Story
The Flame of Echo - The Sound of Life
At the edge of time, when dawn still had no name, an echo was born. It was neither a cry nor a song, but a fracture in the fabric of the soul. It emerged without mother or father, without wind to push it or sea to silence it. It was the invisible pulse that trembled in every leaf, in every skin, in every shadow that dared to exist.
The ancients called it Zilarra, the silver whisper. They said it lived in the heart of trees, in the crevices of the mountains, in the first cry of newborns and in the last breath of the dying. It was not music, but it taught one to fly. It was not a word, but it spoke in all languages.
Zilarra walked with the children who ran without fear, and sat beside the elders who watched the sun set with farewell eyes. It was a drum of hope, a flute of pain, and in its secret melody the history of the world was woven.
One day, a nameless wanderer perhaps you, perhaps I heard it. Not with his ears, but with his soul. In the midst of silence, among ruins of steel and starless skies, he felt the echo break the chrome of the world. He didn't ask for applause. He offered no answers. He just burned.
The wanderer followed his flame, crossing deserts of oblivion and seas of memory. Each step was a verse, each tear a note. And so, without map or destination, he discovered that the echo wasn't something you find, but something you remember.
Because Zilarra doesn't live in places. She lives in moments. In the tremor before the kiss. In the emptiness after the goodbye. In the fire that doesn't burn, but transforms.

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Sonic Universe

The Sound of Life VI

'...this city, our city, my love, our life
    my god I never thought we could get it this right
    this city, our city, my love, our life
    maybe this time is our time to shine bright
    like the afternoon we strolled in the Barcelona sunlight...'

Odyssey

An instrumental representing the lasing of waves on a stormy sea.

The Stormy sea

. (simoyuki Remix)

nord

Ding

海底都市

柴又.没

本物になりたい
良心なんかじゃなく
君の信仰は終わる事はない
真実のふりをした偶像
どうやって君は君自身を
決して何も応える事のない男に預けられるのか
さあ、私を変えてみろよ

私は君の首筋に止まる蝿
君にはコントロールできない
私には私の言葉が、声が、強さが、選択があり
いつだってそれを必要な形に切り刻めるのだ

君の忠告なんて要らない
もう心は決まってるから
君は遠いどこかの昔々のお話を
私に聞かせて退屈させる
もう聞いたよ、そんな話は
もう止めてくれないか
真実のふりをした偶像を
君は崇拝し続ける
嘘に洗脳されているのは君なんじゃないか
そんなに時間を無駄にしたいのかな

私は君の首筋に止まる蝿
君にはコントロールさせない
私には私の言葉が、声が、強さが、選択があり
いつだってそれを好きに切り取れるのだ

Ding

Nikohl

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