Dark lanes

Timo Klangfeld----a way to dream----

Cover by Nika Kumaceva 🌟
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Abyss

inspired by things that are hidden from view, tapes of yester is my new EP with https://soundcloud.com/norvik-music

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tapes of yester

(un)covered

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(un)covered (with Norvik)

Sep 23 2023

Check us out on: https://linktr.ee/legacyofthought
Release date: 03-11-2023 on Legacy of Thought label:

Artwork & mastering: Chris Held

Time Away: https://soundcloud.com/timeaway
Elvya: https://soundcloud.com/elvyadulcimer

In the bustling city of Neverwinter, Riven found himself engrossed in the daily routines of the townsfolk. As a druid, he was often drawn to the natural beauty surrounding him, finding solace in the forests and parks within the city. On this particular day, he strolled through the Moonstone Mask district, where merchants peddled their wares, and performers entertained the passing crowds.

Unbeknownst to Riven, a strange energy hummed in the air, and an eerie stillness seemed to settle over the city. The sunlight waned, casting a shadow over the landscape. It was then that a sudden flash of light burst before Riven's eyes, momentarily blinding him. As the light faded, his surroundings blurred, and he felt a strange force pulling him into the depths of his own mind.

In an instant, Riven's consciousness seemed to detach from his body, and he found himself hurtling through a dark void. He tumbled through a sea of memories and emotions, lost in a realm of dreams and visions. As the world around him spiraled, a distant voice called out to him, faint yet unmistakable.

His mind traversed the boundaries of reality, plunging into the depths beneath the Trackless Sea, carrying him far beyond the familiar shores of Faerûn, and he found himself standing in the heart of a dense jungle on the far away continent of Maztica. The air was thick with humidity, and the scent of exotic flowers filled his senses. Towering trees loomed above, draped with moss and vines, creating an otherworldly atmosphere. In the distance, he spotted a clearing surrounded by dead trees. Intrigued and with a sense of foreboding, Riven pressed on, drawn to the heart of the glade where an aura of power pulsed like a heartbeat. 

She appeared before him like an apparition, her form shrouded in the flickering glow of magical flames. Her eyes gleamed with an ageless wisdom, and her voice carried the weight of centuries. She wore a living lizard skin, its scales glistening with ethereal fire, and adorned by the majestic head of a creature from the deepest recesses of the jungle, now a crown upon her brow. The lizard's eyes seemed to hold a mesmerizing power of their own, and the creature's spirit appeared to dwell within the very fabric of the skin. It was a sight both awe-inspiring and mysterious, an enigma that defied understanding, just like the prophet herself.

"Riven of the Earth," the voice echoed through his mind, reverberating like distant thunder, "I have sought you in the realm of visions, for the darkness listens even in dreams. I must speak with you, but only in person, where the shadows cannot eavesdrop."

Startled, Riven tried to respond, but his voice failed him in this ethereal realm. Instead, his mind throbbed with unspoken questions and uncertainty. What did this ancient being want with him? And how did she know his name and connection to the earth?

Before he could gather his thoughts, the vision swirled and distorted, and Riven felt an invisible force pulling him back to the waking world. The presence of the mysterious prophet faded, leaving him with a sense of urgency and intrigue.

With a gasp, Riven jolted back to consciousness, his heart pounding with the weight of the vision. He looked around, disoriented and dazed, his surroundings returning to focus. Neverwinter's lively streets surrounded him once more, but the city now seemed shrouded in a veil of uncertainty.

The druid knew he had to act swiftly. He couldn't keep this vision to himself. If there was one thing he learned on his many journeys, it was the value of true friendship. And so, he turned to his closest allies — Ariann and Lucksy.....

To be continued.....

Echoes of Maztica

Time Away & Elvya - Echoes Of Maztica Radio Edit

untrusted memories (deep version)

.diedonlynear - untrusted memories (deep version)

taken from "Suddenly" album released on "rohs! Records".
You can buy the whole album on Bandcamp for €1,- (link in description).

Sep 23 2023

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