Story
Expedition of the Resonants
In the year 3047, humanity had conquered the stars, but not their silence. On the farthest reaches of the Eumora galactic system, planets were discovered inhabited by advanced civilizations… completely lacking in rhythm. They knew no music, did not vibrate with melodies, did not dance with their souls. They were worlds of pure logic, where sound was only a tool, never art.
Faced with this revelation, the Interplanetary Union summoned the Resonant Ones: a crew of astronaut-musicians, virtuosos of sound, trained to bring harmony where emotional emptiness reigned. Their ship, the Harmonaut, was a floating symphony… each room an instrument, each corridor a scale, each engine a compass.

Silence of Vireon
The first destination was Vireon, a planet of perfect geometry and a crystalline atmosphere. Its inhabitants, the Vireans, communicated with pulses of light, but had never felt a vibration. Upon landing, the Resonants deployed the Quantum Orchestrator, a device that converted human emotions into musical waves.
The first note was an A minor, soft as nostalgia. Then came the rhythm: tribal percussion, cosmic synthesizers, plasma guitars. The Vireans began to flicker with new colors, their structures resonated, their algorithms became disordered… and they smiled for the first time.

Tharn's Challenge
Tharn was different. A world of electrical storms and variable gravity. The inhabitants, the Tharnites, were beings of pure energy, unable to understand music as physical vibration. Here, the Resonants had to improvise: they created a symphony of lightning, a dance of frequencies that intertwined with the storms.
The ship became a floating stage. Klodii, the vocalist, sang in tones that only magnetic fields could understand. Flat, the gravitational percussionist, played mass-altering drums. The entire planet became a quantum dance floor.

Choir of the Worlds
As the expedition progressed, the Resonators collected rhythms from each world, merging them into a Galactic Opera. On the final planet, Elaria, where time flowed in spirals, they presented their masterpiece: a symphony that captured the pulse of Vireon, the storm of Tharn, and the hope of all the worlds they had visited.
Music became a universal language. The planets began to communicate with each other in melodies, creating a network of interplanetary harmony. The Harmonaut ship was declared a sonic heritage of the cosmos.

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Sonic Universe II

Expedition of the Resonants IV

Story
The Prince in the Well. A Bruneian legend.
Many centuries ago, in the heart of the Sultanate of Brunei, where rivers intertwine with the jungle and the sea kisses the shores with reverence, a just but stern sultan ruled. His name was Sultan Hakkim, and his kingdom flourished under his firm hand. He had an only son, Prince Aiman, whose spirit was as free as the wind that stirred the palm trees.
Aiman ​​was rebellious not out of contempt, but out of curiosity. While his father saw tradition as the backbone of the kingdom, the young prince dreamed of exploring beyond known boundaries: crossing the seas, learning from other peoples, and understanding the world not only as an heir, but as a man.
One day, during a royal assembly, the sultan announced that Aiman ​​should marry the daughter of a powerful ally, thus sealing an alliance that would ensure peace. But the prince, his voice trembling but determined, refused.
"Father," he said before the court, "I cannot give my heart as a bargaining chip. My loyalty to the kingdom is unwavering, but my soul compels me to choose my own path."
The sultan, wounded in his pride and fearing that the prince's disobedience would undermine royal authority, accused him of betraying his filial duty. In a burst of anger and grief, he decreed an exemplary punishment: Aiman ​​would be thrown into the Well of Shadows, an ancient sacred well within the confines of the palace, where it was said not even an echo returned.
On the night of the punishment, under a moon veiled by gray clouds, the guards led the prince to the well. There were no tears in his eyes, only a profound sadness. Before being pushed, he looked at his father and whispered:
"Let my silence speak louder than my voice."
And he fell.
But the well did not devour his life. According to the elders, the waters at the bottom were not of death, but of purification. There, in the darkness, Aiman ​​reflected for days. He did not blame his father; he understood that the weight of the throne clouded the heart. And in that isolation, he found a truth: freedom without responsibility is chaos, and duty without compassion is tyranny.
Weeks passed. The sultan, consumed by remorse, began to hear rumors: as night fell, a soft melody could be heard from the well, as if the wind were singing with the prince's voice. Some swore they saw a faint light within, and others said the well's water healed the afflicted.
One early morning, the sultan, dressed as a simple peasant, approached the well. There, amid the mist, he heard clearly:
"Father... I did not come to challenge you, but to understand you."
The sultan fell to his knees. He wept for the first time since he was a child. And in that moment, he understood that the true legacy was not to impose, but to listen.
He ordered the well to be sealed with stones carved by his own hands, not as a prison, but as a sanctuary. On them, he had the following inscription written: "Here lies the voice of the one who chose to remain silent so that others might speak."
Since then, it is said that Aiman's spirit inhabits the well. Not as a ghost of vengeance, but as a silent guardian whispering to those who pass by:
“Respect is not blind obedience. Love is not possession. And reconciliation is born when pride bows before the truth.”
And on full moon nights, if one approaches with a pure heart, one can still hear the echo of a flute… or perhaps, just the wind reminding one of a lesson Brunei has never forgotten.

