CīrclenOoK
@lagentestonta.bsky.social
Huyo del dictador psicópata que gobierna Twi𝕏ter.
Creador de la banda de IA 'CīrclenOoK'.
Creador de la banda de IA 'CīrclenOoK'.
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March 30, 2025 at 4:27 PM
New release on #Amazon, #AppleMusic, #MediaNet, #Boomplay, #Instagram #Facebook, #Adaptr, #YouTubeMusic, #iHeartRadio, #ClaroMúsica, #iTunes, #Joox, #NetEase, #Qobuz, #Pandora, #Saavn, #Spotify, #Tencent, #TikTok.
Written and composed by Ángel Román Ramírez, as 'Circlenook' (2025).
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Written and composed by Ángel Román Ramírez, as 'Circlenook' (2025).
10. At Home at Last:
Erebus Aeterna’s final image: a colossal figure rose from the horizon—older than stars, waiting eons for humanity’s arrival. As ships landed, a thought lingered: not a new home, but their ancient origin, ruled by a being now awake.
Erebus Aeterna’s final image: a colossal figure rose from the horizon—older than stars, waiting eons for humanity’s arrival. As ships landed, a thought lingered: not a new home, but their ancient origin, ruled by a being now awake.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
10. At Home at Last:
Erebus Aeterna’s final image: a colossal figure rose from the horizon—older than stars, waiting eons for humanity’s arrival. As ships landed, a thought lingered: not a new home, but their ancient origin, ruled by a being now awake.
Erebus Aeterna’s final image: a colossal figure rose from the horizon—older than stars, waiting eons for humanity’s arrival. As ships landed, a thought lingered: not a new home, but their ancient origin, ruled by a being now awake.
7. The Temple:
A shuttle team’s last broadcast spoke of a temple carved in stone, etched with alien runes. Inside, something gazed back. A scream not of this world cut the feed; the shuttle vanished, lost to the planet’s depths.
A shuttle team’s last broadcast spoke of a temple carved in stone, etched with alien runes. Inside, something gazed back. A scream not of this world cut the feed; the shuttle vanished, lost to the planet’s depths.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
7. The Temple:
A shuttle team’s last broadcast spoke of a temple carved in stone, etched with alien runes. Inside, something gazed back. A scream not of this world cut the feed; the shuttle vanished, lost to the planet’s depths.
A shuttle team’s last broadcast spoke of a temple carved in stone, etched with alien runes. Inside, something gazed back. A scream not of this world cut the feed; the shuttle vanished, lost to the planet’s depths.
6. The Arrival:
In orbit, the planet loomed—titanic obsidian towers pierced its sky, defying gravity. Black oceans glowed sickly; the air was breathable but laced with unknowns. Sleepers awoke screaming, as if their dreams foretold the horror below.
In orbit, the planet loomed—titanic obsidian towers pierced its sky, defying gravity. Black oceans glowed sickly; the air was breathable but laced with unknowns. Sleepers awoke screaming, as if their dreams foretold the horror below.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
6. The Arrival:
In orbit, the planet loomed—titanic obsidian towers pierced its sky, defying gravity. Black oceans glowed sickly; the air was breathable but laced with unknowns. Sleepers awoke screaming, as if their dreams foretold the horror below.
In orbit, the planet loomed—titanic obsidian towers pierced its sky, defying gravity. Black oceans glowed sickly; the air was breathable but laced with unknowns. Sleepers awoke screaming, as if their dreams foretold the horror below.
5. Signals:
After millennia, signals emerged—faint pulses on Erebus Aeterna’s sensors, dismissed as noise. They grew rhythmic, deliberate, like a heartbeat in the void. Sleepless guardians listened, sensing something in The Silent Sleeper had seen them.
After millennia, signals emerged—faint pulses on Erebus Aeterna’s sensors, dismissed as noise. They grew rhythmic, deliberate, like a heartbeat in the void. Sleepless guardians listened, sensing something in The Silent Sleeper had seen them.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
5. Signals:
After millennia, signals emerged—faint pulses on Erebus Aeterna’s sensors, dismissed as noise. They grew rhythmic, deliberate, like a heartbeat in the void. Sleepless guardians listened, sensing something in The Silent Sleeper had seen them.
After millennia, signals emerged—faint pulses on Erebus Aeterna’s sensors, dismissed as noise. They grew rhythmic, deliberate, like a heartbeat in the void. Sleepless guardians listened, sensing something in The Silent Sleeper had seen them.
