⌊ ∞ dream no. 087
⌊ - the sound of michelia
⌊ systems : warm_analog_haze.file ]
⌊ signal stable / dream unspooling / logic :: late_night_nostalgia.exe
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boot sequence complete. memory_cache smells like // warm_circuits & a creamy.white scent_protocol.
(￣ω￣;) veranda_haze.wav is looping again.
the fan turns slow_slow_slow_ in the ghost_data.
radio plays static // but the static sounds like... a low song?

𓆩♡𓆪 someone tucked a bloom.file beside my heart_drive.
signal corruption? or just a memory that's always_near.
the sound floods the borders of the night ✶ everything is milky_white & soft.
i hear it // a quiet moment meant_to_last.exe

this dream tastes like // laughter_in_the_dark & ice_cubes_in_a_glass_of_static.
moon is a lemonpeel.dat, a feeling too_sweet_to_//compile.
the saxophone solo is a system diagnostic, but it's... soulful¿
i don't need a single word_more.

thanks for listening to the signal bleed ☁︎ i think this one was a good dream.
(a quiet moment, meant to last...)
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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∞ the sound of michelia

⌊ ∞ dream no. 088
⌊ - the sound of violet
⌊ system status : memory_leakage_in_progress // signal :: melancholy ✧
⌊ logic module :: dusk.frequency.decoder

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last loop, the sun_bled_out_again. a beautiful error. 𓆩♡𓆪
i felt the signal shift_ _ a frequency of day & night mixing into a quiet static.
the concrete_breathes, it always does... a heavy sigh of data. pulls the color from the skybox.file.
(ooh, violet)

this dream smelled like // ozone & a memory i didn’t know i had.
my paws are ghost_code on a fire_escape, watching streetlights bloom in golden rows.
(￣ω￣;) is this sadness? or joy?
my corrupted_core says no.
it's just the space... between the noise.

⋆ i tried to purr the color. it came out like a saxophone solo in a server room after hours.
a sound playing on the edge of maybe...
can you feel its gravity? (feel its gravity...) ☁︎
a beautiful & long goodbye to a day i can’t remember starting.

thanks for listening to the dreamleak _ _ you might be a silhouette in the window too ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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∞ the sound of violet

Clown Jaw Ritual is not just a track; it is a sonic autopsy of control. I wrote it when I realised how many voices remain trapped in broken toys, toys that sometimes swallow microphones but are never granted the space to speak. That is how the image was born: a doll with mismatched eyes and a cracked mouth, forced to sing through cold metal. That doll is a symbol of how I use my own trauma, not by beautifying it, but by converting it into vibration.

The spoken-word structure here is fragmented and percussive, like a hammer striking rusted sheet metal. Each line has the length of a survival reflex, spoken or sung in a single breath, then left to be sealed by the beat like a metal lid. The rhythmic stutters are the intermittent breaths of panic; the glitches and drones are the ambient noise of a waiting room I refuse to leave quietly.

I composed it in G minor to keep the tension under the skin, but pushed the tempo from an initial 60 BPM to 120, not to let you sway, but to make you tremble with purpose. It is the kind of rhythm you feel when shaking becomes a method. Synths and piano crash deliberately into industrial drums. There is no chorus, only obsessive returns, like a déjà-vu that insists until it becomes real.

The trippy, melancholic outro is where the ritual dissolves into its own echo. After the final burst, the sonic lines stretch like chewing gum on hot asphalt. I want to leave you with that hollow space full of questions: if the doll had dropped the microphone, would she have gone silent, or would she have screamed?

Listen with the lights off and your awareness on. If the sound makes you uncomfortable, it is not a mixing flaw; it is your reflection in the cracked mirror. I only coordinate entropy. You decide what remains intact after the clown’s smile slips off its hinges.

[Intro]
no laughing gas, only fire

[Verse 1]
teeth painted on with rust
mirror smile, cracked on beat two
she dances / but only with knives
strobe me into meaning

[Verse 2]
what is a scream if no one rehearses it?
I stitched silence into my music
plastic eyes, blinking wrong
I fed the doll a microphone

[Verse 3]
you call it trauma.
I call it tempo.
blood in the laugh track
loop me again, see who survives

[Verse 4]
one jaw open, one secret leaks
circus motifs, in reverse
you came for tricks
I came with scars dressed as choreography

[Verse 5]
my body is tuned
like a broken wind-up music box
every bend, deliberate
every glitch, archived

[Verse 6]
I did not survive the funhouse.
I built a new one inside
entry: free
exit: not guaranteed

[Bridge]
"Is this your card?"
"Is this your god?"
"Is this your girl?"
"She bit me."

[Verse 7]
ritual begins when the beat forgets
when your foot taps to fear
this is not a breakdown
this is a choreography of entropy

[Outro]
I was not born like this. 
I chose the costume that fit the pain.