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Sonic Universe III

The Prince in the Well IV

[Verse]
The sands are red the sun is low
Echoes rise where shadows grow
I was a soldier now a ghost
A name whispered on the coast

[Chorus]
Maximus Decimus Meridius I was
Bound to Rome but lost her cause
Fate has chained me yet I rise
A storm in the arena skies

[Verse 2]
I held love in my mortal hand
It slipped like water through the sand
Fields of wheat call out my name
But glory burns a brighter flame

[Prechorus]
Is this the cost to live or die
A shield of steel a battle cry

[Chorus]
Maximus Decimus Meridius I was
Bound to Rome but lost her cause
Fate has chained me yet I rise
A storm in the arena skies

[Bridge]
The gods don’t hear a fighter’s prayer
They leave us broken in the square
But I will walk through Elysium’s gate
To find my son to challenge fate

Story
Maximus Decimus Meridius, the Lion of Rome.
In the dark days of the Empire, when the gods seemed to have abandoned the earth and men debated between glory and betrayal, a warrior was born whose name would be sung for centuries: Maximus Decimus Meridius, general of the northern legions, protector of Hispania, and faithful servant of the true emperor.
The Lion's Oath.
Maximus was not just a soldier. He was the son of Mars and an Iberian priestess, born under the sign of the lion, with fire in his blood and justice in his soul. From a young age, he led armies with wisdom and courage, earning the respect of men and the fear of barbarians. His sword, called Veritas, shone with its own light, and it was said that it could cut through even the lies of the Senate.
The Betrayal of the Black Phoenix.
But Rome, like every empire, was rotten at its roots. The Emperor Marcus Aurelius, wise and weary, wished to hand over power to the people, with Maximus as his guardian. His son, Commodus, a man of boundless ambition and a dark soul, murdered his father and condemned Maximus to slavery.
Maximus fell, but was not defeated. In the arenas of the Colosseum, he became a legend. Each fight was a poem of fury and honor. The gods looked down on him from Olympus, and the dead awaited him in Elysium.
The Last Combat.
The day came when Maximus faced Commodus in single combat. Although wounded, he fought with the souls of a thousand legions. In the end, with his last breath, he defeated the tyrant and restored hope to Rome. His body fell, but his spirit ascended among the stars, transformed into a constellation: Leo Invictus.

