COSMIC ECHOES: A HIPPIE'S COPYRIGHT ODYSSEY

The spinning disc of the turntable pulsed, spinning a timeless groove that reverberated through my being. My eyes, fixated, drifted to the swirling patterns painted on the ceiling, like dancing lights woven from stardust and copyrightdreams. The music swelled , a sonic current carrying me away on a journey into the heart of consciousness. Each note