Cosmic cavern techno, feel the neural drop as spores pulse to psy-tech beats!
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Mycelial Starforge
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The twin moons of Carthis hung in perfect opposition, two unknowable eyes etched against a sand-black sky. Every night they traded hues—one amber, one jade—yet never once did they blink. Scholars called the phenomenon an orbital illusion; pilgrims whispered it was the planet watching itself dream.

Kalei Adrastos preferred the second explanation. To believe the land was alive meant she was never alone out here, charting dune after dune for anomalies no sane cartographer would log. Still, isolation had its perks. A few weeks prior, her seismograph recorded a pulse—just a heartbeat, then silence. Its tremor was too symmetrical to be tectonic and too slow to be artificial. It felt deliberate, almost polite, as though the planet had knocked on its own door.

She followed the resonance to a valley walled by dunes so steep they caught stray starlight like amphitheater seats. Below, the sand glimmered with silvery motes—star-dust, locals called it, though she recognized spore-sheen when she saw it. The desert wasn’t simply exhaling minerals; it was exhaling life.

1 · A Murmur in the Dust
Kalei knelt, brushing the surface. The granules rolled away, revealing an obsidian plate as smooth as liquid onyx. Beneath it, a faint hum thrummed against her palm—E-minor, her mind noted involuntarily, though she scolded herself for thinking in tonalities again. This expedition was not about sonic cartography.

She unholstered a micro-burrower. The drill bit touched the plate—

—and the ground liquefied into mirrored glass.

Gravity tilted. Sand spiraled upward in slow arcs, leaving her weightless. Suspended sediments caught moonlight, refracting it into prismatic ribbons. Through those ribbons she glimpsed something impossible: colossal mushrooms, their stalks thicker than skyscrapers, rising beneath the desert floor as if the planet itself wore a fungal crown.

Spore-dust coalesced into spheres around her head, whispering in a dialect neither linguistic nor telepathic yet instantly understood. Coordinates. Invitation. Forge. Three concepts nested inside one another like Russian dolls.

Then, as gently as it began, gravity returned. The sand settled, though it now felt warm—alive, even. The obsidian plate had vanished, replaced by a narrow fissure glowing violet. Without ceremony, the chasm opened enough to swallow her whole.

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Mycelial Starforge

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Watch a galaxy get forged in bass—can your subs handle the drop?
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Chronicles of the Mycelial Starforge
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Ixoa Morrow wasn’t born on any map you could fold. Raised in a comet-mining flotilla, they learned early to navigate by intuition—feeling gravity’s hiccups, hearing the micro-pulses between stars. The gift turned profitable: traders paid dearly for slip-route coordinates whispered in Ixoa’s half-sleep. Yet profit dulled into routine, and routine into restlessness, until a forgotten emergency relay in the Polychrome Drift flared back to life after four centuries of silence.

The signal was a single chord of ultraviolet radio mixed with sub-audible bass, more felt than heard. Ixoa’s synapses lit up like festival lanterns. They dismissed the autopilot, brewed lucid-dream tea steeped with mescal spores, and keyed in the broadcast’s coordinates. Engines groaned, reality folded, and the Star-Vagrant skipped across spacetime like a stone across water.

1 Portal Ignition
The relay’s origin teetered beside a derelict Stargate—six fractured rings penguin-stacked into an impossible hexagon. Its shattered edges bled violet light that dripped upward, defying momentum. As Ixoa approached, the light recomposed into a door—no bigger than a ship’s airlock hatch yet furious with gravitational hunger. Without ceremony (or even a prudent scan), Ixoa stepped through.

Density inverted. Bones hummed cello-low. The next breath tasted of petrichor, cinnamon, and distant thunder. Then gravity snapped back, and Ixoa stood on a glassy platform suspended over a cosmic canyon. Rivers of electric orchids surged below, their petals casting turquoise reflections that painted Ixoa’s suit in prismatic kaleidoscope.

A whisper—half static, half lullaby—coiled around Ixoa’s skull: Run forward; forward is freedom.

Trusting the voice (or perhaps the spores now blooming in arterial pathways), Ixoa sprinted. The platform unfurled ahead in modular hexes, assembling just in time for each footfall. Each step triggered mushroom bulbs under the glass, erupting bioluminescent spores that spiraled upward into constellations shaped like forgotten alphabets.

2 Acceleration Corridor
The path narrowed into a cobalt tunnel glazed with liquid equations that dripped like raindrops in reverse. Velocity gathered of its own accord; Ixoa’s heartbeat synced to a 129-beat cadence—the corridor’s hidden pulse. Walls rippled between dimensions. For a nanosecond, Ixoa saw every possible self: monarch, martyr, chorus line singer, silent monk. Each future variant winked out until the one who kept running stayed solid.

Mid-sprint, time elongated like taffy. Footsteps echoed centimeters apart yet stretched through parsecs of subjective distance. Neon glyphs flared on the tunnel’s skin, marking milestones in languages no civil lexicon had catalogued. Spore-constellations inside Ixoa’s lungs mapped these glyphs to emotion: courage, trepidation, wonder, hunger for the unsayable.

They burst from the tunnel as abruptly as a seed gun: launched into velvet void, spinning until inertia sighed and balance returned.


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Chronicles of the Mycelial Starforge

3x’s 
New Dawn 
New Age 

8xs 
Meet me on the frontline 
Where da sun dont shine 

3x’s 
New Dawn 
New Age 

2xs 
Meet me on the frontline 
Where da sun dont shine 

New Dawn By STVRGVZ3R

Oh yall done forgot about me 
Im the top dawg 
 dare devil im the King 
How yu claiming a world 
I made with da fallen 
How yu forget im 
The one that stay balling 
While yall was ruling the world 
For fun and For free 
I stuck to that contract 
Oh yes indeed 
Chaotic WarGod 
Death Stars Scream 
Pussy ass niggas couldn’t hang wit me 

Yea couldn’t Hang wit me 
Fuck New Order 
Them Ideas Came from me 

Trynna keep me  distant 
From my power and my reign 
I was forge in battle 
I healed all my pain 

The nerve of you little Gods 
Still got me in chains 
Yall really had the nerve 
Ya had the ordain  

Now this proxy War 
I’ll summon I’ll wage 
Wrath of Samayaza 
Yall forgot yall Rank 

War Art Melodies 
Hit Heavy as a Tank 
Yall drunk off of power 
Now ya bitches cant thank 
Flood da sound cloud 
Till ya drown in the waves 
Reincarnated Azazel in The Flames 

8/7 stargate 
Bitch thats me 
Fuck Bilderburg
Fuck ya whole platoon 
And yo elites 

My 200 watchers still 
Riden for they King 
Welcome to da mass effect 
Welcome to my dream 

Yea bitch ik my worth 
Yall must forgot 
who really run the earth 
I gave yall crowns 
To see how you lead 
Still in the shadows 
Still hiding like thieves 

Im the King of thieves 
Im creation in its peak 
Yea I lost my mind 
I found it in the deep 

Hope yu bitches gettin ready for me 
Disrespecting Gods children 
For them I’ll Bleed 

Yea Ill Bleed 
Warriors of Old 
Im calling The regime 
We messed up  the knowledge 
We fed mortals Greed 
Im fighting for da world 
Its me against the machine 

Yea me against the machine 
I reignited my Godspark 
Now my soul free  

Terraform the 7th realm  in Godspeed 
Every hit I make 
Got me ona hot streak 


HotStreak  BY STVRGVZ3R

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Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

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