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          [ 2000..➖] Rain slicked the grimy
          windows of “Pixel-Dust” a rooftop
          radio station perched precariously
          above       the        city’s       sprawl.

        [ VOL. IV ── INK : 펀디 / CYBERIA ]
ㅤㅤㅤ                ANALOG ASYLUM.

The steel heart of the echo chamber, a forgotten rooftop garden turned makeshift studio, throbbed with a low insistent rhythm. A dark silhouette brushstroke against the city’s neon canvas, coaxed sound from his weathered mixer.

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