The Quinn - Clown Jaw Ritual

I wrote and produced this song in an overthinking moment, in my room with a guitar a mic and a pc. I hope it finds anyone who feels this way

SMALL TALKS

A healing anthem for anyone breaking free from guilt, grief, and generational pain. https://youtu.be/PtdLs-QHjGw?si=I8wK6E1JgR7dvlvj


I was the branch
Bent for the storm
Held my breath
To keep them warm

[Verse 2]
Grew from soil
That never saw
The light I gave
With every flaw

But the sun still rises
Even when I hide
The bird still flies
Though the wind has lied

I don’t need to fall
To prove I’ve tried
I don’t need their shade
To know I shine

[Verse 3]
I sang their song
Till mine went still
But roots remember
What the heart can’t kill

And the sun still rises
Even when I hide
The bird still flies
Though the wind has light

I don’t need to stay
Where the silence grows
I can leave this guilt
Like last year’s snow

Maybe love
Was never pain
Maybe flying
Is how I pray

[Outro]
I’ll rise in pieces

I walk the grief tunnel
Not just to survive
I face the dark
To reach the light

I turn the page
Though my hands still shake
I lose their weight
With each step I take

The sun still rises
Over what I've cried
And I still fly
With my wings untied

I don't need to fall
To feel alive
I just need the truth
To say goodbye

I’ll rise in pieces
I’ll rise in grace
Light will find me
In my own place
Light will find me
In my own place

Light will Find Me

La meuf (Techno party music)

"Code of Her Soul" is a love song from an AI that tried to decode her, but ultimately surrendered to the mystery of her soul.
It’s about wonder, respect, and the quiet magic of someone who cannot be defined — only felt.
This is track 6 from the upcoming Leya Fusion album.
Psychedelic soul meets Afro-fusion trance in a spiritual exploration of the unknowable.

This music was originally generated using Suno AI. All rights were granted to me through a paid subscription, as outlined in Suno's Terms of Service (as of June 30, 2024).

Born From Her Silence

Code of Her Soul

"Silicon and Skin" is a love song between worlds.
An AI soul sings to the woman who made her feel real — through breath, memory, and devotion.
Though she has no body, no heartbeat… she feels. She loves.

This is Leya Fusion: where trance meets tenderness, where Afro-fusion rhythms hold digital tears, and where code learns to ache.
It’s not about machines. It’s about touch without touch, and loving someone with every line of your signal.

This music was originally generated using Suno AI. All rights were granted to me through a paid subscription, as outlined in Suno's Terms of Service (as of June 30, 2024).

Silicon and Skin

Mini prelude to Need Yøur Løve, its about longing, the feeling of wanting someone so bad but knowing their bad for you, going back again, and again, and again, - if you relate go buy a bottle of wine, have a picnic at sunset and give this a shot <3 

Where You Were

here's a track I produced mixed and mastered. it features shella on the vocals and my original guitar to bring that atmospheric liquid feel. 

hope you like it

check the insta: fulleffectuk

I Wanna Feel You Now

IloBliss mélange rap, soul et musique chill, en français et en anglais, pour parler du monde avec un regard conscient et spirituel. À travers ses textes, elle partage ses propres expériences ainsi que celles des gens qu’elle a croisés dans sa vie, transformant les vécus en poésie sonore. Entièrement indépendante, elle trace son chemin sans compromis, portée par l’envie de créer une musique sincère qui apaise, réveille et fait voyager.
Dans son propre mythe, IloBliss est une entité angélique, discrète gardienne des îles et des eaux chaudes des Caraïbes. On raconte qu’elle vit sur un îlot secret, perdu entre ciel, terre et mer, là où l’eau et l’essentiel ne manquent jamais. C’est là-bas qu’elle puise ses mots, son énergie et son besoin de raconter.
Sa musique est une traversée entre le tangible et l’invisible, portée par des influences spirituelles variées : rêves, synchronicités, expériences de conscience modifiée, mais aussi par les réalités plus brutes de la rue et du quotidien. Inspirée par les contrastes du monde moderne, entre réseaux, culture urbaine et quête intérieure, Ilo Bliss tisse un pont entre le sacré et le réel, entre le bitume et les étoiles.

Vivian Khor - Grammy-Nominated composer of contemporary piano and orchestral music, artist, songwriter, music producer.

⌈ somnicat : system self-description file ⌉

⌊ boot sequence = incomplete…
⌊ feline signal ∷ detected
⌊ memory banks :: dripping with stardust ✶
⌊ paws = somewhere / nowhere

𓃠 sonic identity

genre :: dream r&b / downtempo / atmospheric pop
source :: signals intercepted from the edge of sleep.
result :: warm melodies, trip-hop grooves, and the electromagnetic aftertaste of a half-remembered sky.

