Recorded live at a secret house rave deep in Vancouver’s underground scene .
 An amazing Saturday night with friends, bass and  energy.

27/10/2025 : Techno session  from the Basement  (Live)

Melodic Techno

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Hypnotic, peak‑time drive—let the fold pull the horizon closer.
Warehouse tension, melodic release. Ride the hypnotic current.
A deep techno portal: steady pulse, cinematic lift, zero fluff.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Folds in the Horizon

I. The Pleat That Begins the World
The horizon in the country of Lysara was not a line. It was a garment: pleated, hemmed, basted with light. On dawnless nights—when the sky refused to choose a color—the folds breathed like the chest of some sleeping titan. Valleys rose where a crease deepened; seas settled where a tuck relaxed. It was the work of the Foldweavers to keep those seams from unspooling.

Nerith was a Foldweaver by birth and a Cartogram by vow. No one in Lysara was simply one thing. Nerith’s body was a lattice of spore-silk and glassy tendon, translucent enough that starlight could write notes along the bones. A corona of minute fungi circled their head like a slow storm, gills opening and closing with thoughts. When they spoke, the words arrived as soft contrails of light that took a few heartbeats to evaporate.

They lived within a city that looked like a polished conch and sounded like footprints on snow. Streets curved and returned to themselves; stairs curled inward like a spiral galaxy. In every house, a brass aperture faced the horizon so residents could watch the world being folded, refolded, hemmed again.

On the night the trouble began, every aperture turned opaque at once. The garment of the world shivered. A pleat near the western reach—called the Farthest Pleat—slackened. Wind forgot which way to go. Birds of glass, which only flew along the strain of a seam, dropped and drifted like ash.

Nerith’s fungi-storm thrummed with tiny vowels. The Mycelial Conclave kindled a beam to the high vault, summoning the Order. Inside the summoning light, glyphs poured like silver rain—edicts, coordinates, a single imperative: Refasten the Farthest Pleat; carry the bone-chime that rings by not ringing.

Nerith cupped the unchime, a loop of fossilized marrow that kept silence so deep it seemed to pull echoes toward it and dissolve them. It was said that if the unchime were ever struck, it would end the practice of distance. Valleys would be elbows; skies would be knees. No one had ever been that lonely or that brave.

Beyond the city, the first path waited: a plain of lampcaps, mushrooms tall as obelisks, their caps lacquered with frost-fire. Each lampcap was a custodian of one word. If you strung their words in order, you could read your fortune and mislay your fear.

Nerith set out.

II. Lampcaps and the Grammar of Roads
The lampcaps woke as Nerith approached—first a pulse like a heart, then a voice like a bell under lakewater. Mycelial whiskers teased the air and inscribed rings around Nerith’s ankles. The road revealed itself in syllables.

“Step,” murmured the first lampcap.
“Lightly,” said the second.
“Carry,” the third.
“Nothing,” the fourth.
“On,” breathed the fifth, “your name.”

Nerith’s fungi-crown shivered agreement. On nights of Lumen Spiral Drift—the elders abbreviated it as L.S.D.—the air braided itself into ribbons of tactile light.

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Folds in the Horizon

Music video @ YouTube : https://youtu.be/x4Zw3ZyGWN8

Underground glide: hypnotic bass, mythic textures, late‑night focus.
Psychedelic grit, lucid groove—this is your night drive ritual.
Deep, evolving, peak‑ready. Follow the thread across the dunes.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Pleat That Begins the World
The horizon in the country of Lysara was not a line. It was a garment: pleated, hemmed, basted with light. On dawnless nights—when the sky refused to choose a color—the folds breathed like the chest of some sleeping titan. Valleys rose where a crease deepened; seas settled where a tuck relaxed. It was the work of the Foldweavers to keep those seams from unspooling.

Nerith was a Foldweaver by birth and a Cartogram by vow. No one in Lysara was simply one thing. Nerith’s body was a lattice of spore-silk and glassy tendon, translucent enough that starlight could write notes along the bones. A corona of minute fungi circled their head like a slow storm, gills opening and closing with thoughts. When they spoke, the words arrived as soft contrails of light that took a few heartbeats to evaporate.

They lived within a city that looked like a polished conch and sounded like footprints on snow. Streets curved and returned to themselves; stairs curled inward like a spiral galaxy. In every house, a brass aperture faced the horizon so residents could watch the world being folded, refolded, hemmed again.

On the night the trouble began, every aperture turned opaque at once. The garment of the world shivered. A pleat near the western reach—called the Farthest Pleat—slackened. Wind forgot which way to go. Birds of glass, which only flew along the strain of a seam, dropped and drifted like ash.

Nerith’s fungi-storm thrummed with tiny vowels. The Mycelial Conclave kindled a beam to the high vault, summoning the Order. Inside the summoning light, glyphs poured like silver rain—edicts, coordinates, a single imperative: Refasten the Farthest Pleat; carry the bone-chime that rings by not ringing.

