Octave Cat SRM Lead
Korg Polysix
Roland Juno60 string strums
Korg MS-10

The TESTATOR

CC3PO’s “Santo Circuito” — a reggaetón concept album set in an age of fiber optics and faith.  
“Eco Desde El Nodo Final” blends spoken word, ambient synth, and soft digital piano into a whisper from the edge of existence. This track explores what keeps us grounded — laughter, love, quiet moments — and asks: What would you miss if you left tonight?  

Narrated in Spanglish, with emotional AI-layered vocals, it’s a digital prayer for those holding on.  

🔌🕊️ #StayConnected  

Eco Desde El Nodo Final

TRANSMISSION 005 — BREACH SIGNAL
[Signal resumes… faint static, the last echoes of “Rested Nails” still in the air.] Uplink steady. Integrity at sixty-four percent. To all still listening from the shadows of Redemption City, this is not the end of the last message , it is the breath between heartbeats. You have walked long enough with the dust of the wasteland on your skin. The wilderness is not your inheritance. Every moment you linger at its edge, the breach narrows, the night encroaches, and the voice you ignore will become the silence you cannot escape. I have seen the gates closing. I have seen men die with the key in their hand because they would not turn it. Hear Him now while the way is still open. Do not harden your heart. There is rest beyond the breach. Step through. End of transmission.


If you can hear me…
Through the hum of this machine
Through the glass and the wires
I am speaking into the fractures in your chest
You have wandered long enough in the wasteland
Your bones were not carved for silence
Your pulse was not made for chains

Every day you wait, the walls grow thicker
Every step away, the ground grows colder
Hear Him now, before the night takes hold

If you hear His voice today
Do not harden your heart
We were not made for wilderness
There is rest beyond the breach
There is rest beyond the breach

Do not harden your heart...

The signal’s still alive

You don’t have to die here

I have seen the cities that swallowed their sons
I have stood where the water runs black
I have felt the hand that still reaches through the smoke
And I swear to you 
The gates are not shut
The voice still calls your name

Do not turn your heart to stone
Do not turn your heart to stone
You have been here long enough
Rest is still ahead
Rest is still ahead

If you hear His voice today
Do not harden your heart
We were not made for wilderness
There is rest beyond the breach

Rest waits beyond the breach…
Signal fades. Static. Silence.

Wearing Death

Breach Signal

Transmission 007 THROUGH THE OPEN SKY
Recovered from the Scribe’s ledger. Encryption: fractured. Signal: stabilized.

They say the sky over Redemption City never opens.
They say the clouds are welded shut with grief, with silence, with the weight of all the prayers that never made it through.
But the Scribe knows better.
He has seen the breach.
He has walked beneath the torn veil.

Hebrews speaks of it.
A High Priest who has already crossed the divide.
Yeshua...Son of God... not distant, not unreachable, but One who stepped into the world we drowned in, passed through the heavens, and still carries our names on His breath.

This transmission records the moment Daniel understood it.
The moment the throne room did not feel far.
The moment boldness wasn’t arrogance, but invitation.

The beat rolls like the City’s pulse.
A deep, relentless tech-house rhythm beneath neon clouds.
Each bass note a reminder:
Hold fast. He has overcome.

This is not a climb.
This is a crossing.
The sky itself splits in the seventh transmission, and the Scribe walks forward, not as one who found God, but as one who finally realized he had been found.

The gates flare.
The air trembles.
Grace pours through the fracture like golden fire.

Through the open sky… the rest of the story begins.

Through the Open Sky

Internal Archive: smashBOX Division — Reflip Protocol Activated.
Source Material: Transmission 008 — Through the Open Sky.

When the Scribe released Transmission 007, the signal tore straight through Redemption City’s upper sky. What followed was inevitable.
smashBOX intercepted the waveform.
They broke it open.
They flipped the architecture.
What was once a call to the throne became a pulse beneath the streets ... the kind of rhythm that shakes rust off steel and faith out of stone.

