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The city’s heart was its Glo Temples, where sacred producers crafted beats using cosmic 808s and wavy synths. The most legendary of them all was Chief Sosa the Eternal, a mysterious figure whose bass-heavy, hypnotic rhythms could bend time itself. His beats were raw, unfiltered energy.
But across the neon-lit outskirts, in the foggy Drain District, lived a secretive order of monks led by Bladee the Prophet. Unlike the Slime Lords and the Glo Priests, Bladee’s followers believed in sound as a spiritual force—soft, airy melodies that floated through the air like whispers from the gods. Their music was distant, melancholic, and otherworldly.