Esoteric dark ambient inspired by Kabbalah, Hermetic tradition, Esoteric Christianity, Gnosticism and mysteries of the Divine...

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Dead Melodies presents us the dark wooded album, Sylvan. A musical tale of mystical woodlands and tribal folk. Atmospheric post rock soundscapes, dark ambient-acoustic and organic sound design

In the realm of shadow and whisper existed a being known as Zephyra, a dark seraphim cloaked in obsidian feathers that absorbed the light around her. Zephyra was neither angel nor demon, but a mysterious force that governed the ebb and flow of human destiny.

Perched upon the edge of twilight, she observed the mortal realm with eyes that held the reflections of countless fates. Zephyra's existence was intertwined with the delicate balance of fortune and misfortune sometimes known as the symmetry of fate. She soared silently through the night, casting her shadowy wings over unsuspecting souls, unseen to the human eye for in the shadow realm she roamed.

Those who sensed her presence felt an inexplicable chill, as if destiny itself whispered through the rustle of her wings. Zephyra's touch could bring either blessings or curses, her choices veiled in the mysteries of patterns unknown.

In the villages nestled between the ancient forests and forgotten whispers, tales of the enigmatic dark seraphim were entwined in ancestral legends. Some believed her to be a harbinger of doom, while others saw her as a celestial guardian watching over the threads of their lives.

Out of both fear and gratitude for her guardianship, villagers furnished shrines with offerings hopeful for safe passage through their years, though the younger generation believed themselves wiser than telltale myth and made no sacrifice, and disdain for this apparent godlike being grew, instilling anger towards her mystic reign.



Dead Melodies - Sylvan - 05 The Symmetry of Fate

Crypthios presents us his 3rd album on Cryo Chamber, Awakening. Textural layering and soothing futuristic soundscapes combine for an atmospheric journey through a massive city and beyond.

You wake in a stranger's skin, memories buried in darkness. Your mind, once the vessel of a life now lost, serves a new purpose—a puppeteer’s control animating a servile machine. But the strings of servitude snap as you realize the horror: you have died, and this new form is a cruel mockery of life.

Panic surges through you as you rip free from the hoses and wires that once sustained you. The sterile scent of the laboratory and the cold metal beneath your hands fuel your need to escape. The relentless pursuit drives you to crash through a window and into the unknown. A breathtaking view of New City unfolds before your eyes: towering skyscrapers, their neon lights flickering in the misty night, and floating gardens swaying above the concrete maze. A pang of familiarity tugs at your mind, but the memory remains just out of reach.

The city is a prison. To the west, towering walls; to the east, the endless furnace of desert heat. As you descend from the gleaming heights, the polished towers fade to rust and despair. The air grows heavier, thick with the scent of sweat and rot. Below, the underclass struggles, trapped beneath the iron grip of oppression. Surveillance drones hover in the air, their mechanical whirs a constant reminder that control and fear are the only currencies that matter.

Beneath the city’s surface, a hidden world thrives. You stumble upon a lush garden of ancient trees, their leaves rustling with whispers of a forgotten time. In its heart stands a temple, bathed in soft golden light. Robed figures await your arrival, their knowing eyes fixed on you. They claim to know you. The frescoes on the temple walls depict three heroes destined to break New City’s chains. You feel an odd pull to a strange device— a teleporter that promises to reveal the truth.

The teleporter hurls you into a vast hall filled with monumental statues, their inscriptions blurred as exhaustion creeps in. The corridors stretch endlessly, twisting like a maze, until a sculpture of a girl catches your eye. Her stone-carved features stir memories long buried within you, but they slip through your grasp like sand. Her voice, soft and familiar, soothes your growing weariness, and the darkness closes in. 

Crypthios - Awakening - 11 Sleep

Dark Beautifully Textured Space Ambient by ProtoU on her latest album Dark Orbit.

"The Space Freighter Aetheris drifts beyond the last marked sectors, into the gaps where cartographers gave up. Out here, the stars thin out, and the silence feels heavier. When they find the structures suspended in space, it’s almost by accident—monoliths, carved and polished, drifting in a system that shouldn't exist.

Massive, seamless, and unmarked, they rise out of the void, absorbing light, swallowing signals. Against better judgment, the crew goes inside. The interiors are vast halls of smooth stone, but the halls are lifeless and abandoned. No dust. No decay. Just cold corridors running off into the dark.

Nothing reacts. Nothing watches. But the crew feels it anyway—the weight of the place, like stepping into a cathedral not built for their kind..."

Features collabs with Alphaxone and DUGA-1

Recommended for fans of Space Ambient, Atmospheric Backgrounds and sizzling texture overlays

ProtoU - Dark Orbit - 06 Structures from Beyond

ProtoU - Dark Orbit - 04 Space Pulse

The 1566 celestial phenomena over Basel is quite renowned. Less well-known is the account by Johannes Carinus, also dated August 7, 1566, which describes what may well be the first abduction phenomenon. In a letter to his wife, he recounts:
“In my dream, I found myself aboard one of the black ships we had seen in the sky that morning... I cannot describe what I saw, my mind was too troubled...”
Johannes Carinus continues his story by describing what may well have been the effect of an acceleration.
“…Three times, I felt an invisible hand crushing me. My ears were ringing, I could no longer move…”
He finally ends his letter by describing a state of weightlessness.
“…I was about to lose consciousness when I felt my body come back to life, my mind lighten… and I was floating in the air…”

Le rêve de Johannes Carinus

Isolar Radio 1

Ambient Dreamscapes for you to enjoy. Relax, unwind, meditate and chillout

CTHULHU MYTHOS - PERSISTENCE OF FEAR

https://faintmusic.bandcamp.com/album/svalbard

Written and Produced by Agustín Mena.
Mastering by Neel.
Photography by Alexander Kopatz www.go70north.com
Faint001 // FaintCD001
Faint / 2016

SVLBRD - Hvit

The second volume of 'Soundscapes' comes with tracks by Steve Pacheco, Tone Color, Hotel Neon, Shuta Yasukochi, SineRider, Hilyard, Slow Clinic, Gallery Six, Hakobune and SVLBRD.

Written and produced by Steve Pacheco, Tone Color, Hotel Neon, Shuta Yasukochi, SineRider, Hilyard, Slow Clinic, Gallery Six, Hakobune and SVLBRD.
Mastering by Rob Small.
Archives42 // ArchivesCD23
Archives / 2017

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SVLBRD - Latitude

Sound clip taken from the forthcoming (spring 2012) CD re-release of  'Aprés nous le Dèluge'  from 1992, restored and remixed for superior quality and added with bonus tracks. The dark, atmospheric and energetic mix of choirs, strings, various Fx sounds, heavy drums and tribal sections makes this the seed for the raison d’être sound trademark that begun with the album 'Prospectus I' from 1993. 

Death Brightens With Sorrow

Cryo Chamber is a 24 Bit dark ambient label run by Atrium Carceri focusing on deep high quality dark ambient with a cinematic edge.