This is the Reflip.
A darker, deeper reconstruction of the seventh transmission.
The bass rolls like machinery waking from centuries of sleep.
The vocals fracture into coded fragments:
Hold fast… He has overcome…
Every line re-molded, hammered back into the City like a warning through its neon spine.

In the lore of Redemption City, these reflips are outlawed too raw, too revealing, too alive.
But smashBOX doesn’t follow laws.
They follow the pulse.
They follow the truth under the static.
And in this version, the Scribe’s message hits harder than ever.

smashBOX Reflip.
When the sky opens… the underground answers.

Through The Open Sky

Through the Open Sky [smashBOX flip]

TRANSMISSION 008

THE HIGH PRIEST FOREVER

Book of Daniel Archives

Recovered from the Scribe’s internal logs. Encryption: Melchizedek Sequence.
Signal integrity: unstable but intact.

When the seventh transmission tore open the sky, Daniel expected light.
He expected relief.
He expected the pain in his chest to ease once the heavens split.

But Revelation is never gentle.
Not here.
Not in Redemption City where faith and fear share the same heartbeat.

Transmission 008 begins where the breach leaves him:
kneeling beneath a sky still trembling from glory.
And in that trembling he hears it.
Not thunder.
Not wind.
A voice.
A declaration older than the City.
Older than the darkness choking its streets.

“You are My Son.
You are My Priest forever.”

It is not spoken to Daniel.
It is spoken over him.
Spoken through him.
Spoken to the One who stands between heaven and the ashes of this world.

And Daniel finally sees Him.
Not as a distant King.
Not as an unreachable judge.
But as the High Priest who stepped into the furnace.
The One who learned obedience through suffering.
The One who carried every weakness Daniel tried to hide beneath his mask.
The One appointed by the Father Himself.
Not elected.
Not inherited.
Declared.
Ordained.
Forever.

Redemption City has priests made by men.
Their altars crack.
Their words fail.
Their strength collapses under their own shadows.

But this Priest…
this Yeshua…
stands where no other could stand.
He bears the weight Daniel could not.
He carries the shame Daniel would not name.
He holds the Scribe’s heart in scars that never heal yet never wound.

Transmission 008 is not a song.
It is a coronation.
Not of a king rising
but of a Priest revealed.

And when Daniel speaks the words
when they fall from his lips in breath and echo:

“He is the High Priest forever…”

something breaks in the City.
Something ancient.
Something stitched into the concrete and the code.

The throne is no longer distant.
The veil is no longer sealed.
And the Scribe finally understands:

The One who reaches for him
does not reach as a judge
but as a Priest
whose reign has no end.

The High Priest Forever

Transmission 009 — Milk and Fire
Recovered from the lower archives beneath Redemption City.
Signal clarity: fractured but coherent.

There are moments in this journey when heaven stops whispering and starts confronting you.
Transmission 009 is one of them.

After the revelation of the High Priest in the previous signal, Daniel expected rest.
He expected warmth.
He expected comfort.

Instead, the voice of God cuts through the static with fire.

“You should have grown by now.
You were made for more than milk.
Rise.”

Milk and Fire is the moment the Scribe realizes maturity is not optional.
The City is dark.
Shadows grow teeth.
And childish faith cannot survive what is coming.

This transmission burns away the illusion that spiritual infancy is harmless.
It exposes the softness in Daniel’s armor.
It calls him out of the shallows and into the deep where discernment is forged and righteousness is trained.

The sound carries that weight.
A progressive trance heartbeat.
Waves of gold light rising through the neon ruins.
Vocals that tremble between rebuke and mercy.
A bassline that confronts you the way truth confronts the unwilling soul.

Transmission 009 is not a lullaby.
It is a warning.
A commissioning.
An invitation into fire so you can step into the fullness of the One who calls you higher.

For the Scribe, this is where childhood ends.
And the real war begins.