Nerith cupped the unchime, a loop of fossilized marrow that kept silence so deep it seemed to pull echoes toward it and dissolve them. It was said that if the unchime were ever struck, it would end the practice of distance. Valleys would be elbows; skies would be knees. No one had ever been that lonely or that brave.

Beyond the city, the first path waited: a plain of lampcaps, mushrooms tall as obelisks, their caps lacquered with frost-fire. Each lampcap was a custodian of one word. If you strung their words in order, you could read your fortune and mislay your fear.

Nerith set out.

II. Lampcaps and the Grammar of Roads
The lampcaps woke as Nerith approached—first a pulse like a heart, then a voice like a bell under lakewater. Mycelial whiskers teased the air and inscribed rings around Nerith’s ankles. The road revealed itself in syllables.

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Bell of Unspoken Distances | Trippy Music Video on YouTube

UN VIAJE A TRAVÉS DEL COSMO Y LA CONCIENCIA HUMANA 🧠
¿ Y SI AL EXPLORAR 🔭EL UNIVERSO TERMINAS ENCONTRÁNDOTE  CONTIGO MISMO DE FRENTE QUE SENTIRIAS ? 
EXPLORANDO EL ORIGEN🧬 Y LA CONEXIÓN DEL SER HUMANO CON EL UNIVERSO LLEGA LA PRIMERA PARTE DE 🔭DISCOVERY🔭 UN VIAJE DIVIDIDO EN DOS CAPÍTULOS  LA SEGUNDA PARTE ESTARÁ DISPONIBLE EL PRÓXIMO 5 DICIEMBRE .

A JOURNEY THROUGH THE COSMOS AND HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS  🧠
What if, while exploring 🔭the universe, you ended up face to face with yourself — what would you feel?  
Exploring the origin 🧬and connection of the human being with the universe, Part One of DISCOVERY 🔭has arrived — a journey told in two chapters.  
Part Two will be available on December 5th.

DISCOVERY  MELODIC TECH

Hard, peak‑time techno meets a sci‑fi visual trip—zero talk, full immersion.
Warehouse pressure, hypnotic bass, relentless drive—lock in and ride.
Acid sparks + rolling low end = peak‑time catharsis in 4K.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Slow Name

Aethyra was not a place so much as a mood the universe remembered. From a distance it looked like a pearl bruised by starlight, but inside its forests the air moved with a will. Towers of luminous fungi held up the sky; rivers traveled as if they had thoughts about destinations; and mountains slept like old guardians who preferred listening to speech.

Legends said Aethyra had a Slow Name, spoken only by the world itself. The Slow Name was not a word, but a pacing. Those who tried to hurry it heard nothing. Those who stopped entirely also heard nothing. To hear it, a traveler had to move with the patience of growing things.

Orasha came to learn that pacing.

Orasha was Mirrorkin—tall and jointed like a reed, skin lacquered black as cooled obsidian, veined with slow‑pulsing lines of green. No one could mistake a Mirrorkin for a person of the common constellations; their faces showed no mouth, only a pane of reflective bone where gazes went in and did not return the same. Orasha’s gaze was kind. Behind that pane lived a voice that shaped thoughts into touch. A mantle of brittle light hung from their shoulders, and in the cradle of that mantle lay an hourseed: a small, living clock that grew leaves whenever Orasha kept still long enough for a single thought to flower.

On the third eclipse of the cerulean moon, Orasha stepped beneath the Violet Canopy and listened.

The world listened back.

I. The Gate of Amber Moss

The corridor between the first giants of the forest smelled like rain remembered. Caps the size of market domes leaned inward, each rim stained with amber moss that glowed as if lit from roots. Every step Orasha took awakened a chain of bioluminescent filaments, a path sketched in honeyed light that unraveled just enough to suggest a destination without confessing it.

The hourseed warmed. A leaf unfolded. Orasha paused and let it grow.

From the underside of a broad cap, a figure descended: a Kyr-monk, woven entirely of hyphae. It had four arms and no eyes, but its posture radiated welcome. The Kyr moved without touching the ground, buoyed on a cushion of spores.

You have the patience to let your clock grow leaves, the Kyr said without sound. The words arrived like damp wind. Then you may ask a question of the Gate, if you are prepared to wait for its answer.

“I am,” Orasha answered, by letting their mantle shift in a small bow.

The Gate did not look like a door. It was a section of moss that refused to show what lay beneath. Orasha knelt and placed both hands lightly upon it. The moss agreed to notice.

The world did nothing. Minutes went. A beetle with a glass shell tried and failed to understand Orasha’s reflection. The Kyr folded two of its arms, perhaps in prayer, perhaps in rest.

At last the moss sighed, and a seam the width of a breath unzipped. Behind it, darkness carried the smell of stone that remembered the sea.

You may pass, the Kyr conveyed. Remember: Aethyra answers slowly. Ask everything in the same rhythm you’d use to grow a garden.

