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In A Time Lapse is the representation of the bringing together all of life's experience and emotions into a single moment of time. Recorded in a remote monastery near Verona and written over a period of 2 years it is as epic and emotional as Divenire and as experimental and adventurous as Nightbook.

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In A Time Lapse

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Story
Ngoma Nlô
In ancient times, when the roads were made of red earth and the trees whispered secrets to the wind, there lived a sacred drum called Ngoma Nlô, the Talking Drum. It was no ordinary drum: carved from iroko wood and adorned with ancestral symbols, it had the power to carry messages between distant villages. Its sound was not just music, but language: each beat was a word, each rhythm an emotion.
The elders guarded it in the village of Ebong, and when a community needed help, advice, or a celebration, the drum spoke. Its echo crossed mountains, rivers, and jungles, carrying news, warnings, and blessings. It was the soul of communication, the spiritual heartbeat that united the people.

But one moonless night, a greedy stranger stole the drum. He took it far away, intending to sell it as mere art. At dawn, the villages awoke in silence. There were no songs, no answers. The mothers wept, the elders gathered, but without the drum, their words reached no one. The connection was broken.

For years, the communities lived in isolation, distrustful of one another. Traditions began to fade, like smoke in the wind. Until a boy named M'Boma, born in silence, dreamed of the drum. In his dream, the spirits showed him the way to where it was hidden.
Guided by the rhythm of his heart, M'Boma embarked on a journey through jungles and savannas. He found the drum in a forgotten cave, covered in dust but untouched. When he played it, the drum spoke again. Its voice awakened the ancestors, and its echo reunited the villages.

Now, each generation learns to read the rhythms of the drum. Not only to communicate, but to remember that tradition, like sound, lives on as long as it is shared. And that when the common voice is lost, the soul of the people is lost.

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Sonic Universe III

Ngoma Nlô IV

Verse I
In the misty mountains of secret and moonlight, where time bends beneath the stars,
three voices call from the silence, three springs that judge from afar.
Alvor sings forgotten truths,
Fórria burns vain desire,
Serena speaks without a word
her question sets hearts on fire.

Pre-Chorus
Who dares to drink from memory?
Who faces the flame of illusion?
Who climbs the hill unshaken
by the loss of their own delusion?

Chorus
Reliquary of the Three, enchanted breath,
opens paths no eye can see.
Only those who give their all
may touch what cannot be read.
Reliquary of the Three, sealed fate, in water, in fire, in no.
What you seek has no name,
but it lives within the song.

Verse II
They say they were sisters of courage,
defying gods without regret.
Now they guard the soul’s deep portals with eyes that never forget.

Instrumental Bridge
(Guitar and strings evoke forest, flame, and wind)

Verse III (whispered or choral)
Many came with gold and promises, but returned as stone and sorrow. Few heard the Moiras’ singing and danced with the slow tomorrow.

Final Chorus
Reliquary of the Three, enchanted breath, opens paths no eye can see.
Only those who give their all
may touch what cannot be read.
Reliquary of the Three, sealed fate, in water, in fire, in no.
What you seek has no name,
but it lives within the song.

