Shakyamuni

Trap Mood Frequencies

Relaxing Jazz (Trap Jazz Beats)

Nos Queremos Mucho

Acordeón

19. I hope this is enough

tea 'n' biscuits

Haven't Cared Since, a beat tape by Manic Beats

Relics

Driving Passion

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Aya curled her fingers around a chipped porcelain mug, the steam fogging her glasses as rain braided silver ribbons down the café window. Old Kumo City’s crooked lanes vanished into mist, leaving only the glow of rain-lamps—teardrop bulbs strung on sagging wires that shone brighter the wetter they became. Their honey-orange halos pooled in every puddle, turning the street into a trembling galaxy of tiny suns.

She opened her sketchbook to a fresh page. The blank paper shimmered under the lamp’s reflection, and for a heartbeat Aya thought she saw a pulse behind the page —as if it were breathing. She touched her pencil point to the center and drew the faint outline of a gateway: two weather-blackened pillars crowned with tangled wisteria that dripped rain like beads of quicksilver. Each pencil stroke felt less like graphite and more like tugging thin threads out of the falling water. When the final tendril of wisteria bloomed, the sketch glowed ember-soft, then burst into quiet lavender light.

The café around her stretched, smeared like wet paint, and Aya felt herself slip forward—through page and window and lamplight—into weightlessness.

She landed in an abandoned metro tunnel where the tracks floated several inches above the gravel, loose as ribbons in unseen water. Bioluminescent mushrooms crowded the sleepers, caps wide enough to shelter two people, their undersides dripping neon-green spores that drifted not down but up, filling the air like reversed snowfall. Somewhere far away a single wind chime sang one clear note, and the spores shimmered in sympathetic ripples.

An origami crane unfolded from shadow. Its paper wings were ink-black, but its eyes glowed citrate yellow. With a quick tilt of its head, the bird launched itself forward, flapping in slow, deliberate arcs. Aya followed, her footsteps whisper-light on the hovering rails. Gravity felt hesitant here, as if deciding every second whether to stay.

The tunnel curved, walls widening into a cavern lit by moonlight that had no source. Cracks in the stone let thin waterfalls bleed upward, threading through the air toward some invisible sea overhead. Whenever a droplet brushed Aya’s skin, kaleidoscopic patterns blossomed in her vision—mandalas of jade, magenta, and cerulean that folded into one another like living stained glass. She let herself drift, each breath thick with petrichor and possibility, until the crane slipped through a circular archway rimmed in tiles that pulsed faint electric blue. Aya stepped through and the world blinked again.

Wind rushed with the scent of wet cedar. A colossal corkscrew tree stood before her, its trunk spiraling toward a sky smeared in dusk purples and dawn blues at once. Around the trunk coiled a bazaar in mid-air—suspended balconies formed from giant lotus petals, each petal lined with stalls. Air-fish glided between vendors, translucent bodies flickering oranges and pinks, casting watercolor shadows across drifting banners. Bells chimed from every direction, their notes weaving together like threads on a loom.

Fox-masked merchants beckoned Aya with wave fans painted in shimmering ink. She explored slowly, fingertips skimming glass bottles that held clouds, marbles that contained sunsets, lanterns harboring sleeping fireflies. At one stall she paused: a tiny vial labeled Memory of Tomorrow rested on a velvet cushion. The merchant behind the table—tall, cloak stitched from scraps of midnight sky—did not speak. Instead, he pointed at Aya’s sketchbook.

Lavender Fog Haiku

THEBOSS SESSIONS - HIP HOP TYPE BEATS (2)


Sanctuary I – Gentle Rain
A gentle curtain of crystalline rain falls softly in a wide-open soundscape, washing over the senses like a cleansing breeze. Beneath the hushed rainfall, waves of warm analog synth pads and subtle harmonic textures bloom and dissolve in ebbing swells, each transition guided by the Golden Ratio’s naturally soothing cadence. There’s no beat—only a vast, immersive field of rounded frequencies, delicate overtones, and the faintest shimmer of wind chimes. The spatial mix feels infinite, inviting stillness and introspection as the rain envelops the listener in a cocoon of sonic tranquility.

Sanctuary II – Flowing River
Evoking a sacred river’s slow journey through ancient woods, this piece begins with the pure sound of running water—a gentle current that trickles and eddies from left to right. Silky pads and shimmering harmonics drift in, tracing organic patterns inspired by nature’s geometry. Each swell and fade unfolds at a pace that feels both endless and familiar, helping dissolve boundaries between self and surrounding. River ripples and distant waterbirds weave in and out, while the 3D sound field creates a sense of floating, your consciousness gliding downstream in harmony with the flow.

Sanctuary III – Chimes in the Breeze
Awash in the luminous atmosphere of dawn, faint wind chimes dance lazily in a soft, timeless breeze, suspended above a bed of slowly billowing pads and gentle texture layers. No rhythms intrude; instead, sound events occur with the intuitive timing of sighs and exhalations, shaped by the Golden Ratio to maintain balance without structure. Every chime, overtone, and subtle swell is rendered with microscopic detail for an almost tactile presence—an environment designed to quiet the mind and open space for light and peace.

Sanctuary IV – Rain & Ripples
This track captures the interplay between gentle rainfall and water’s surface, focusing on watery, textural movement. Drops fall in soft patterns, echoing and blending with undulating waves and deep ambient harmonies below. Enveloping pads create a lush warmth, with movement and tonal modulation always slow, always organic. The piece unfolds in waves—sometimes rising into shimmering radiance, then subsiding into deepest warmth—each transition smooth and harmoniously proportioned. It’s a restorative soundbath, perfect for letting tension melt away.

Sanctuary V – Distant Skies
A vast, open sound world: faint rumbles of very distant thunder blend with ethereal wind chimes and cumulonimbus-sized pads that pulse and recede like clouds in slow motion. Textures rise and fade on long, fractal-shaped arcs, the entire space saturated in natural warmth and subtle spatial echoes. There’s no sharpness, only the boundless calm of a sky after rain, inviting both awe and deep rest. This closing track is designed to leave you feeling weightless, cradled by space and sound

Shelter in Chimes

Fallen, Demo

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19. I hope this is enough

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