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Symbiotic Starglide
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The void-sloop Eidolon lived. Its hull was a skin of bioluminescent alloy and fungal chitin, grown in clandestine dream-labs where laws of biology blurred into myth. It breathed xylem-cold vapor through pulsating vents, tasting every quantum tremor around it the way a deep-sea jelly tastes electric currents. Captain Cela Armitage stepped onto the motion-slick deck and felt the ship’s pulse synchronize with her own heartbeat—ba-dum… ba-dum…—and the voyage began in visceral unison.

I. Sporebound
Eidolon uncurled its membranous sails and drifted from dry dock like an iridescent manta, leaving the gravitational comfort of Larsa-IX behind. On deck, Cela’s crew—former xenobotanists turned outlaw cartographers—unpacked glass flasks of dormant lucido-mycelium. With a ceremonial whisper, they cracked each flask against the deck. Milk-white spores spilled, rose in slow motion, and embedded themselves into the vessel’s air vents. The hull shivered. Biocircuits lit up in spiraling constellations that spelled one word in harsh fluorescence:

CONJUNCTION

Gravity inverted. Eidolon shot forward so suddenly the stars themselves appeared to snap like rubber bands. Cela’s stomach plunged, yet euphoria chased the drop, as though every cell in her marrow had sprouted wings. The ship had accepted its passengers; they were now part of its symbiotic nervous system. Together, they would emirate across the Expanse, surfing the hidden currents known only to spore-tuned craft: the Starglides.

II. Crescent of Singing Quartz
Hours—maybe centuries—later, they coasted through an asteroid shoal shaped like a crescent grin. Each boulder was made of green-blue quartz that sang when struck by solar wind. The melodies were not music; they were labyrinthine thoughts made audible, an alien language older than planets.

The ship slowed, drawn by curiosity. Spore tendrils extruded from the prow, tasting the sound-vibration. Cela felt it through her bones: the quartz was broadcasting coordinates to a place beyond mapped reality, a realm where thought could terraform matter. The singing threatened to fracture her mind into fractal shards, so she swallowed a micro-dose of mind-shield—a synthesized echo of muscimol and harmine—letting the edges of reason soften without dissolving.

Ridges formed along Eidolon’s hull like gooseflesh. It aligned itself with the quartz-song and pivoted thirty-seven degrees starboard, aiming toward a black seam in space that until now had masqueraded as ordinary emptiness.


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Symbiotic Starglide

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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, LoFi, Chillhop so I'll start Off-Beat Mondays so experimenting.

------ 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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