Jennifer's Song

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MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

There are encounters that remain deeply etched in our memories because they leave behind a power that connects us to the universe and brings us into harmony with it. “Jasha” is the musical result of this power.

Jasha

Kiss Me in Los Gigantes

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All Returns To Nothingness /// 全ては無に還る// an alternate take
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music is the song 'All Returns To Nothingness // 全ては無に還る' 
by our fellow creator from Japan - BOUYA BO-YA !!! 
explore his amazing music and passion here:  BOUYA BO-YA on SoundCloud @hpcnw-902952

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original japanese lyrics by BOUYA BO-YA
adaptation lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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a troubadours handshake united collab

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fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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All Returns to Nothingness // 
目覚めのコーラス

(Verse 1) 
Right now, vague anxieties in this world 
Come at us like a swirling noise. 
What lies beneath this silent storm?
 Is it sadness, anger, or fear? No— 
It’s loneliness that strikes without a form, 
A sudden shadow no one can avoid.

(Chorus) 
Loneliness—the quiet, sudden guest, 
Haunting every searching chest.
 Even with love, friends, and family near, 
Loneliness still whispers here. 
In this world, I stand alone— 
The only one who truly knows my own.

(Verse 2) 
But face this loneliness with truthful eyes, 
Wake to others’ silent cries.
 It’s here empathy blooms in space,
 A voice for those without a face. 
When the noise of the world fades away, 
Consciousness remains to light the way.

(Bridge) 
Yet the world is fleeting, life shall end, 
To nothingness we all must wend. 
What we leave behind is not of weight, 
But a quiet void where all is fate. 
Everything, world and self, returns— I
nto the nothingness that softly burns.

(Outro) 
Embraced gently, strong and brave, 
The void’s a peaceful, tender wave. 
Cheerful, calm, with courage bright,
 We rest within the endless night. 
All returns to nothing— 
A quiet truth softly humming.

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目覚めのコーラス

（ヴァース１）
今、この世界に漂う曖昧な不安が
渦巻くノイズのように僕らに迫る
この静かな嵐の下に隠れているものは何？
悲しみか、怒りか、それとも恐怖か？ いいや―
それは形なき孤独、
誰もが避けられない突然の影

（コーラス）
孤独――静かに、突然やってくる客
探し続ける胸を彷徨わせる
愛や友情、家族に囲まれていても
孤独は今もここで囁く
この世界で、僕は一人きり――
本当に自分を知るのは自分だけ

（ヴァース２）
でも正直な瞳でその孤独と向き合い
他人の静かな泣き声に気づこう
この場所で咲くのは共感
顔なき誰かのための声
世界のノイズが消えていくとき
意識だけが道を照らす

（ブリッジ）
それでもこの世界は儚く、命も終わりを迎える
僕たちは皆、無へと歩み出す
残すものに重きはなく
運命だけが静かな虚無にある
すべては――世界も自分も――還る
そっと燃える無の中へ

（アウトロ）
優しく、強く、勇敢に抱かれて
虚無は安らぎと優しさの波
明るく穏やか、勇気に満ちて
僕たちは永遠の夜に休む
すべては無に還る――
静かに響く真実

All Returns To Nothingness //  全ては無に還る // an alternate take

Time spent in sanctuary

29/8 2025
it's downloadable if anyone ...

Moog synthesizers:
model D Minimoog
Voyager XL
Sub 37

photo: Skeneby

the Ox

#experimental #electro #raw #newwave #coldwave #deephouse #electronica

Sorry , but not sorry

Certains trouveront le tempo rapide, pour ma part, j'ai plaisir à le le jouer "vivement". Sous peine de m'ennuyer...

F. Couperin "Les Barricades Mysterieuses" piano "Ivory"

Vegvisir
Some creations carry more than just sound – they hold meaning, memory, and love.

For my grandson Vincent, I gave a small necklace with the ancient Vegvisir symbol – a compass said to guide and protect through storms and darkness. This song is the second part of that gift, his musical Vegvisir.

It took me over a month to complete, not because of doubt, but because I wanted every note to be carved with care – a guiding star written in sound. Random plonks as constellations, pads as northern skies, and a pulse steady as the heart.

This track is my offering – a compass made of music, a second baptism gift, reminding him that he will never be lost as long as there is light to follow.

Vegvisir

Here's Jaded but this time with additional guitar playing by Roger/B-Train - and the result is awesome! If anyone knows how to upgrade a track it's Roger!! (https://soundcloud.com/roger-b-train) - Enjoy :D

Jaded  (with Roger/B-Train)

Mostly I make ambient/melancholic electronic music. Or I play the piano. 
Sometimes there will be faster songs. And sporadically I will do something different. 

Thanks to everyone who takes time to listen to my tracks, or likes them, or reposts them... much appreciated <3

Also check out my synth pop project with the lovely @annie-smart-1: 
Passion Arcade - https://soundcloud.com/user-949559825

Jaded (with Roger/B-Train)

Wane of Summer