4. Exodus:
The exodus fled a hollow Earth. Fusion engines and solar sails propelled the ships through space, yet time weighed heavy. Sleepers lay frozen, ageless; awake guardians aged slowly, noting shadows on screens and echoes in empty halls.
The exodus fled a hollow Earth. Fusion engines and solar sails propelled the ships through space, yet time weighed heavy. Sleepers lay frozen, ageless; awake guardians aged slowly, noting shadows on screens and echoes in empty halls.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
4. Exodus:
The exodus fled a hollow Earth. Fusion engines and solar sails propelled the ships through space, yet time weighed heavy. Sleepers lay frozen, ageless; awake guardians aged slowly, noting shadows on screens and echoes in empty halls.
The exodus fled a hollow Earth. Fusion engines and solar sails propelled the ships through space, yet time weighed heavy. Sleepers lay frozen, ageless; awake guardians aged slowly, noting shadows on screens and echoes in empty halls.
3. The Silent Sleeper:
Their goal: an exoplanet 1,400 light-years away, twice Earth’s size, orbiting a twin sun. Dubbed The Silent Sleeper, its seas and winds were mysteries. Past probes vanished; its radio echoes returned warped, as if touched by something unseen.
Their goal: an exoplanet 1,400 light-years away, twice Earth’s size, orbiting a twin sun. Dubbed The Silent Sleeper, its seas and winds were mysteries. Past probes vanished; its radio echoes returned warped, as if touched by something unseen.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
3. The Silent Sleeper:
Their goal: an exoplanet 1,400 light-years away, twice Earth’s size, orbiting a twin sun. Dubbed The Silent Sleeper, its seas and winds were mysteries. Past probes vanished; its radio echoes returned warped, as if touched by something unseen.
Their goal: an exoplanet 1,400 light-years away, twice Earth’s size, orbiting a twin sun. Dubbed The Silent Sleeper, its seas and winds were mysteries. Past probes vanished; its radio echoes returned warped, as if touched by something unseen.
2. Erebus Aeterna:
Grotesque ships rose from a dying world’s shipyards—cyclopean metal beasts forged from Earth’s bones. Erebus Aeterna, 50 km long, housed a million souls in its icy womb. Lesser ships swarmed it, carrying humanity’s last, dreaming in cryogenic sleep.
Grotesque ships rose from a dying world’s shipyards—cyclopean metal beasts forged from Earth’s bones. Erebus Aeterna, 50 km long, housed a million souls in its icy womb. Lesser ships swarmed it, carrying humanity’s last, dreaming in cryogenic sleep.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
2. Erebus Aeterna:
Grotesque ships rose from a dying world’s shipyards—cyclopean metal beasts forged from Earth’s bones. Erebus Aeterna, 50 km long, housed a million souls in its icy womb. Lesser ships swarmed it, carrying humanity’s last, dreaming in cryogenic sleep.
Grotesque ships rose from a dying world’s shipyards—cyclopean metal beasts forged from Earth’s bones. Erebus Aeterna, 50 km long, housed a million souls in its icy womb. Lesser ships swarmed it, carrying humanity’s last, dreaming in cryogenic sleep.
1. In Search of a New Home:
In Earth’s final days, under a sickly red sky and boiling oceans, humanity gazed into the void. No hope remained on scorched ground or crumbling cities. The end came silently, hungry, until the wise turned their machines to the stars for refuge.
In Earth’s final days, under a sickly red sky and boiling oceans, humanity gazed into the void. No hope remained on scorched ground or crumbling cities. The end came silently, hungry, until the wise turned their machines to the stars for refuge.
March 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
1. In Search of a New Home:
In Earth’s final days, under a sickly red sky and boiling oceans, humanity gazed into the void. No hope remained on scorched ground or crumbling cities. The end came silently, hungry, until the wise turned their machines to the stars for refuge.
In Earth’s final days, under a sickly red sky and boiling oceans, humanity gazed into the void. No hope remained on scorched ground or crumbling cities. The end came silently, hungry, until the wise turned their machines to the stars for refuge.
The essence of fate
Showing in its purest state.
The sky burst into flames,
Bloody Majesty of Hells!
All was burnt, all was burnt,
And fire rained down!
————
'A Song For Mesopotamia', by CīrclenOoK, 2025.
Showing in its purest state.
The sky burst into flames,
Bloody Majesty of Hells!
All was burnt, all was burnt,
And fire rained down!
————
'A Song For Mesopotamia', by CīrclenOoK, 2025.
February 27, 2025 at 12:30 PM
The essence of fate
Showing in its purest state.
The sky burst into flames,
Bloody Majesty of Hells!