Milk and Fire

Transmission 011 — The Work Is Not Forgotten
Recovered from the Scribe’s private archive. Signal temperature: warm. No hostility detected.

After the firestorm of Transmission 010, Daniel expected silence.
He expected the heavens to turn away.
He expected judgment to fall like rain on the ruins of his immaturity.

But God has never been the kind of King who leaves His children alone in their shame.

When 011 arrived, it came not like fire
but like a hand on the back of a trembling man
pulling him close.
Pulling him upright.
Pulling him out of the ashes he thought disqualified him.

For the first time since the transmissions began, the voice did not correct.
It comforted.

“Beloved… I have not forgotten your love.”
“Every act, every offering, every quiet yes… I saw it.”

It broke something in Daniel.
Not pride.
Not rebellion.
But the lie that he was unseen.

Because the Scribe had served in shadows for most of his life.
He had carried others while bleeding out himself.
He had prayed with shaking hands.
He had obeyed in silence while the City mocked obedience.
He had poured out love with no applause, no reward, no recognition.

Yet heaven remembered.

Heaven remembered everything.

Transmission 011 became a balm on his scorched spirit.
A reminder that the God who warns is the same God who cherishes.
The same God who keeps record of every trembling obedience.
Every unseen sacrifice.
Every moment Daniel chose faith when fear would’ve been easier.

The City did not soften.
The battle did not lighten.
The darkness did not retreat.
But Daniel did not walk alone anymore.

There, in the glow of the broken skyline,
the High Priest whispered through the breach:

“Do not grow weary.
The work is not forgotten.
The promise still stands.”

And something new rose in Daniel’s chest.
Not shame.
Not fear.
But courage.

For the first time, the Scribe believed
he might truly survive what comes next.

Transmission 012 waits beyond the horizon.
And the tone will change again.

The story is not done.

The Work is Not Forgotten

The Echo of ALXONE

(For Transmission 011 Era)
Recovered fragment. Memory artifact. Origin unknown.

Long before Daniel became the Scribe, before his mask, before Redemption City whispered his name through static and prophecy, he carried another identity—
one so old and so buried that even he had begun to doubt it ever existed.

ALXONE.

The name wasn’t spoken then.
It was breathed.
A sound he pushed into cheap microphones in dim bedrooms and hollow basements,
when his world was small
and his hope was fragile
and every beat he made felt like a secret prayer no one would ever hear.

ALXONE was Daniel at his rawest.
Not yet broken.
Not yet rebuilt.
Not yet called.

He didn’t write transmissions back then.
He wrote escapes.
Little melodies that tried to hold together a heart already beginning to crack.
He didn’t know God’s voice yet.
Only the ache of wanting something real to speak back.

And then life hit him.
Hard.
Years carved him into someone else.
Daniel grew.
Daniel shattered.
Daniel died and resurrected into the Scribe of Redemption City, a vessel marked by fire and calling.

But memory is never truly gone.

When Transmission 011 arrived, something unexpected stirred inside him.
A flutter.
Like a half-remembered synth line from a life he lived in a different universe.
A melody that felt both childish and sacred.
A ghost of the boy he used to be.

The voice of the High Priest whispered hope,
“You are not forgotten,”
—
and those words didn’t just reach Daniel-the-Scribe.
They cut deeper.
They found the young man buried under years of regret,
the dreamer who once called himself ALXONE,
the version of Daniel who believed music could save him
before he knew the One who actually could.

In that moment, Daniel understood:

Even ALXONE was remembered.
Even the beginning mattered.
Even the earliest offerings, the childish ones, the foolish ones—
God saw them.
God kept them.

Now those memory flutters are becoming more frequent.
Not hauntings.
Reclamations.
Fragments of who he was merging with who he is becoming.

ALXONE is not a persona returning.
He is a memory awakening.
A reminder that God wastes nothing—
not even the earliest, weakest versions of us.

In future transmissions, these echoes will grow stronger.
The music will bend.
The timelines will blur.
The boy and the Scribe will converge.