Story
Enchanted Moirai: Reliquary of the Three
In the misty mountains of Sintra, where palaces seem like frozen dreams and forests murmur in the voices of ancestors, there are three places unmarked on maps: the Fonte da Verdade (Fountain of Truth), the Gruta do Lume (Grotto of Light), and the Outeiro do Silêncio (Sunset of Silence). Each is guarded by an enchanted Moira, female spirits who emerge when the moon touches the water and the human heart dares to seek the impossible.
Moira da Fonte da Verdade (The Fountain of Truth)
In a spring hidden among ferns and Romanesque ruins lives Alvor, the Moira of Truth. Her water is crystalline, but whoever drinks from it hears her own voice revealing secrets she never wanted to admit. Some flee. Others cry. Only those who accept her truth can follow the path to the second test.
Moira da Gruta do Lume (The Cave of Light)
In a cave that burns without consuming, dwells Fórria, the Moira of Fire. Her flame does not burn flesh, but illusions. She shows visions of what one believes one desires, and then reduces them to ashes. Whoever endures the pain of losing what is false finds a red stone: a symbol of purified will.
Moira of Silence
At the top of a moira tree where the wind is silent and the birds do not sing, Serena, the Moira of Silence, waits. She does not speak, but her gaze asks: "What are you willing to leave behind to find what you seek?" Whoever answers truthfully receives a silver locket containing a magical breath that can open any door, except that of return.
It is said that these Moirai were three sisters who defied the Lusitanian gods for love, wisdom, and freedom. As punishment, they were made guardians of the trials that every hero must overcome. Some believe their spirits still sing on foggy nights, guiding the brave toward a destiny that cannot be bought or stolen: self-knowledge.

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Reliquary of the Three III

Story
The Tree of Life. Aeltharion Cycle Symphony
At the heart of the floating world of Elarion, where continents sail on oceans of light and the heavens sing with voices of crystal, stands the Tree of Life: Aeltharion, the first and the last, whose roots span time and whose branches touch the dreams of the gods.
Aeltharion was not born, but remembered. He emerged when the universe breathed its first breath, and from that primordial mist sprouted a seed of pure consciousness. It fell into the center of Elarion, where the ground was not earth, but memory. There it germinated, and its trunk was made of starwood, its leaves of slow fire, and its fruits of liquid eternity.
Each leaf of Aeltharion held a story yet to be lived. Each fruit, a soul awaiting embodiment. The winds that danced among its branches whispered forgotten tongues, and the animals that slept beneath its shade dreamed of worlds that had not yet existed.
But not everyone could see it.
Only the Seers of the Dawn, an order of beings born without time, could ascend its roots and read its rings. They were the guardians of the Melody of the Cycle, a symphony the Tree cast every thousand years, capable of rewriting Elarion's destiny. When the melody rang out, the seas changed color, the mountains moved like sleeping beasts, and the stars aligned to listen.
One day, without warning, the Tree stopped singing.
Silence fell like a mist over Elarion. The stars paled. Dreams turned to ash. The Seers descended, searching for answers in the roots, but found only shadows. Something had bitten into the heart of the Tree: a crack of forgetting, a wound of doubt.
It was then that Lirael was born, a nameless girl, daughter of echo and lightning. No one had seen her coming, but everyone knew she was the last hope. With a voice that was not a voice, but pure vibration, Lirael approached the Tree and sang. Not with words, but with memories. She sang of lost loves, of wars that should never have been, of births that had yet to happen.
The Tree trembled. Its branches lit up like constellations. And from its canopy sprouted a new leaf: golden, transparent, infinite.
The Melody of the Cycle rang again, but this time with a new note: the note of the impossible.
Since then, Aeltharion sings not only of what was and what will be, but of what could be if anyone dared to imagine it.

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Sonic Universe II

Aeltharion Cycle Symphony IV

태극기 휘날리며 Taegukgi (Original Movie Soundtrack)

태극기 휘날리며 에필로그

Between myths, stories and galaxies... welcome to my Sonic Universe.

There are songs that aren't just heard... they are remembered like a dream or felt like a ritual.
I am J. Bilbao, creator of worlds where music intertwines with Basque and international legends, forgotten constellations, and stories you may have never heard. Every note I compose, every word I write, is born from a cross between the ancestral and the futuristic.

🎶 I'm arranging and uploading to the Sonic Universe space all my compositions from the last twenty-five years (2000-2025), +1000 original Soundtracks explore everything "Sonic Universe" & "Symphony"...

Here I don't just share songs... I share visions.

If you've ever been moved by a story that seemed written for you, if you've ever felt like a melody spoke to you from another time or planet... then this space is yours too.

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Aeltharion Cycle Symphony IV

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