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Subterranean Starlight Shuffle
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Page 1 — The Pulse Below
Yarrow Glyn, a cartographer of uncharted moons, set camp on the sunless expanse of Kryst V’s equatorial plateau. Under a sky black as spilled ink, seismic tremors drummed through the basalt floor like a slow‑beating heart. When the ground exhaled a plume of cool lavender mist, Yarrow saw pinprick lights wink beneath the fractured crust. Curiosity eclipsed caution; he opened his portable fissure drill and carved a narrow shaft downward. The stone parted easily, as though eager to divulge secrets, and a spiral staircase of naturally fused obsidian revealed itself—each tread glowing faint cerulean in his presence. With every step the surface hush faded, replaced by a rising chorus of subterranean echoes that somehow sounded like laughter remembered from a dream long forgotten.

Page 2 — Descent into the Chromatic Cleft
The staircase led to a cavern vast enough to cradle a mountain. Roof slabs the size of continents pressed together like slow tectonic gears, leaving jagged skylines overhead. From seams between those slabs leaked streams of spore‑lit air, and the spores shimmered in chromatic gradients—turquoise to gold to ultraviolet hues the retina invented on the spot. The radiant motes spiraled around Yarrow, mapping his silhouette in fireworks of quiet light. When he brushed one, it dissolved against his glove and painted a fleeting memory—himself as a child, racing paper boats down a city gutter after rain. More spores drifted in: his first heartbreak; the fear that chased him off Earth; the moment he first signed his name, trembling, on his interstellar visa. The cave wasn’t merely space; it was an archive of unclaimed feelings, and it read him as easily as breath fogging a pane.
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Continues on the website & if you're into manga, there's manga depictions of the story!
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Subterranean Starlight Shuffle

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Hypnotic techno + psychedelic space tunnel—lights low, volume high.
Raw/deep/hypnotic textures with cosmic visuals. Dive in.
Dark hypnotic grooves and biolum worlds—lose gravity.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue — The Sigh that Called Across Orbits

There is a city in the Perseid Flow that does not wait for visitors; it inhales them. Its name in the wind‑tongue is Anhelion, and the maps draw it as a lung‑shaped void, a negative space, because it cannot be built from stone alone. Its avenues open and close like alveoli. Its towers are ribs. Its plazas are diaphragms that rise and fall on a patient schedule that predates calendars.

From the slate edge of orbit, a sleek courier seed drifts down toward the breathing surface, and from it steps a being who is not a traveler in the common sense. Khyre‑of‑the‑Murmurs is a Sibilant, a humanoid from a distant sporeworld where architecture grows and etiquette is exchanged as scents. Khyre’s body is tall and jointed with filaments that flex like reeds; beneath translucent, onyx‑dark skin, pale mycelial veining glows a soft green, glimmering along collarbones and wrists. Four long fingers on each hand end in capillary tips that taste the air. Fan‑shaped gill fronds, thin as paper, arc from Khyre’s neck to the jawline, opening and closing as the atmosphere changes; fractal pupils adjust to blankness and brilliance in an instant. A braided mantle of woven hyphae hangs from broad shoulders, so fine it can slip between atoms when necessary, so textured it records the passing of winds like a book.

Where Khyre goes, a companion follows. Miell is a Scriptmoth, a moth only in silhouette; close, Miell is an angular geometry of silver membranes and jointed light. Each wing is a translucent panel etched with veinwork like circuit diagrams; when Miell moves, the wing‑etchings write glyphs in the air, lingering a moment as luminous afterimages. The Scriptmoth communicates by composing these drifting letters—one word per beat of wing—until the words knot themselves into a meaning the eye can swallow whole.

Khyre and Miell stand at the edge of Anhelion as the city exhales. The exhalation is dry and fragrant with petrichor. The ground underfoot hums. Far overhead, vaults of spore‑light move like auroras. The city’s breath strokes Khyre’s gills and the gills answer—small ripples of pleasure; the air carries a pattern. The pattern repeats, then complicates, then repeats again, an DMT‑clean geometry encoded not in sound but in pressure and drift.

“Eager,” Miell writes in a loop of floating sigils. “Hungry.”

“Hungry for what?” Khyre’s voice is low and unlabored, each word softened by the phenolic resonance of the gill fronds. Khyre tastes the answer before Miell can assemble it: the city is hungry for alignment. Something in its lungs has slipped.

The courier seed folds itself into a brittle pod behind them like an empty husk, and the living gates of Anhelion open, stippled with bioluminescent dots that echo the constellation the city was patterned from. Khyre steps forward, into the thorax of a world.

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Need change - going into the depths.

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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