⚡ So No Ki ⚡– The Movement of Sound.

I shape sound like a ritual—an alchemy of frequencies designed to resonate beyond the surface. Emerging from the spaces between rhythm and stillness, my music is an invitation to drift, to lose yourself, and to return transformed.

Drawing from the depths of Techno, the warmth of Deep House, and the precision of harmonic layering, I create immersive sonic experiences where every element is intentional. Nothing is random. Every transition, every frequency is crafted to shift energy.

This isn’t just electronic music.
It’s movement. It’s memory. It’s a portal.

Feel the sound. Become the movement.

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Thank you, thank you, thank you, for all the amazing comments about my first track "FALL INTO YOUR ARMS" , so sorry that I haven't been able to reply to all the comments individually, but suffice to say that I'm genuinely humbled by all the positive encouragement from everyone, thank you all so much 🙏😊
Would be happy if I could get to a stage where people enjoy what I am attempting to do, then all the pain, sweat and many tears of music production, will be worthwhile!

DJ from "back in the day". 
I just had a wee 20 year break!

Never stopped luvin ma bangin tunes, so tried getting back into it by playing at a few parties and it's given me the hunger to get back out there, even to the extent of doing a couple of college courses for music production. 

Debut single "FALL INTO YOUR ARMS" now available, any likes, reposts, comments (even constructive criticism!) would be very welcome.  👍🏻😊

Live life to the full, be kind to each other, make the best of every day, and "PARTY TILL YOU DIE" 

Love Life, Love Music, and most of all Love Each Other 🇵🇸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

If you have taken the time to listen to my music or even playlists that I have put together, thank you 🥰🎶

** New tune "RYTHM'S ALL YOU NEED" coming soon, hope y'all like it 🤞😁



I love 70's American West Coast music. It's the music that inspires me. I also like Ennio Morricone's style. I play electric, classical, acoustic and 12chords guitar. Also, Bass. I never studied music

As I don't have the equipment or the voice, my songs are generated by AI. 
The lyrics are my work.

I have no intention to earn anything with it, it is a pure hobby from which I can express my feelings.

Thank you very much for all who leave a like and who like my lyrics.

PlsFollow me on YouTube and give some Likes. So I can Keep Making Free Beats For you.
🔥 Free For non-profit use – Just credit me properly:
📌 "Prod. by ‪@SilentBeatAsmr‬  in the title or descriptio

📩 Contact for inquiries: [SilentTravelasmr@gmail.com]

💬 TERMS OF USE:
✅ FREE for non-profit use (YouTube, SoundCloud, social media, etc.)
❌ NOT FREE for monetized or commercial use (Spotify, Apple Music, etc.)

Dj Electro, Nu disco, Bass House and Hip Hop

Guitarrista ,cantante. Me gusta crear arreglos para guitarra y componer. .Desde los 5años de edad,empece a tocar la guitarra.Gracias por sus comentarios y todo su apoyo todo este tiempo, Su amigo Jesus Flores .Guitarrista.tambien sigueme en mi pagina de apoyo @jesus-flores-guitarrista-repost,

Production/Disc Jockey 🎹 Dance Music
https://linktr.ee/kikscience
Galactic Bamboo/Sub Sync Syndicate/Amber Day
Affiliate Labels - G-Mafia/Mustache Crew Records 
São Paulo Brazil @gmafiarecords

Kik Science is a bass-driven music project blending elements of progressive electronic experimentation. Known for its deep, immersive soundscapes and heavy beats, Kik Science takes listeners on an auditory journey through atmospheric textures and cutting-edge rhythms. Each track & dj set showcases a balance of intensity and precision, capturing the essence of the underground electronic scene.

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Thorne’s voice was steady—too steady.
“The Coranthium is volatile, yes—but only when mishandled. What I carry isn’t just ore, it’s coded. Locked. A failsafe keyed to my biometrics. Kill me, and it destabilizes. Try to force it open, and… well, you’ll see how quickly your ranks scatter.”

A low murmur passed through the Vantoth squad stationed in the dimly lit airlock. The boarding party had spread just inside the corridor of Thorne’s own ship, armor-clad and motionless. The leader stood at the center, unmoved but alert. Neon saw it—the shift in tension, the split-second hesitation behind the visor.

“You expect me to believe that?” the leader asked, voice tight with scrutiny.

Thorne shrugged. “Believe what you want. But you’ve tracked us this far. You know what I’m capable of. You didn’t come aboard to call my bluff—you came to make sure I don’t activate the cascade.”

He was lying. Neon knew it. There was no cascade. But he sold it flat, clinical, like the countdown had already begun. Her heart pounded. If this fell apart, there was no backup.

The leader raised a hand, halting his squad. “Let’s say I do believe you. What do you want?”

“Safe passage,” Thorne said. “A corridor out. No pursuit. In exchange, you get the coordinates of a second Coranthium source—twice as pure, half as unstable.”

A long silence. Then a scoff. “You lie well, Thorne.”

“I lie exactly as well as I need to.”

The leader’s gaze shifted again to Neon. “And her?”

Before Thorne could reply, Neon stepped forward. “I’m the failsafe,” she said coldly. “You take him, I trigger it. Separate us, it activates. You want Coranthium? You play by our terms.”

The corridor tensed. For one breathless moment, time held still.

Then it came—the signal. A soft chime, almost indistinct, like a glass bell struck far away.

Thorne’s signal.

Neon didn’t hesitate. Her fingers found the decoy vial hidden in her sleeve. She snapped the cap and threw it hard against the floor between the nearest Vantoth soldiers. A burst of smoke erupted—thick, acrid, blinding.

“Run!” Thorne shouted, grabbing her wrist.

They bolted down the narrow corridor of their ship, smoke trailing like ghosts behind them. The Vantoth shouted in confusion. One pulse round seared overhead, but they didn’t slow down.

Thorne swerved toward the helm. Neon slammed the inner bulkhead panel as they passed, re-engaging emergency lockdown. The door sealed behind them with a hiss.

In the cockpit, the stars were already shifting.

“Are we clear of the tractor beam?” Neon gasped.

“Almost,” Thorne muttered, fingers dancing across controls. “Hold on—”

The ship lurched. A final tug, then freedom. The stars stretched, blurred, and then they were gone—into driftspace.

Neon leaned against the wall, chest heaving. “You said I’d know the signal.”

Thorne grinned without looking. “You did.”

“And if I’d missed it?”

“I had a backup plan.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?”

He didn’t answer.

Neon turned away, heart still racing. They were off the Vantoth grip—for now. But Mystica wasn’t finished with them yet. And neither was he.

She was starting to believe him.

And that was what scared her most.

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