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The Patience of Aethyra || Trippy Vid on YouTube

A voyage through shadow and light, merging organic soundscapes, ancient voices and percussive roots with delicate electronic elements. Gradually, the atmosphere deepens into a hypnotic realm of progressive and melodic house, where rhythm transforms into trance and feeling becomes motion.

Set performed at 1:30 to 3:00 at La "Mansion de La Sombra" in Barcelona (Halloween 2025). At the menu: Immersive performances, twisted games, a bar to die for, and endless shadows await… 

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Artists featured in this set: Sultana (RU), Ancient Soul, DEEMAS, MÖW, G.Zamora, Thommie G, Indiego, Paul Deep (AR), Guy Davidov, Daniel Peretz, Yarden Biton, ÜNAM, Mutul, Olympe, René Diehl, Mind Echoes, blaktone, Stoertebeker, Sascha M, Tube & Berger, Alar, Moonslip, Le Son Du Placard.

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Live @ La Mansión de La Sombra (Barcelona)

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Hypnotic techno meets cosmic rave—lose yourself in the corridor.
Peak‑time pulse, psychedelic visuals—ride the dimensional transit.
Hard‑edged, hypnotic techno with a sci‑fi twist—watch in 4K.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Meridian that Dreamed in Mycelium

The vessel is alive and older than most mountains. It calls itself Gleamroot, though names are merely the skins it sheds between journeys. Its hull is bark-metal and pearl-chitin, laced with veins that glow when it thinks. Beneath those veins run threads like silvered mycelium, branching and branching until they braid into a mind. The mind is quiet now, listening to the dark that lies between constellations.

At Gleamroot’s heart stands Vael, a tall, luminous figure whose silhouette suggests a humanoid ancestry, though no one could mistake Vael for anything born on a common world. Their skin is a soft, bioluminescent slate that shows faint rings like the cross-section of a tree. From their crown rise flexible filaments—sensory hyphae—that unfurl and curl according to mood. When Vael concentrates, the filaments lift and spread like soft antlers, tasting the field-lines of reality. When they rest, the filaments drape across their shoulders like a scarf woven from moonlight.

Vael is a Meridian Cartographer of the Lumenroot Veldt, a lineage that maps not merely places but the coherences between them. They do not draw rivers and roads. They map habits of existence—the ways a moment leans toward another, the corridors of probability that living minds unwittingly pave. Their discipline is ancient and surgical. They walk the L‑S‑D lattice—Luminal‑Spiral Diagrams—which are not scripts but living geometries that awaken when looked upon with a steady attention.

Ahead of Gleamroot, suspending the black like a crown of frost, floats the Fane of Meridian: a ring vast enough to swallow oceans, woven from calcified moonbeams and threads of time. It is not a machine and not a temple; it is both and neither. Those who approach respectfully call it the Arc-Fane. Those who approach hungrily do not live to coin a name.

Vael comes respectfully. They do not kneel. They reach toward the console where luminous glyphs—L‑S‑D diagrams—blossom into nested spirals and dendrites upon contact. The diagrams unfold according to the pressure and warmth of Vael’s palm, in a duet of agency and welcome. Gleamroot flexes its roots into the thin awareness that girds the Fane, and everything shivers as if the void itself has inhaled.

Beyond the ring, the Dimensional Meridian waits: a dendritic corridor that connects not locations but realities—threaded hollows in the bark of the multiverse. To enter it is to admit that distance is gossip. To transit it is to become a rumor yourself, repeated until you arrive.

Vael closes their eyes. The hyphae rise. On the inner surface of their eyelids, a delicate storm of glyphs begins to turn.

I. Lanterns of the Threshold

The first sign is subtle: the dark grows grain, as if seeded with invisible pollen. Then the pollen kindles. Out of the vacuum drift shapes like mushroom lanterns, each no larger than Vael’s fist, each a perfect spire topped by a bell. 

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Dimensional Meridian Transit | Trippy Video ! YouTube

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Italian label founded by Losso Marco and Romano Zanni, with their 20 years of experience on various electronic genres they create this record label with the idea of offering quality underground music and ranging between various genres, such as Techno / Melodic Techno / Tech House / Deep Tech / Progressive House / Raw / Synthwave

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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.

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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.

Sonic traveler and storyteller based in Brussels and Barcelona. Piccaya sets are invitations to musical journey through deep, organic soundscapes, infused with progressive house, tribal, spiritual and shamanic vibes. 

From the dust of Burning Man to the heart of global gatherings. Piccaya shares his passion for music through Kosmozoo Project and beyond – always seeking connection, expression and magic in every beat.

Hi, I’m Mariano Carrasco🎧  a passionate music lover with a deep connection to electronic, melodic, and Afro house sounds. My journey as a DJ began after years of immersing myself in music, and in 2025, I decided to take the leap and share my passion with the world. 🌎

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