Ternary Spore

Imperfection, spontaneity, raw signals. Captured in single takes. Cassette hiss, glitching CDs. Marked by hum and machine noise. Feedback loops pulse through ambient haze, jagged textures, hypnotic techno. Found sounds and broken rhythms tangle inharmoniously. Desperate lights dance through shadow to find coexistence in purpose.

Presence shifting, updated in bursts, or disappearing like ghosts—nothing polished, nothing final. Fragments of motion and distortion, caught in flux.

🏳️‍⚧️ Struggle is for nothing if not for love 🏳️‍🌈