COSMIC ECHOES: A HIPPIE'S COPYRIGHT ODYSSEY

The needle of the turntable pulsed, spinning a timeless groove that resonated through my being. My eyes, fixated, drifted to the swirling patterns painted on the ceiling, like dancing lights woven from stardust and copyrightimagination. The music pulsated , a sonic wave carrying me away on a journey into the heart of reality. Each note activated a