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DMT Corridor Drift – 131 BPM Psychedelic Techno Visual Journey 4K

What happens when techno meets DMT? 4 minutes in and you’re already elsewhere. --- Please follow - https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0Kc... --- Please follow -   / grass-patch-bum   --- DMT Corridor Drift --- Follow on SoundCloud for more tracks :   / grasspatchbum   --- Keep in touch with latest releases:    / @grasspatchbum   https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/ https://grasspatchbum.com/ Trippy Music Video :    • DMT Corridor Drift – 131 BPM Psychedelic T...   --- Support the tunes: https://paypal.me/grasspatchbum --- #dmt #psychedelic #techno #psytrance #trippy #visualizer #neon #mushroom #spacejourney #cosmic #deeptech #131bpm #fantasy #scifi #mindtrip #hexagon #neonrave #futuretech #bassline #underground #visualstory #cosmicrave #sporewave #synthwave #darkrave #trancevisuals #galactic #deepbass #trippyart #psyvisuals #corridordrift #mushroomtrip #spacerave #psytech #dreamwave #aetherbeats #futuregroove #ravescape #hologrambeats #nightdrivevibes #cosmictrance #liquidlightshow #voyagerhythm #subterraneanbass #stellarjourney #hyperspacehouse #mindscape #sonictapestry #etherealbeats #phantasmicgroove #neonvisions #virtualrave #galaxygroove #infinitehallway #pulsewave --- The sky above the wasteland looked bruised—deep indigo scraped with crimson scars—yet the ground beneath my boots felt uncomfortably alive, as if thousands of tiny roots were tasting each footfall. I’d followed a faint, rhythmic tremor here, a heartbeat pulsing up through the ash. When the tremor peaked, a shard of crystal burst from the soil, spinning on its axis like a razor-bright compass needle. It caught the bruised light, refracted it into emerald rivers, then unfolded into a doorway of liquid prism-glass, humming with the promise of elsewhere. I didn’t hesitate. Wherever “elsewhere” was, it called to the restless riptide in my veins. I stepped through— and gravity inverted. Upward into the Quartz Well I fell skyward inside a spiraling well of translucent citrine. Walls of fossilized light stretched forever; each layer trapped ancient moments—laughter, sorrows, revolutions—now flickering past like thumbnail memories. Luminescent spores swirled beside me, the children of gargantuan subterranean mushrooms I’d only seen in outlaw holos. They flirted with my skin, diffusing micro-doses of raw data straight into my nervous system. In flashes I tasted the metallic dusk of extinct planets, heard choir-songs made of starlight, and felt the grainy warmth of gravity settling into new equations. The well tightened, momentum surged, and for a breathless instant I became a singularity of thought. Then the citrine walls burst into motes and I landed gently, as though the universe cushioned me in slow motion. The Corridor Where Mirrors Lie I stood in a hallway paved with mirrors that reflected futures instead of faces. A thin veil of violet vapor—rich with DMT-scented electricity—rolled across my ankles, painting shifting glyphs that rearranged every time I blinked. One mirror showed me feathered in fractal plumage, eyes swirling like twin nebulae. Another revealed me piloting a city carved into Saturn’s rings. Instinct said choose, so I lifted a hand—half curiosity, half rebellion—and pressed my palm to the nebula-eyed version of myself. The mirror surface rippled, swallowing my reflection and my doubts in one gulp. Sudden vertigo. The corridor unzipped itself, twisting into a Möbius strip that flung me forward without direction, as though space had forgotten which way tomorrow was supposed to go. Time stretched, knotted, and re-coiled. When it snapped back, I found myself kneeling on luminous sand that whispered in three voices all at once. Continues on the website: https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/07/22/...