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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
Tamil Warriors of Yesteryear. The Children of Thunder and Rain
In the burning lands of southern India, where monsoons roar like celestial drums and temples rise like stone hymns, lived the Tamil warriors, custodians of the land, honor, and ancestral fire.
The Vanniar and the Velir: Blood of Kings and Poets
The Vanniar, born from the smoke of sacrifices and the fury of lightning, were elephant riders, archers of divine precision, and strategists who spoke with the gods. The Velir, on the other hand, were wandering nobles, warrior-poets who wove verses in the midst of combat, invoking Murugan, god of war, with each stanza.
Their swords not only cut the air: they sang. Each blow was a verse, each defense, a stanza. They fought for the land, yes, but also for memory, for the music of their ancestors.
The League of the Cholas, Cheras, and Pandyas...
In times of great threat, when the seas brought invaders and the skies foretold ruin, the three great kingdoms Cholas, Cheras, and Pandyas united their banners in a mystical alliance known as Thirai Sangam, the League of the Horizon.
Tamil warriors marched in burnished bronze armor, with swirling ritual tattoos, and war drums that shook the mountains. It was said they could summon storms with their chants, and their spears were guided by the spirits of tigers and cobras.
The Last Battle: The Eclipse of Kaveri
Legend tells that in the year of the Great Eclipse, when the Kaveri River turned black as obsidian, the Tamil warriors faced an army of shadows emerging from the sea. They were not men, but specters of fallen empires, commanded by a faceless general.
The battle lasted seven days and seven nights. In the end, the Tamil warriors, knowing they could not win by force, sang the Paadal Vettai, the Song of the Final Hunt, a melody so pure it dissolved the shadows into light.
Since then, it is said that when rain falls on the rice fields and the rumble of drums is heard in the distance, the spirits of the Tamil Warriors ride again, protecting the land, the language, and memory.

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Sonic Universe

Tamil Warriors of Yesteryear II

태극기 휘날리며 Taegukgi (Original Movie Soundtrack)

태극기 휘날리며 에필로그

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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.

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Tamil Warriors of Yesteryear II

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