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Original version composed 2022. Now expanded and possibly improved in 2025.

Recycle D1

Music inspired by the dystopian futures of Blade Runner, I Robot and all the wonderful Science Fiction of the Past and Future.

NEXUS: DOWNTOWN

/ Vocal  LaNa del Rey inside miX  / Cover Edit  Arrangement By Dope Your Baas

https://ffm.to/-sahar
Rhian Sheehan & Arli Liberman 'Sahar' is the fourth single from Rhian Sheehan & Arli Liberman's album Traces. Showcasing a more ambient side of the project, with the track building tension throughout, evoking a sonic world which feels both futuristic and ancient.

Drawing inspiration from Blade Runner and Peter Gabriel’s Passion score, ‘Sahar’ highlights Arli’s Eastern-influenced guitar work, featuring fretless guitar played with an eBow and processed through modular reverbs and delays. 

Traces immerses listeners in a dreamscape that feels both futuristic and nostalgic, distant and familiar - like a forgotten past or an undiscovered future - offering an immersive, yet intimate cinematic experience that unfolds like the soundtrack to an unmade film, all while staying true to their distinct styles and crafting a vivid and emotive journey.

SAHAR [single] - out now on Loop Electronic / Loop Recordings 
https://ffm.to/-sahar
TRACES [album] - released 12 September 2025
https://ffm.to/traces-album

Sahar

Vikings!

Original Score inspired by the Dan Hanks novel The way up is Death

ASCEND

bugs under the skin feast on my flesh

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MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

NEXUS: DOWNTOWN

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