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4K psychedelic techno visual journey — melodic, hypnotic, and cosmic. Afterhours melodic techno ritual: sigils ignite, portals open. (4K visuals) Hard melodic techno 2025 vibes — deep, driving, and cinematic fantasy visuals. Stream / download / buy ➜ (●'◡'●)   / grass-patch-bum   (❁´◡`❁)   / grasspatchbum   ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ The Story ᓚᘏᗢ ➜ Prologue: The Sky That Spores The sky above the Umbral Mycelium was never still. It drifted—layer upon layer—like the underside of an enormous mushroom cap, breathing out slow constellations of dust. Each mote of sporelight carried a tiny, impossible reflection: angular DMT‑like geometry, folded into itself until the eye could not decide where it ended. Violet darkness, bruised blue halos, and sudden prismatic flares rippled across the firmament as though the cosmos were dreaming in symbols. Below that living ceiling lay a valley carved into perfect repetition: fourfold runes etched into black stone in rows that refused to be counted wrong. The pattern did not merely decorate the ground—it commanded it. Into this place came a wanderer who was not born of any gentle world. They were called Veyr of the Basalt Halo, a humanoid being whose skin looked like volcanic glass cooled in a hurry—dark, reflective, and threaded with faint luminescent seams that glowed when they breathed. Their eyes were pale opal orbs without pupils, and within those eyes the spore-sky mirrored itself in miniature. Along their cheekbones, delicate ridges curled backward like fossilized waves. Their hair was a mane of fine ash-filaments that floated even when there was no wind, as if gravity treated them as rumor. Veyr wore a cloak stitched from ashweave, a fabric spun from the shed husks of meteor moths. The cloak drank light until only its edges shimmered. Around Veyr’s left forearm lay a band of stone that looked ordinary until it caught the right angle—then it revealed the faint imprint of a rune burned into the surface as if by ancient lightning. That rune was the Flint Sigil. It was not merely a symbol. It was a pact. Veyr’s other wrist bore only an absence—a pale scar in the shape of a second rune, missing like a tooth pulled from time. That missing rune had a name whispered in forbidden catalogs and sung by none: Cinder Sigil. A pair. A lock and its answer. A spark and its drifting echo. The realm Veyr had come to enter—the one the old star‑monks called The Labyrinth That Blinks Back—had stolen the Cinder Sigil from Veyr’s bloodline epochs ago, long before memory was carved into language. Those who tried to reclaim stolen things from this realm returned… if they returned at all… with their names inverted and their shadows missing. Tonight, Veyr did not come to bargain. They came to take. They stopped at the valley’s center where a sealed archway rose from the ground: black crystal fused with petrified lightning, tall as a cathedral door and smooth as oil. No inscription marked its purpose. It did not need one. It had presence the way storms have presence—an inevitability gathering itself. Veyr placed their palm upon the arch. The world inhaled. Continues on the website. ಥ_ಥ Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwa... o(*^＠^*)o https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0Kc... https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/ https://grasspatchbum.com/ ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ Support the tunes: https://paypal.me/grasspatchbum #techno #trippyvisuals #technomusic #visualizer #undergroundtechno #musicvisualizer #4kvideo #4kvisuals #psychedelicvisuals #peaktimetechno #hypnotictechno #drivingtechno #melodictechno #aimusicvideo