Another Ghost Stories: Ghostie And The Tune Portal

Somewhere between space and a sleepy Sunday, the Tune Portal hums.

Ghostie floats in, headphones on, fingers tapping his keyboard. The sky opens its eyes. The shrubs dance. The stars twitch to the rhythm.

Sometimes he opens disco swamps by accident. Once, a jellyfish rave. He’s still not sure what the glowing lever does—but the world shifts when the beat lands right.

He’s not here to haunt. Just to vibe. And sometimes, that’s enough.