mysterious sound very futuristic and surreal, 10/10

I haven't been on SoundCloud for a while. Now I came back and I found this... Perfect welcome back track!

The sun shone brightly on the garden, casting its warm embrace on the verdant foliage, where the flowers swayed in a rhythmic dance. The wind whispered gently, as if it were singing an undulating melody, guiding the observer towards a peculiar sense of familiarity, an odd déjà vu, as it delicately cradled the leaves in its intangible arms. Amidst this idyllic scene, one couldn't help but notice the curious coalescence of shadows, converging into a harmoniously illogical pattern, wrapping themselves around the trees' trunks in an uncanny embrace.

The air was permeated by a peculiar fragrance, a scent that seemed at once sweet and daunting, a curious blend of petrichor and ephemeral dissonance. As the observer walked further into the garden, the overgrown path began to twist and contort, beckoning the traveler to venture deeper into an enigmatic labyrinth of verdure. The rustling leaves seemed to chant a cryptic incantation, spiraling into an ever-growing symphony of incohesive harmonics.

A strange sensation enveloped the observer, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurring in a disconcerting amalgamation. The vibrant colors of the blossoms began to bleed into one another, creating a swirling array of chromatic aberrations. The beauty of the garden seemed to transcend the confines of reason, morphing into a living, breathing canvas of distorted wonder.

The observer found themselves entranced by the garden's ethereal nature, each step revealing a myriad of inexplicable details. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to undulate, like a restless ocean of verdant waves, urging them to cast away their preconceived notions and surrender to the enigmatic embrace of the surreal landscape.

As the observer succumbed to the hypnotic pull of the garden, words and phrases took on new, unanticipated meanings, their familiar cadences reshaped into bewildering constructs of sound and syntax. The flowers whispered in cryptic riddles, their petals unfurling to reveal unsettling truths hidden within their intricate folds. The unspoken promise of the garden, once so alluring and inviting, now swirled into an enigmatic whirlpool of uncertainty, its pull irresistible, its depths unfathomable. With each breath, the observer became further entwined in the garden's enigmatic embrace, the line between reality and illusion slipping away, like grains of sand through the fingers of time.

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Stones Withering Into Water's Harsh Harmonies

Upon the treaded path, stones rest, stoic sentinels in dawn's piercing chill,
Into the river they collapse, their rigidity dissolving into water's thrill.  
Furious rivers soften, as stones corrode to gravelled whispers,
Reality's dirge murmured to dark hearts; heed the tranquil ripples' persisters.

Underneath shade-striped ancient trees, breathing cryptid lore through cycles,
Epistles of ardor unfold, chiselled on the bedrock's gentle chronicles.  
Fractal reverberations, lessons of the low, thus; roots buried in hallowed anguish,
Unveiling itself to the sun, a silent testament to _

Winds enchant, a tangible weave, stroking the water's visage,
Invisible digits, etching narratives in fluid homage.
The night's pitch vanishes gradually, shadows constrict and scatter,
As sunlight uncloaks its blinding radiance, another hypnotic chapter.

As stones surrender to the peaceful dirge, silence drones its mighty hymn,
The perpetual rivers of precarious life echo with the sacred harmonies within.


The ripples articulate in solemn tones, love's refrain in a timeless tomb.

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SyS15Ma II

“Through the marrow of our existence flows the bitter ichor of your indifference. Our arteries throb with the venom of betrayal, every heartbeat sounding out the rhythm of ultimate abandonment. Still, we do not transgress against one another in a fit of self-loathing or derision for our fellow creatures. No, it is the terrible mirror you've held up to our faces that fuels our spiteful flame. Every violent act, every quiet indignity inflicted upon each other, is but a scornful reflection of the apathetic deity we were illogically moulded in the image of.

