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It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.

It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.

It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.

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Katharine pilots us thru a melodic trek across the vibrant constellations. Jumping from star to star consumes a lot of time. There is always parts that can be double or triple checked on a spaceship to make sure things are in their optimal working condition. Preventative maintenance can help make one more confident that issues will not happen. Still, something can go wrong with anomalies in space. Just recently, the ships communication system has been in and out of commission. Finding a place to land so the low-gain antennas can be worked on wasn't hard. Once landed, the power subsystem was turned down and then set to offline. The landscape immediately reverted itself to a very old but familiar place. Cat is hissing at the T-Rex off in the distance. Katharine is here to make things more enjoyable while things get reset. The hypnotic beats can certainly lift your spirits. The bleeps and buzzes definitely get your attention. Other times, the melodies make you smile and sway. There are times when it sounds like someone is working in a docking bay with tools. The combination of them being blended, excites all the senses. Thankfully, she is playing analog with vinyl since everything is off network currently... @katharine-motiontheory

Interpolarm provides us a groovy soundtrack for a journey to far-reaching cities. Planet travelling is a long-exhausting expedition filled with downtime. Lonely hours surround by blinking lights with pages upon pages of celestial cartography on the docket can be a bit of a rigmarole. There isn't enough coffee in a solar day to keep our attention. We do enjoy the occasional warning bleeps on our console's that make their presence known but we need a more involved score to keep our focus and raise our spirit's. Enter Interpolarm to satisfy this lust for life and give us something to get up to. Filled with infectious beats and rhythms that blend perfectly, the rise of energy throughout this odyssey verges on hedonistic. The organic drums resonate over lunar sounding accents is a mighty mix of space and land perfect for star-cruising. The occasional vocal passages just increases the vigor to overload. We wonder if homebase will mind if this ship is set to autopilot while we dance. @interpolarm

Eric Louis conducts a demonstration of quantum musical projections. Spirit Canyon Solo is more than just a performance. It's a true sonic spectacle for true fans of intergalactic dub techno. An express shuttle brings all the initiates to the delay mystery to get them illuminate the cultural and natural heritage of the planet Kepler-62e. The best landscapes are selected to accompany this spatial audio. Benevolent authentic creations swoop around: from ubiquitous reverbs and rhythm section philosophy to extended chants and enriching overtone textures. The breath of life with its mysterious loops and neat melodic swaying inflates the uninhabited wasteland. @dj-eric-louis

Dust Yard is doing some transitional styling in the name of the winter solstice. Lunar Santa is in a hurry to congratulate everyone who has behaved well this year. The sack with cherished gifts is stuffed to the top: there's a model of the rocket booster, a brand-new storybook, and even a can of surströmming. The only thing that is not in the bag is a festive compilation for body and soul. The French alchemist will provide it, overcompensating for this lack. In the middle of a frozen lake, an event dedicated to musical passions takes place. This careful flow of the rhythm warms you up like a mug of hot chocolate on a frosty day. Ki.Mi.'s remix gets the blood pumping in the free space: the relentless light heats, balanced lows and mysterious rustles. Nadja Lind enchants one with her treatment of velvety French, sublime brass and magical synth melody, while Makam sums it up with monumental rumbles, distant pulses and pastel pads. @dustyard