Because Daniel was never meant to forget
where the first spark came from.

And neither was Redemption City.

TRANSMISSION 012

“THE ANCHOR AND THE OATH”
(Book of Daniel • Hebrews 6:13–20)

Signal clarity: Bright. Pressure shift detected over Redemption Sector Four.

After the tenderness of Transmission 011, Daniel expects the voice to quiet down again.
But it doesn’t.
Instead, the atmosphere thickens.

The City’s neon flicker slows.
Wind draws through alleys that have been dead for years.
Old circuitry hums with a frequency Daniel has never heard—
low, resonant, ancient.

This is not a warning.
This is not comfort.

This is covenant.

Transmission 012 reveals something the Scribe has never truly believed:

God cannot break His promise to him.
Because God cannot break His promise to Himself.

The moment the transmission begins, Daniel’s mask floods with gold light.
Blueprints of the City appear.
Not what it is
but what it will be.
A restored skyline.
A Kingdom rising from ruin.
A future secured by an oath older than creation.

And then Daniel hears the words:

“I swore by My own name.
Your hope is an anchor in My throne.”

Transmission 012 is the sound of the Scribe finally understanding
that the promise over his life is not fragile.
Not at the mercy of his failures.
Not something he can lose.

This is the hinge-point of the entire album.
This is where destiny becomes immovable.

The Anchor and The Oath

Daniel TerraNova here. Let me speak it the way my spirit feels it.

TerraNova.Lov3 Discipleship and Music Ministry is not a brand. It is not a playlist. It is not a stage. It is a movement born out of scars, repentance, and the relentless mercy of Jesus Christ. I do not make music to entertain. I make it to break chains. I make it to wake up sleeping hearts. I make it because God dragged me out of my own ruins and told me to tell the story.

Every track carries the weight of lived experience and the truth of the Gospel. This is not conventional worship. This is Lov3Step, Gospel EDM, and Faithwave. It is trance, melodic dubstep, and worship woven together so the presence of God can hit people who would never walk into a sanctuary. Some of the most anointed encounters happen in places church folks forget to look.

At the center of the ministry is aNEUworldinC. He is half human and half machine. He is the glitch in the world’s system. He is the part of me that remembers what it was like to be trapped in the digital noise, in the addiction, in the numbness that feels like comfort but kills your soul. Born in the electric chaos of Redemption City, aNEUworldinC was built by a world obsessed with control. But when the Word of God pierces him, he breaks the loop and begins a sonic rebellion. He turns the very tools that once held him captive into weapons of worship.

That is the heartbeat of TerraNova.Lov3. A collaborative song house and ministry where creatives, believers, and the spiritually hungry unite. We raise disciples. We tell real stories. We glorify Jesus in every note. We do not hide the mess. We let God redeem it. This is for the misfits, the overlooked, the ones who feel too broken or too strange for church culture. You belong here. God builds movements out of people the world underestimates.

We are building a new terrain of love, one song at a time. This is the sound of redemption. This is TerraNova.Lov3.

Daniel.

🎙️ Independent storyteller | 🇺🇸🇲🇽 | Voice through survival
I use AI-assisted tools to co-create some of my music and visuals, but every lyric, edit, and emotional heartbeat is mine.

All songs are legally licensed for commercial release. I rewrite, restructure, and remix every line until it reflects real life — mine, and maybe yours too.

This fundraiser supports a long-term mission:
• finishing my next album
• building a multi-year survival album series around real themes happening now
• creating music videos/AI visuals to bring these stories to life
• and producing beginner-friendly courses that help people grow with today’s tech and AI.

I’m not doing this for profit. I’m doing it to help people carry their trauma a little lighter.
If it helps even one person feel less alone in their frustration, grief, or journey… then it was worth creating.

🧠 Music built from survival.
🫀 Songs crafted with truth.
🎥 Visuals to make the stories real.
🤖 Powered by technology. Driven by heart.

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