Name: Acctually I Can Be Cruel (Demo) by 李雨寰 (Lee Yu-Huan)
Duration: 5 min 20 s
Description: Taiwan Independence

Calm, reflective, and experimental. Gentle meditative soundscapes evoke mystical landscapes reminiscent of Jónsi & Alex Somers and Sigur Rós.

For fans of: Jónsi & Alex, Sigur Rós, Hammock, Brian Eno, Nils Frahm

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Acctually I Can Be Cruel (Demo)

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What you say to me
Speaks in useless words
Is not interpretation
What you should have done

Notice, having your time
To make my time
Time - precious enemy

You owe me
my lungs
You hit me
my heart
You seem
my sort
You are not

Notice, having your trust
To make my trust
Trust me confidentially

You..

Time

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"Me and You" is a song for the dance floor. Rhythmic, rich bass, and catchy vibes.

Me And You

Trippy music video : https://youtu.be/w2hUcPYG7dE

Peak‑time pressure + hypnotic grooves in a psychedelic sci‑fi visual trip.
Hard techno meets raw/deep hypnosis—warehouse energy in 4K.
Driving kicks, rolling bass, and a desert dream that won’t let go.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Door That Breathes Spores

At the rim of the desert stood a seam in the air, hairline and luminous, like a scar that learned to exhale. When it sighed, motes unfurled into the dusk—opal dust and spore‑light that arranged itself into shy constellations. The seam smelled of rain that could not remember where it fell.

Aneleth arrived without footsteps. Their feet left no mark by design; their kind, the Mneme‑walkers, were sworn not to bruise the hours beneath them. Aneleth’s body was a study in glass and vellum: skin the color of quiet dawn, thin enough to show the rivers of gold filament that ran like patient lightning under the surface. Along the throat, a translucent veil fluttered—a gill‑lace that drank aroma and rumor. The eyes were coin‑bright and slow‑turning, with irises that gathered starlight, folded it, and kept it as a kindness for later.

They wore a mantle of mycelial silk grown in moon‑dark gardens, the threads still alive, still remembering the tunnels from which they had been coaxed. On Aneleth’s left wrist slept a ring of living wire—the Thread, a compliant serpent of gold that could smell distance the way others smell smoke.

Aneleth placed an open palm upon the seam. The air learned their shape. Spores swept forward like a soft tide, mapping the fingers, the lifelines, the old scars of vows kept and nearly broken. The seam widened, not as a door does, but as a thought does when it finds its opposite. Hyperfine cracks spread, diverged, and converged again in a lattice that suggested both invitation and correction.

“Let me in,” said Aneleth in the language of mineral patience.

The seam spoke back in fern breath: Come in if you can accept the arithmetic of forgetting.

Aneleth had come for that arithmetic. The Dunes of Liquid Memory waited beyond the seam, and somewhere inside those dunes lay the promise they once made in the Dark Orchard—the promise the desert had taken as collateral and never returned.

They stepped through. The seam stitched itself closed with a surgeon’s certainty, and silence rearranged its furniture to make room.

II. The Glass Dunes and Their Blooming Sigils

The desert was not sand so much as the idea of sand persuaded into matter. Each dune was a slope of congealed recollection, liquefying and resolidifying on its own clock. The grains were translucent and full of tiny occlusions—faces, gestures, half‑remembered weather. When the wind moved, the dunes flowed in slow currents, as if all memory wanted to be water but had first to practice being glass.

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Lee Yu-Huan is a musician from Taiwan. Lee started his training in classical music at age of 5. As for pop music, Lee favors dance music, also deeply influenced by the Pet Shop Boys.You shouldn’t be surprised to find traces of House, Techno, Trance, Breaks, Eurobeat, and Electro in Lee’s works.Taiwan Independence

Acctually I Can Be Cruel (Demo)

李雨寰 (Lee Yu-Huan)

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