Sundara by The Open Circle

The bass throbbed like a heartbeat beneath Sundara’s neon skyline. A city of whispers, rumors drifting like smoke through the streets of Detroit. Machines pulsed, the rhythm endless—an escape coded in sound. Somewhere beyond, a better world shimmered, beckoning. A spacewalk of the mind, floating between frequencies, searching. The synths breathed, echoing the hum of the cosmos. Every kick, every delay a step further, out—beyond gravity, beyond the noise. The skyline faded, the music expanded. Sundara dissolved into light, into endless echoes. Out there, somewhere, the world pulsed, waiting.

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