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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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
Kilibob:
Kilibob is part of the rich mythological tapestry of Papua New Guinea, especially in the northeast region, where he is intertwined with creation narratives, cultural identity, and worldview.
Kilibob is a mythological figure who represents both the creator and the trickster, a common archetype in many cultures. In the traditions of the Siassi people and other communities of northeast New Guinea, Kilibob is one of the first two humans, along with Manup, created by the gods from river mud.
Kilibob: innovative, unpredictable, sometimes chaotic. He symbolizes change, creativity, and a break from tradition.

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Kilibob II

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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