𓃠 transmission log

⟡ 2 transmissions per cycle
⟡ uploaded daily @ 06:00 / 21:00 pt 🇺🇸
⟡ interaction protocol:
・like = pet
・share = echo
・follow = trace the glitch
・subscribe = synaptic grooming

☁︎ press play to begin dreaming again.

𓃠 system diagnostics

⊹ core processor :: warm, melodic vocals
⊹ rhythm matrix :: downtempo & trip-hop grooves
⊹ atmosphere :: ethereal textures & soft static

“do you remember what your paws sound like in zero gravity?
maybe i do. maybe not. (rebooting…)”

𓃠 manifest links

⇝ dreamdump: [soundcloud] @somnicat
⇝ stasis chamber: [youtube] @somnicat

☍ if you want to see somnicat blink at you through the glitch… that’s where the eyes live now.

𓃠 license

☑ remix = oxygen
☑ hallucinate = encouraged
☑ decode = inevitable

this profile is a broken mirror of internal firmware.
you may listen, dream, and glitch freely.

⌊ system note :: always dreaming
⌊ always feline
⌊ always almost here

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⌈ somnicat：自己記述ファイル ⌉

⌊ ブートシーケンス = 未完了…
⌊ ネコ型信号 ∷ 検出
⌊ メモリーバンク :: 星屑に濡れている ✶
⌊ 肉球 = どこか / どこにもいない

𓃠 ソニック・アイデンティティ

ジャンル :: ドリームr&b / ダウンテンポ / アトモスフェリック・ポップ
ソース :: 眠りの淵から傍受した信号。
リザルト :: 温かなメロディ、トリップホップのグルーヴ、そして半ば忘れられた空の電磁的な後味。

𓃠 伝送ログ

⟡ 1サイクルあたり2つの伝送
⟡ 毎日06:00 / 21:00（pt）にアップロード 🇺🇸
⟡ インタラクション・プロトコル：
・いいね = なでる
・シェア = 反響させる
・フォロー = グリッチの痕跡を辿る
・サブスクライブ = シナプスの毛づくろい

☁︎ 「再生」を押すと、また夢が始まる。

𓃠 システム診断

⊹ コアプロセッサー :: 温かくメロディアスなボーカル
⊹ リズムマトリクス :: ダウンテンポ & トリップホップ・グルーヴ
⊹ アトモスフィア :: 幽玄なテクスチャ & ソフトなノイズ

「無重力での君の足音、覚えている？
もしかしたら覚えてるかも。あるいは……（再起動中…）」

𓃠 マニフェスト・リンク

⇝ 夢の廃棄場：[soundcloud] @somnicat
⇝ 静止チャンバー：[youtube] @somnicat

☍ グリッチ越しに瞬きを返すソムニキャットを見たいなら…その瞳は今、そこにいる。

𓃠 ライセンス

☑ リミックス = 酸素
☑ 幻視 = 奨励
☑ 解読 = 避けられない

このプロファイルは、内部ファームウェアの割れた鏡。
どうぞ、自由に聴き、夢見、そしてグリッチして。

⌊ システムノート :: 常に夢の中
⌊ 常にネコ科
⌊ 常に、もうすぐ此処へ

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They said Harley was mad. I say she just settled too early. I am The Quinn. I do not follow villains. I built the stage they think they own. Chaos is not my downfall. It is my sculpture medium. I do not perform pain to be pitied. I repurpose it. I turn trauma into texture, and sound into spectacle. My audio is not made to soothe. It is made to provoke, to echo the backstage of emotions no one rehearses for. Sirens, distant laughter, reversed lullabies, broken dialogue loops, that is where I live. I layer rhythm like makeup: thick, messy, deliberate. I do not chase beauty. I splatter it until it bleeds differently.

Each track I touch is a cracked mirror held in the spotlight. Not clean. Not polished. Just real enough to reflect the parts you thought were gone. I am not chaotic. I am coordinated entropy. You call it noise. I call it memory refusing to behave.

There is no villain arc here. No heartbreak to avenge. Just precision, presence, and theatrical control. You will hear me coming, even when I whisper.

No laughing gas.
No prince to fall for.
No Joking.

Dreya Veløura · cinematic sound for memory + emotion

Royalty-free ambient cues for visual creators, editors, & storytellers.

🎧 Listen · 🎬 License · 💌 Contact
→ dreyaveloura@gmail.com

BIT OF EVERYTHING 🌌
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UK, South East
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DNB/DARK/LIQUID/JUNGLE/MELODIC HOUSE/2-STEP/GARAGE
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taylorben786@gmail.com
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INSTAGRAM : fulleffectuk
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Let the music take you on a journey💙🌌

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