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Sonic Universe

Maximus Decimus Meridius

Story
Heartbeats in the Cloud... A love story in the age of Wi-Fi.
In the floating city of Neonetia, where buildings were giant routers and squares were called "Coverage Zones," lived Lía, a designer of emotional holograms. Her job was to create emojis that not only expressed feelings, but also transmitted them directly to the recipient's heart. Each emoji had a frequency, a vibration, a melody.
Lía didn't believe in traditional love. She said that bonds were built with sincere likes, with memes shared at just the right time, with replies that arrived before the other person finished typing. Her heart was synchronized with the network, and her soul was hosted in a private cloud.
One day, while testing a new "luminous nostalgia" emoji, she received an unexpected like. It wasn't just any like: it had an old-fashioned, almost analog code signature. It came from a profile with no filters, no stories, no followers. The name: Kael_404.
Intrigued, Lía tracked the signal. Kael lived in the Dead Zone, a neighborhood without stable Wi-Fi, where people still looked into each other's eyes to say "I love you." He was a restorer of digital memories: he recovered deleted messages, pixelated photos, and songs that had been silenced by algorithms.
They met on a video call that took 17 seconds to load. It was the silence between frames that made them fall in love. Each lag was a poetic pause. Each reconnection, a promise.
But love in the age of Wi-Fi isn't easy.
When the signal dropped, Lía felt like Kael was disappearing. When Kael didn't respond with emojis, she doubted his feelings. And Kael, who didn't understand the language of likes, suffered when he saw Lía sharing hearts with other profiles.
One day, during a solar storm that shut down the global network for 24 hours, Lía walked to the Dead Zone. No GPS, no notifications, no filters. There, Kael was waiting for her with a box of restored memories: her first message, her first emoji, her first "you make me vibrate."
They hugged without Wi-Fi. And for the first time, love didn't depend on a signal.
Since then, Lía designed a new series of emojis: "Offline Emojis." They weren't sent over the internet. They were drawn by hand, delivered in person, and only worked if the other person was nearby.
Because at Neonetia, they learned that the strongest love isn't the one that goes viral, but the one that survives when everything goes offline.

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Heartbeats in the Cloud IV

Story
The Rock of the Bell (Magical Ballad)
In the mountains of Bustelo, where the wind sings among the oaks and mists embrace the valleys at dawn, lived a young shepherdess named Elixane. Her herd of goats was small, but her heart was big, and her song made the ferns bloom even in winter.
Every day, Elixane led her goats to a lonely rock high on the mountain, known to the elders as The Rock of the Bell. They said that on nights of a full moon, the stone vibrated with a deep sound, as if an invisible bell were ringing from within. No one dared to approach it, except for Elixane, who found peace and companionship in her thoughts there.
One afternoon, while she was milking her oldest goat, named Lur, the rock began to glow with a blue glow. From within emerged a creature with galaxy-like eyes and mossy skin: a sardan, a magical being of the forests, half spirit, half animal. He had the form of a winged deer, but his gaze was human, sad, and ancient.
"Do not fear," the Sardan said in a brooklike voice. I was a prince of these lands, enchanted by my pride and imprisoned in this form for centuries. Only pure goodness and the milk of a goat that has never lied could break my curse.
Elixane, without hesitation, offered Lur's milk in a wooden bowl. The Sardan drank it, and instantly, his body transformed into a young man with silver hair and moonlight eyes. The rock split in two, releasing an echo that rang like a celestial bell.
The grateful prince offered Elixane riches and lands, but she only asked that he take care of the forest and protect the magical beings who still slept beneath the stones.

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The Rock of the Bell (Magical ballad) VIII

Story
Faust; The Man Who Wanted to Know Everything
Prologue in Heaven
God and Mephistopheles, the devil, debate human nature. Mephistopheles claims he can corrupt the noblest of men: Heinrich Faustus, a dissatisfied sage. God accepts the challenge, trusting that Faustus will seek goodness even in the face of temptation.
The Dark Pact.
Faust, frustrated by the limits of academic and religious knowledge, summons magical powers. Mephistopheles appears and offers him a pact: servitude on Earth in exchange for his soul in the afterlife. Faustus accepts, adding a clause: if he is ever fully satisfied, his soul will belong to the devil.
Love and Perdition.
Faust is rejuvenated with a magic potion and falls in love with Margaret (Gretchen), an innocent young woman. Their love turns into tragedy: Margaret is seduced, her mother dies from a potion, her brother dies in a duel, and she, in desperation, kills her illegitimate son. She is imprisoned and sentenced to death. Faustus tries to save her, but she refuses to escape, seeking divine redemption.
Beyond the Soul.
The second part moves away from the intimate drama and becomes a philosophical epic. Faustus becomes involved in politics, economics, and world-building. He seeks to found a utopia, but his ambition drives him to commit dark deeds. In the end, he dies without having uttered the sentence that would seal his doom. Angels rescue his soul, for his constant struggle for good redeems him.

