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Moored

Comforts

Ambient Sketches

Microcosm

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From the album: Dragon Priests
Keep a song in your heart and a knife in your boot...

Release date: 13-10-2023 on Legacy of Thought label:

The tracks:
01 Time Away - Hevnoraak
02 Sonic Bodhi - Miraak
03 K37 - Nahkriin
04 Ambient Light - Haldriin
05 Der Bischof - Konahrik
06 Progeny - 1 - Krosis
07 Hellweed - Ahzidal
08 Big Beech - Volsung
09 Der Bischof - Dukaan
10 Promethex - Morokei
11 Wane Of Summer - Vokun
12 Sonic Bodhi - Rahgot

Artwork & mastering: Chris Held

Dragon Priests

Hevnoraak

01 Time Away - Hevnoraak

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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

Listen to the full album here :

https://shimmeringmoodsrecords.bandcamp.com/album/essence-found

Structures (from the album "Essence Found")

Oändlig

Moments fade, memories shift — “it’s never the same” by instagram.com/ambientbyID10 x instagram.com/lunnorr captures the beauty of change through atmospheric ambient textures and quiet emotion.

✨ https://go.ambiqo.nl/il-itsneverthesame

ID10 x Lunor - it's never the same (sped up)

A feeling you can’t return from — “homesick” by instagram.com/moonspire.music drifts through dark cinematic ambient, where distance turns into sound and memory never fades.

listen now: https://go.ambiqo.nl/m-homesick

moonspire - homesick

The Luminous Descent is a cosmic oratorio chronicling the fall, transformation, and rebirth of a star-soul. It begins high in the trembling architecture of heaven and plummets through ruptured light into the depths of a crater older than memory. Across twelve movements and a final ascending coda, the piece follows a sacred cycle: collapse, revelation, purification, and return.

The journey opens with the catastrophe of The Orbit Breaks, where ancient equilibrium fails and gravity claims the star. Through the Rupture drags the listener through the torn mantle of the cosmos, into a corridor of pressure where sound bends like molten metal. In Where the Veil Cools to Glass, the descent slows long enough for the star-soul to touch the dimming membrane between realms, condensing its radiance into crystalline form. Halo of Dark and Light reveals a suspended equilibrium—half illumination, half shadow—preparing the soul for what waits below.

With Canticle from the Hollow Sky, faint hymns echo from unreachable altitudes, fading as the soul sinks further. Pressure Cathedral marks the entry into the core-chamber where cosmic weight becomes sacred architecture, every chord a stone column forged from collapse. The Starbone Reliquary uncovers what remains when brilliance calcifies: relics of ancient light preserved in the dark.

Touching the Crater Floor brings the soul to stillness, where impact becomes silence and silence becomes revelation. The Silence That Remembers Fire awakens memory—a distant echo of the star’s earliest light. As the soul ascends toward Shoreline of the Last Radiance, its form becomes diffuse, rejoining the luminous boundary between ruin and renewal.

The final movement, The Luminous Return, reclaims the upward path. The star-soul rises through the strata of its own unraveling, transformed not back to what it was, but into what it must become.

Then comes the coda.

Ember Throne Ascension erupts like a final breath of defiance—a molten electric guitar solo over a cathedral of cosmic sound. It is the spark that refuses extinction, the last ember erupting into brilliance before dissolving into the quiet beyond creation. The oratorio ends uplifted, electrified, ascending: not a fall, but a coronation in fire.

Moored

Christopher Hanlon