Twilight Zone Jazz, Act:3 Narrated by Rod Serling, God of Art: Inspiratus, Dark Twisted Poems Smooth as Silk: Daniel FX Staal, Psychedelic, Trippy

New: AI passthrough!
This amazing Deo feature uses the power of AI to turn every VR scene into AR passthrough! Now you can take characters out of VR and have them right there with you - as if they were in the same room.
Notice: AI Passthrough is presently in beta mode, and as such, users may encounter occasional service imperfections. The feature is currently exclusive to the DeoVR app, but it will soon be accessible on both browsers and mobile devices. Your feedback is highly encouraged and appreciated.
Recommended headsets:
Meta Quest 3, and Quest Pro with stereoscopic color passthrough, Pico 4 (monoscopic color passthrough).
Compatible headsets:
Quest 2, Valve Index (monoscopic black and white passthrough).
Passthrough is not compatible yet for Oculus Link cable.
Check out our complete guide to passthrough and join in the discussion at our busy forum.
Written by Daniel FX Staal and narrated by Rod Serling, the creator of The Twilight Zone.
Art created and written by Daniel FX Staal (c) 2025. The opening track is a song by Bryan Felix.
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To Be or Not.. To be! Or Not to... Be? Butt be an an ass
Respect is the main thing, something to believe, So Don't Push to Deep in the Ass
To be or not—to be? Or just a fool’s guess,
A butt, an ass, a cosmic mess.
Respect’s the code, the unseen creed,
Love and logic—yeah, that’s the need.
Drawn from moonlight’s silver seam,
I’m Rod Serling The Twilight Zone Watcher of the night’s cracked dream.
3D souls in 5D streams,
They drift, collide in fractured beams.
Row, row, row down fate’s murky stream,
Life is but a sickened dream,
Ship that sinks in seas of dread,
Echoes whispering: the living dead.
Row the boat, through shadows dense,
Life’s a dream, or mere pretense.
Merry, merry, yet we scream,
Truth slips by, a fading gleam.
In Paris’ putrid womb, dark seeds grow,
Rue Morgue births a silent woe.
Fog’s grip tight on twisted streets,
Where shadows churn and madness meets.
Now, lose the muse, let madness seep,
Become th