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I. Larval Silence
In the black seam between two forgotten moons, a shard-thin cocoon drifted unnoticed for epochs. Nothing moved in that void except the hush of cosmic dust curling around it like smoke around a dying ember. Inside, a being neither wholly creature nor machine dreamed in flickers of monochrome light. Its name, if it had ever worn one, had long ago peeled away with the centuries.
    Tonight—if “night” meant anything in a starless crevice—the cocoon shuddered. Microscopic fissures spider-webbed across the casing. A single silver limb punched through, glinting with mirrored fractals. Then another. The husk split like over-ripe fruit, and the Titan emerged: tall as a cathedral spire, plated in rippling chrome that caught the dim interstellar glow, wings curled tight as scrolls across its back.
    First breath. First heartbeat. The void echoed with quiet thunder. Some ancient imperative tugged at the creature’s chest—an instruction embedded by vanished architects. It flexed its wings once, twice, and the darkness rippled with violet sparks.

II. Quartz-Dune Liftoff
Gravity whispered from below. A slate-grey planetoid crouched beneath the void, its dunes carved from volcanic glass. The Titan dipped, skimming sand that squealed like tiny stars underfoot. Each footfall crackled, sending spirals of violet shards sky-high, where they crystallized into dust devils glittering with uncanny life.
    A pulse tremored through the ground—steady, irresistible. Down in the dune’s roots, something massive churned. Engines? Heartbeats? Memories? The Titan didn’t know; instinct only shouted upward.
    With one decisive sweep, its wings snapped wide. Tens of thousands of metallic scales cascaded open, revealing translucent membranes threaded with lightning-thin circuitry. Airless though space might be, the wings caught on unseen currents and hurled the creature sky-bound. Shattered quartz streamed behind like a comet-tail, and the Titan left the planet to ponder its new scars.

III. The Constellations of Mycelium
Higher still, the Titan pierced a field of living spores—gelatinous, radiant, and webbed together in vast constellations. They lit the dark in neon filaments, mapping the night the way roots map soil. Each spore it brushed detonated into slow-motion fireworks, showering the Titan in phosphor runes that crawled across chrome plates and branded themselves in glowing script.
    The glyphs spoke in flashes of feeling rather than language:

Waypoint.

Threshold.

Birthright.
An invisible star-route unfolded before the Titan—three-dimensional, shifting, and only visible from a single impossible perspective the creature now possessed. It aligned its wings and coasted along the projected path, every flex impeccably timed, as though muscle memory came gifted from ghosts.

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Chrome Butterfly Exodus

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Page 1 — Rune-Plateau Awakening
Grains of black glass crunched beneath Solenne’s boots as sunrise crawled over the Rune-Plateau. The plain looked infinite, a frozen sea of obsidian broken only by drifting mist etched with ever-morphing sigils. When a breeze cut across the cracked surface, those symbols flared cyan—as though the wind itself were a stylus on cosmic parchment.

Solenne had chased rumours of this place for whole star-cycles: a realm that appears only when longing aligns with the heart-pulse of the galaxy. Tonight, her longing had stitched a doorway between coordinates, and she had stepped through.

The mist parted, revealing a thin spiral staircase extruding out of vacuum, its edges sharpened to impossible points. Null-Stone, legends called it: matter grown from the idea of ascent. At the top hovered a lone mirror, dark as deep water. She inhaled, feeling the plateau tilt, gravity rewriting its vectors until “up” meant “forward.” One step, then another—each footfall sparking teal ripples on the glassy ground—she rose.

Page 2 — Chamber of Soft-Spoken Mirrors
Crossing the final step, she faced a hall rimmed with mirrors. They whispered in overlapping threads, braiding memories that were not yet memories: Solenne striding across nebula petals; Solenne with no reflection; Solenne crowned in circuitry.

Above, a vault of prismatic glass funneled starlight into the room, refracting it into roaming shards. Each shard carried a different timeline. Choose one, the mirrors implied, and the others collapse.

She touched the faintest shard—a sliver tinted indigo—and the hall shattered into a billion splinters that orbited her like a swarm of obedient moons. From the debris, a sigil ignited in mid-air: ⇝—the vector arrow. With that arrow pointing somewhere beyond probability, she stepped forward, and the world re-shortened itself around her.

Page 3 — Worm-Thread Corridor & The Shift
The transition was seamless; one breath she lingered in silence, the next she was inside a corridor woven from argent filaments. The walls pulsed with distant star-chatter—voices of galaxies echoing across aeons. The Vector Arrow on her palm glowed hotter, guiding her toward an unseen fulcrum.

Ahead, six pylons coalesced, forming a hexagonal gate. At its centre, a single star burned black, devouring colour. The Shadowstar.

As Solenne crossed the threshold, the universe shifted half a pitch up, like reality had slipped one key on a cosmic keyboard. The filaments re-threaded themselves into new angles, constellations redrew into glyphs she couldn’t parse, and her heartbeat sync-locked with the alien cadence. She felt lighter, as though mass itself had negotiated new terms with spacetime.

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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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