Across the sour stretches of acrid grass, where boulders once bricks of castles lay, tumbled about, the masons' runes faded by water and wind, reminding you that even your greatest works will just be faint etchings one day, as you pick about for treasures for the past, as a lazy wind weaves between the stones, and a crow watches your works of greed.

Fields of Shattered Stone [Dungeon Synth]

Music for crumbling staircases and mossy stone walls, for stale air and sticky mist, For beady yellow eyes in between the trees at night. Dungeon synth / ambient music for sparking the mystique and wonder of old-school fantasy.

Fields of Shattered Stone [Dungeon Synth]

Basilisk Tower