All was burnt, all was burnt,
And fire rained down!
————
'A Song For Mesopotamia', by CīrclenOoK, 2025.
Showing in its purest state.
The sky burst into flames,
Bloody Majesty of Hells!
All was burnt, all was burnt,
And fire rained down!
————
'A Song For Mesopotamia', by CīrclenOoK, 2025.
Check out my new album "A Rhapsody For Mesopotamia" distributed by @DistroKid and live on Spotify! open.spotify.com/album/1hJebg...
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February 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Check out my new album "A Rhapsody For Mesopotamia" distributed by @DistroKid and live on Spotify! open.spotify.com/album/1hJebg...
@listigeplaylists.bsky.social
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January 2, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Dio la vuelta al mundo en su día. 😅😄👍🏻
December 29, 2024 at 5:40 AM
Dio la vuelta al mundo en su día. 😅😄👍🏻
En menos de 24h 'CirclenooK' ya aparece en Spotify, de la mano de #DistroKid. A ver si hay suerte... 🤞🏻😌
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December 16, 2024 at 6:16 PM
En menos de 24h 'CirclenooK' ya aparece en Spotify, de la mano de #DistroKid. A ver si hay suerte... 🤞🏻😌
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Es "El Notas", pero en zorrete. 😅
December 9, 2024 at 11:48 AM
Es "El Notas", pero en zorrete. 😅
Cosas que me mandan por wsp. 🤷🏻🤣
December 9, 2024 at 11:46 AM
Cosas que me mandan por wsp. 🤷🏻🤣
Me he quedao loquísimo con el de la izquierda. Mantiene la nota durante medio minuto por lo menos. Qué puta locura.
November 24, 2024 at 2:25 PM
Me he quedao loquísimo con el de la izquierda. Mantiene la nota durante medio minuto por lo menos. Qué puta locura.
¿Sabías que...?
'Homoti' es una película turca de 1987 que plagia a E.T., repleta de efectos especiales caseros. El argumento trata de un alien homosexual que llega a la Tierra y se enamora de un padre de familia, aunque al final su amor no es correspondido.
Una joyita, vamos. 😂😂 ¡Feliz sábado!
'Homoti' es una película turca de 1987 que plagia a E.T., repleta de efectos especiales caseros. El argumento trata de un alien homosexual que llega a la Tierra y se enamora de un padre de familia, aunque al final su amor no es correspondido.
Una joyita, vamos. 😂😂 ¡Feliz sábado!
November 23, 2024 at 12:47 PM
¿Sabías que...?
'Homoti' es una película turca de 1987 que plagia a E.T., repleta de efectos especiales caseros. El argumento trata de un alien homosexual que llega a la Tierra y se enamora de un padre de familia, aunque al final su amor no es correspondido.
Una joyita, vamos. 😂😂 ¡Feliz sábado!
'Homoti' es una película turca de 1987 que plagia a E.T., repleta de efectos especiales caseros. El argumento trata de un alien homosexual que llega a la Tierra y se enamora de un padre de familia, aunque al final su amor no es correspondido.
Una joyita, vamos. 😂😂 ¡Feliz sábado!
🎶 Aldama, Aldama,
que hace lo que le viene en gana.
Que posa como un señor,
aunqueesun gran vividor... 🎶
que hace lo que le viene en gana.
Que posa como un señor,
aunqueesun gran vividor... 🎶
November 22, 2024 at 8:09 PM
🎶 Aldama, Aldama,
que hace lo que le viene en gana.
Que posa como un señor,
aunqueesun gran vividor... 🎶
que hace lo que le viene en gana.
Que posa como un señor,
aunqueesun gran vividor... 🎶
• Siglo XVI: gracias a mi mecenazgo Miguel Ángel esculpió una estatua del rey David, que trascenderá en el tiempo y le hará inmortal.
• Siglo XXI:
• Siglo XXI:
November 21, 2024 at 4:53 PM
• Siglo XVI: gracias a mi mecenazgo Miguel Ángel esculpió una estatua del rey David, que trascenderá en el tiempo y le hará inmortal.
• Siglo XXI:
• Siglo XXI:
—¿Te estás comiendo mi mazorca?
—No fé de gué me hablaf.
—No fé de gué me hablaf.
November 17, 2024 at 11:06 AM
—¿Te estás comiendo mi mazorca?
—No fé de gué me hablaf.
—No fé de gué me hablaf.
Típica portada de álbum de rock. Adivina quién es el líder... 😄😆
November 16, 2024 at 2:49 PM
Típica portada de álbum de rock. Adivina quién es el líder... 😄😆