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Faust

Story
PowerPoint & Guitars... A corporate satire with a rock beat.
The Excel of the soul
At the top of the Executive Glass Tower, where suits are ironed with ambition and coffees are served with anxiety, reigned Don Ernesto Valdivia, CEO of the multinational SynerGroove Inc. His resume was a symphony of achievements: an MBA from Harvard, successful mergers, and absolute mastery of PowerPoint. But beneath the heart of KPIs and synergies, beat a heart that didn't want to lead... but to sing.
Every night, Ernesto locked himself in his soundproof office, not to review reports, but to rehearse with his Stratocaster guitar. His soul vibrated not with dividends, but with progressive rock solos. His dream: to be Ernie V, the rock star he never was.
The meeting that broke the rhythm
Everything changed the day, in the middle of the quarterly meeting, Ernesto presented the financial results... singing! With animated slides and a band of interns dressed as musicians, he sang "Return on Investment Blues" and "Synergy is Killing Me." The managers were speechless. Some thought it was a disruptive strategy. Others called HR.
But something sparked. Employees, fed up with metrics and forced motivation, began to follow him. Every Friday, instead of reports, there were clandestine concerts in the break room. The movement was called Corporate Rebellion.
The rise and fall of executive rock.
Ernesto recorded an album, "Balance Sheet of the Heart," with songs like "Fired with Love" and "My Boss is an Algorithm." It went viral. SynerGroove's stock rose because of the fame, not the management. But investors didn't understand why the CEO was naked on the cover of Forbes.
The board ousted him. They replaced him with a predictive leadership software called LEADR-9000. Ernesto, far from going down the drain, founded a band with former employees: The Fired Ones. They played at startup festivals, where entrepreneurs wept to the acclaimed “Pitch Deck of My Soul.”
The Legacy of the Boss Who Defied the Norm
Today, Ernesto lives in an electric van, traveling through incubators and coworking spaces, singing uncomfortable truths through distortion. His story has become legendary: the boss who relinquished power to embrace noise. In every drab office, there's an intern who dreams of being a guitarist. And at every meeting, someone hums “ROI Is Not Love.”

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PowerPoint & Guitars III

Story
Song for a Ghost... The Echo of a Voice
In a forgotten corner of the Basque coast, where the waves crash with the cadence of a wounded heart, lives Maialen, a young luthier who builds violins from shipwreck wood. Her workshop, perched on the cliffs of Gaztelugatxe, is filled with strings that vibrate on their own when the wind blows from the north.
Every night, Maialen plays a melody she doesn't remember learning. A sad, ancient song that seems to emerge from her fingers as if someone else were guiding her. She calls it "The Ballad of the One Who Wasn't," and each note draws a sigh from the sea.
The Foggy Visitor
One morning, a young man with gray eyes and a soaked coat appears in the mist. He calls himself Elías. He doesn't remember where he comes from, but he knows the melody. He hums it in a voice that seems made of wind and salt. Maialen doesn't ask any more questions. She lets him stay.
For weeks, Elías helps her tune the violins, varnish the wood, and collect branches from broken boats. They speak little, but understand each other in silence. When Maialen sings, he listens with his eyes closed, as if remembering something he never experienced.
The Secret of the Broken Lute
One day, Maialen finds an ancient lute among the remains of a stranded ship. As she plays it, a vision shocks her: a shipwreck, a young musician singing to calm the passengers, a wave dragging him into the abyss… and his face: Elías.
He confirms it with a sad smile. “I died a hundred years ago, Maialen. But your song brought me back. I don't know why you… but when you play it, I exist.”
The Last Chord
They know their time is short. Every dawn, Elías fades a little more. Maialen composes one last piece, a symphony for violin and wind instruments, which she records on a wax cylinder. She calls it “Song for a Ghost.”
The night she plays it for the last time, Elías dances with her under the moon. As the last chord arrives, she dissolves in a burst of light, leaving behind a white feather and the echo of her voice: “Thank you for remembering me.”
Epilogue
Today, in Maialen's workshop, there is a violin that no one can tune, but it only plays when there is a storm. And at every concert she gives, there is always an empty seat in the front row… just in case the wind decides to return.

