Name: Obstacle by lad
Duration: 1 min 50 s
Description: Sometimes, we stumble on the road out of the blue

✧₊⁺ Dream ⁺₊✧

https://herbyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/adam-majdecki-janicki

Urmensch Zitrone (from the vinyl release "Adam Majdecki-Janicki", Herby Records, 2023).

I wake up to another day
Can’t see no path to another way
Before I check the time, I wonder what it means
It didn’t mean a thing before my birth
And now I find the meanings and my meagre worth 
Is only found in dreams

I start a job to busy me
I sing a song so I don’t see
The many choices I tossed upon the floor
Footprints on the pages left unturned
But sometimes I still wonder when the music stops
If love is not worth more

I lay in bed and moralise
I’m too tired to dry my eyes
It’s not the game it sometimes seems
An endless circle that I dance and dance 
And now I see the shadows as they hold me still
And lead me to my dreams

Dreams

FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION
BUT DID IT EVER REALLY GO AWAY
FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION
BUT DID IT EVER REALLY GO AWAY
>
FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION
HITLER IS ALIVE AND HE’S LIVING IN YOUR TOWN
YOU KNOW HIM BY A DIFFERENT NAME
THE GAME, THOUGH, IS THE SAME
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE HIS REIGN
THE LAST TO WEAR HIS CROWN
WEAVER OF A WEB OF LIES
BASKING IN THE SHAME
>
FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION
TOXIC TO THE MIND
A DEATHWISH TO THE SOUL
CREEPS UP FROM BEHIND
THE CLEVER WAY TO TAKE CONTROL
>
FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION
HITLER IS ALIVE AND HE’S LIVING IN YOUR TOWN
FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION
HITLER IS ALIVE AND HE’S LIVING IN YOUR TOWN
THIS IS THE DAWNING OF A NEW AGE
>
BREAK
>
BACK IN FASHION
TOXIC TO THE MIND
BACK IN FASHION
A DEATHWISH TO THE SOUL
BACK IN FASHION
CREEPS UP SLOWLY FROM BEHIND
BACK IN FASHION
THE CLEVER WAY TO TAKE CONTROL
BACK IN FASHION
CREEPS UP SLOWLY FROM BEHIND
BACK IN FASHION
THE CLEVER WAY TO TAKE CONTROL
BACK IN FASHION
TOXIC TO THE MIND
BACK IN FASHION
A DEATH WISH TO THE SOUL
BACK IN FASHION
CREEPS UP SLOWLY FROM BEHIND
BACK ON FASHION

FASCISM IS BACK IN FASHION

Sometimes, we stumble on the road out of the blue

Obstacle

First half hour nice slow and methodical, then starts climbing until the last hour is NUTTS but with a little some thing you will recognise 

King of Darkness by DJ MickyTeK - Techno July 2025

They said the sky peeled back like wet parchment.

The day the Fold tore, the Real lost all its names. Governments collapsed in less than a week. Data centers melted. Satellites screamed. And then—silence. Humanity’s last gasp was not a war, but a disconnection. No law. No borders. Just heat, panic, and radiation.

In the western ruins of São Paulo, the dead were still warm when the looters came. They didn't even wait for the ash to settle. Across the broken city, survivors bartered water for bullets, and fire was the only flag left waving.

Seraphine Valen stood barefoot in the center of the Crossroads Gate, blood caked down her spine, holding nothing but a single data shard.

She’d buried her sister that morning. And her mother the day before.

She wasn’t a soldier. Wasn’t a politician. She was a linguist—a systems theorist who once wrote code to teach AI how to lie with empathy. But when the Fold collapsed and the gates began bleeding, she became something else. Something new.

The people in that city needed leadership. The machines that opened the gateway needed parameters. The exiled refugees at the edge of the blast zone needed permission to hope. No one wanted the role. Everyone feared it. So she stepped into it, because someone had to.

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t wear a uniform. She didn’t make promises.

She wrote a law.

It was ten lines. Handwritten. No signature. Just a single heading: The Declaration of Balance.

She passed judgment on the riot leaders, dissolved the warlords, and negotiated the first ceasefire between survivors and inbound evacuees from the Judaslands. She set up triage centers. Reopened the public channel network. And she did it without pulling a trigger.

When the evac teams from the Core arrived, they found her in a hollowed-out cathedral, standing over a mass grave, still dictating rulings. They asked who she was.

She said, “I’m no one. Just a human who remembered the rules.”

But within weeks, the name spread—Arbiter. One who decides.

Not a ruler. Not a savior. A witness. A judge. A balance.

And when the Judaslands opened their gates permanently in November of 2025, she walked through first. Not because she wanted power. But because she understood what it cost.

They say her cape was woven from the flags of every dead nation.
They say her voice calmed an entire riot line with one sentence.
They say the only time she raised a weapon, the sky itself cracked open.

But those are legends.

What we know is this: she never once ruled from above. She walked the streets. Ate in the lines. Bled with the wounded. And when she vanished in 2061, she left behind no throne—only a doctrine, and the silence of someone who had finished what they came to do.

She didn’t bring peace.

She brought balance.
And that was enough.



The Last To Kneel, ASI-01

Concept score made for Morrigan from the Darkstalkers saga. I do not own rights to this music.

The Phantom Queen Transcended

7 = Justice

Jellyfish

Nice to meet you, I’m iad.
I hope to bring joy to everyone by creating music in various styles, as well as unique and interesting sounds.
Thank you, and I look forward to your support!

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Obstacle

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