnight introspection. Each instrumental track captures a moment in time, blending ambient textures, downtempo grooves, and minimalist sound design to evoke memory, movement, and mood. This is not music for dancing — it’s music for feeling, drifting, and returning to where your heart never left.

Concrete Heat, Liquid Calm

Album Music Videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DB6rTW1nEo&list=PLymNA9M985DgVuEZkgQMVel6v54ZiHZ_E
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Aya curled her fingers around a chipped porcelain mug, the steam fogging her glasses as rain braided silver ribbons down the café window. Old Kumo City’s crooked lanes vanished into mist, leaving only the glow of rain-lamps—teardrop bulbs strung on sagging wires that shone brighter the wetter they became. Their honey-orange halos pooled in every puddle, turning the street into a trembling galaxy of tiny suns.

She opened her sketchbook to a fresh page. The blank paper shimmered under the lamp’s reflection, and for a heartbeat Aya thought she saw a pulse behind the page —as if it were breathing. She touched her pencil point to the center and drew the faint outline of a gateway: two weather-blackened pillars crowned with tangled wisteria that dripped rain like beads of quicksilver. Each pencil stroke felt less like graphite and more like tugging thin threads out of the falling water. When the final tendril of wisteria bloomed, the sketch glowed ember-soft, then burst into quiet lavender light.

The café around her stretched, smeared like wet paint, and Aya felt herself slip forward—through page and window and lamplight—into weightlessness.

She landed in an abandoned metro tunnel where the tracks floated several inches above the gravel, loose as ribbons in unseen water. Bioluminescent mushrooms crowded the sleepers, caps wide enough to shelter two people, their undersides dripping neon-green spores that drifted not down but up, filling the air like reversed snowfall. Somewhere far away a single wind chime sang one clear note, and the spores shimmered in sympathetic ripples.

An origami crane unfolded from shadow. Its paper wings were ink-black, but its eyes glowed citrate yellow. With a quick tilt of its head, the bird launched itself forward, flapping in slow, deliberate arcs. Aya followed, her footsteps whisper-light on the hovering rails. Gravity felt hesitant here, as if deciding every second whether to stay.

The tunnel curved, walls widening into a cavern lit by moonlight that had no source. Cracks in the stone let thin waterfalls bleed upward, threading through the air toward some invisible sea overhead. Whenever a droplet brushed Aya’s skin, kaleidoscopic patterns blossomed in her vision—mandalas of jade, magenta, and cerulean that folded into one another like living stained glass. She let herself drift, each breath thick with petrichor and possibility, until the crane slipped through a circular archway rimmed in tiles that pulsed faint electric blue. Aya stepped through and the world blinked again.

Wind rushed with the scent of wet cedar. A colossal corkscrew tree stood before her, its trunk spiraling toward a sky smeared in dusk purples and dawn blues at once. Around the trunk coiled a bazaar in mid-air—suspended balconies formed from giant lotus petals, each petal lined with stalls. Air-fish glided between vendors, translucent bodies flickering oranges and pinks, casting watercolor shadows across drifting banners. Bells chimed from every direction, their notes weaving together like threads on a loom.

Fox-masked merchants beckoned Aya with wave fans painted in shimmering ink. She explored slowly, fingertips skimming glass bottles that held clouds, marbles that contained sunsets, lanterns harboring sleeping fireflies. At one stall she paused: a tiny vial labeled Memory of Tomorrow rested on a velvet cushion. The merchant behind the table—tall, cloak stitched from scraps of midnight sky—did not speak. Instead, he pointed at Aya’s sketchbook.

Turntable Tower Drift

Brainwave Loops

Dizzy Boy, The Yume Collective - Moment That Stay

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