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The Singing Mirror II

Story
Tartalo.
In ancient times, when the valleys of the Basque Country still whispered secrets to the shepherds and the mists danced among the oaks, lived Tartalo, the one-eyed giant. He was no ordinary being: his body was as large as a farmhouse, his voice resounded like thunder, and his single eye burned with the light of a cursed moon.
Tartalo lived in a deep cave on the slopes of Mount Anboto, where Mari, the goddess of the earth, was said to also dwell. Some believed Tartalo was its guardian, others that he was its punishment. The truth is that no one ever came out of his cave alive... except one.
One day, a young shepherd named Eneko, curious and brave, took refuge in the cave during a storm. There he found an abandoned banquet: cheese, bread, wine... and human bones. Before escaping, Tartalo returned. With a roar that split stones, he caught Eneko and locked him in an iron cage, promising to devour him at dawn.
But Eneko, cunning as the north wind, waited until Tartalo was asleep. With a burning stake, he drove his one eye into the giant's head, blinding him. The furious giant blocked the exit with his body, but Eneko devised a trick: he hid among the sheep, covered in wool, and escaped when Tartalo let them out.
Since then, Tartalo has wandered blind through the mountains, guided only by the echo of his fury. Some say he can still be heard screaming on stormy nights, searching for the shepherd who stole his sight. Others believe Tartalo is eternal, a symbol of the savage power of the Basque land, of ancestral fear, and of human ingenuity.

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Tartalo II

Story
Nafanua, the Warrior Goddess of Savai'i
In the mists of time, when the islands of Samoa struggled between war and chaos, a figure of power and mystery emerged: Nafanua, daughter of Saveasi'uleo, lord of the spirit world Pulotu. Born in the remote and sacred village of Falealupo, where the earth meets the spirit realm, Nafanua was no ordinary mortal. Her blood carried the echoes of the ancestors, and her destiny was woven with threads of fire and justice.
From a young age, Nafanua displayed unusual strength, not only in combat, but also in wisdom. When the clans of Savai'i were plunged into endless strife, and sorrow scattered like ash over the valleys, Nafanua descended with her sacred weapon—the Tootoo, a war staff that shed no blood without purpose—and confronted the warring chieftains. She fought not for conquest, but for balance.
With strategy and courage, she defeated the tyrants who oppressed her people. But her victory was not celebrated with arrogance. Instead of reclaiming the throne, Nafanua proclaimed peace, restoring respect between the clans and returning power to those who deserved it. Her gesture was as unexpected as it was divine: a warrior fighting not for dominance, but for justice.
From then on, her name became legendary. In the chants of the elders, in the story-telling tattoos on skin, and in the rituals that connect the living to Pulotu, Nafanua is a symbol of feminine strength, spiritual balance, and just leadership.
It is said that, at the end of her days, she returned to Pulotu, but her spirit still watches over Samoa. When the waves crash furiously and the winds whisper in the forests of Falealupo, some believe it is Nafanua reminding the world that peace, like war, requires courage.

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Nafanua

Story
Mulungu's Song
In the days before time, when the sky still knew its color and the earth slept under a veil of silence, Mulungu awoke in the heart of the void. He had no form, but his voice was like the wind yet to be born: soft, immense, infinite.
With a sigh, he created the sun to sing light, and with a tear, he shaped the ocean, which learned to dance. From his thoughts sprang trees, animals, rivers, and men. Each creature carried a spark of his breath, a note of his eternal song.
For centuries, Mulungu walked among living beings, teaching them to speak to the stars, to sow with respect, to dance with the rain. But men, intoxicated by his own voice, began to forget. They built towers to reach the sky, but not to understand it. They hunted without hunger, burned without cold, and lied without fear.
Mulungu, wounded by the echo of disobedience, retreated to the highest mountain, where heaven touches earth. From there, he observes. When people help one another, when they sing with gratitude, when they care for what does not belong to them, Mulungu sends blessings: abundant harvests, clear dreams, sweet rains.
But when ego rises and harmony is broken, his wrath manifests itself in storms, droughts, and shadows that confuse the path.
They say that even today, if one sits silently under a baobab tree and listens with an open heart, one can hear Mulungu's song. And if one sings with humility, the creator god smiles, and the universe flourishes once more.

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Mulungu 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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