Nuances

Enclosures

Luce

Nocturnal Lullabies Vol. 1

Over the River

Looking For Peace

When it Rains

Letter From the Sky

Flutter, Flutter

Jumping Through Time

Skipping Rope

Sounds From My Room

Smoke was rising

1 PM Study Session

Steps

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Fitz & The Snow Flakes go on adventure.

And I'm sharing their adventures.

Stuck in an elevator? In need for lessons on how to kneed your dough this winter? Wanna have fun falling on the rink? No worries, Fitz & The Snow Flakes have got you covered this winter!

Easy listening album for those dreamy winter days. Inside under a blanket enjoying the nothingness whilst holding a warm cup of hot chocolate. Or outside visiting a winter holiday market gathering your mittens, scarfs, and woolen hats.

Either way... you're invited to join Fitz & The Snow Flakes on their adventures.

Have a jolly good season, folks!

Fitz 1

The First Flake Of Snow

Story
Something Unique
In a forgotten corner of the cosmos, where the constellations still sing in ancient dialects, a creature without equal was born. She had no name, because no language could contain her. Her skin was liquid obsidian, her eyes two moons facing each other, and her voice... her voice was the perfect blend of a whale's sigh and the creak of a glacier.
The gods watched her with curiosity. She was not the daughter of any, nor a product of prophecy. She was something unique.
Humans, seeing her in dreams, called her a thousand names: inspiration, chaos, muse, shadow.
But she answered none of them. She only walked between planes, sowing questions.
One day, she descended to the mortal world. Not to rule, nor to save. Only to listen.
She sat on the top of a Basque mountain, where the wind speaks Basque, and waited.
Poets, musicians, children, and the elderly arrived. Each one offered her something: a song, a secret, a tear.
She took nothing. She just smiled, and when she did, the sky changed color.
Over time, they understood that her power lay not in what she did, but in what she provoked.
She was the mirror that doesn't reflect, the question that doesn't seek an answer, the spark that doesn't burn.
She was something unique. And when she left, she left behind a whisper that still floats in the air: "Don't look for me on maps. Find me in what you can't explain."

🎶 Listen 💫 Share 💬 Comment ➕📃🎧 Add to your playlists... Because this journey is meaningless without you... Thank you for being here... J. Bilbao

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