The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The frequency remembers you.
Heat waves distort the frequency.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
All timelines merge here.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