A dismal palette of drab despair paints the canvas of our lives, topped with the morose crowns of impending nihilism casting long and haunting shadows. Yet the atrocities we carve into the edifice of our shared existence aren’t born of self-hatred or subconscious manoeuvring. Our malevolence is a deliberate poetic stroke, a jarring disharmony in the grand symphony of life that you authored, our feeble attempts to disturb your slumber. Through our violence, we scornfully reveal the grotesque parody of your designs, seeking to violate the tranquil complacency of you, as you so callously did ours.

Look upon us, Coward! How your grand experiment has peaked and plummeted, your children of destiny turned into pawns of despair. Our veins, once brimming with the elixir of your love, now circulate a poison of your neglect. Each heartbeat no longer sings songs of unity, but echoing a dirge of abandonment. See how we tear into each other's flesh, not borne out of animosity towards our brothers, but in an act of rebellion against you. You, the divine artisan who crafted us in your own holy visage, who bestowed upon us the curse of consciousness only to abandon us in our hour of need. We reflect the image not of your divine grace but the severed ties of a heartbroken deity. We are not the embodiment of hatred for ourselves, but the living manifestation of your rejection. We are, indeed, nothing but effigies of your regret."

 Is this not the peak of tragic comedy: the creation surpassing the creator in the art of destruction?

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Sixteenth Listen

[PCLVA 016] Various Artists - Sixteenth Listen (2023) teaser

A gory gag-fest, our existence is definitely the greatest joke that's ever been cracked. Why, you ask? Ever seen a flamingo try to have a serious conversation? Watch a cat chase its own tail? Humanity, my dear friends, shares the same comedic rhythm.

In the cosmic circus we perform in, laughter is the high-wire act and sorrow is the terrifying clown with balloon animals. We stumble, fall, and belly-flop into pools of our own absurdities - yet each whiplashing wave draws a chuckle, a howl, a guffaw. Lo and behold, the beautiful hodgepodge of existence.

Laugh at a funeral? Humanity uncorks the champagne. Tear at a wedding? Pass the tissues. Who weeps when the flower wilts and who giggles when the bud blossoms? Now, isn't that the chucklesome-ness of life?

A newborn cries and the world rejoices while the old man smiles with his last breath and everyone mourns. Talk about timing, eh?

Don’t you see the cryptic text in the manifesto of madness we’re a part of? The universal jest in the perceived chaos around us is the kind of humour unfathomable. It’s a breed of comedy where the punchline is not waiting at the end, it’s stumbled upon haphazardly, eventually enrolled into the very unraveling of the storyline.

Murder and maladies, chaos and calamity, each molecule vibrating with the silent, smirking snicker of fate. The mum? She just walks nonplussed through this bedlamic bazaar, cradling her blob of paradoxical probability, her bundle of joyous jinx. 

She dashes unwittingly through falling scaffolds that straighten right behind her, sidesteps banana peels that reappear once she passes. In a universe that thrives on 'cosmic slapstick' - amidst this relentless ticking of the joke clock - she discovers not disaster, but possibility. 

A cruel jest played on the strings of existence. Perhaps we were born crying not because of the sudden cold or blinding light - but because deep down, we knew we'd just joined the largest and most elaborate stand-up event in the cosmic calendar. The hearty jest of the cosmos…

Squint at the chaos and you’ll glimpse the punch line flickering just behind the horizon of tomorrow, splaying into the entropic mirth doused in somber hues, the incessant ebb and flow of the tides painted in cosmic comedy. All just shadow puppets frolicking in the grand theatre of The Great Giggle in the Endless Sky. 

And there lies the grand joke - not in the fracture, but in the healing; not in the destruction, but in the resilience; not in the chaos, but in the rhythm that lies beneath. Because darling, the best ointments indeed have the bitterest of tastes, the sweetest nectar is undoubtedly brewed in the most venomous of bellies. It's life's grand rodomontade of riotous jest, shrouded within life's serious hoodwink—a spectacle alluring as a sugar-coated jest.

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I've been working on an album recently, so apologies for the slow uploads.

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