For he or she who is able to understand the miracle of life, to fight to the end for something he truly believes in.. Peace

Warrior of Light

Warrior Of Light

Arcane is a track created by Sakhal Music Studio in 2007 as part of the compilation Music of the Arcane. The style was originally defined as Mystery/Gothic.

This music track is protected by Copyright © / 2011 / David D. / Sakhal Music Studio / Sakhalia Net [ Project ] / All Rights Reserved.

Arcane

[ ARCANE ] Mystery Ambient Music by Sakhal Music Studio

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Title track from our title track from our debut album out now!

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Lyrics - 

Too broke, too broke

Wallet’s empty, tank on E
But who needs cash when we’re wild and free
Skip the rent, burn the mail
Turn this night into a fairy tale

We don’t need your validation
We’re the broke-ass generation

I’m too broke for money, but I’m rich in friends
Living off pizza crusts and weekend plans
Laugh at the bills we’ll never pay
Who cares anyway

Too broke but still alive
Rowdy as hell, we’ll survive

Too Broke For Money

Original song by Stefano Pierini - © 2025  
The song is structured into scenes without a plot. Each scene evokes memories of the past or déjà vu. The wavy flow, the pauses and the bass in harmony help to immerse yourself in an imaginary scene

Already lived story

Kingslayer

Mathematical Music 9b

Watch the full story here :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvjsmfZLfRw&t=259s
Read the full story here: https://buymeacoffee.com/shantibay/arnav-journey

After meeting Krishna, Arnav continued on his path, his heart light and his steps confident. The bracelet Krishna had given him shimmered on his wrist in bright colors, reminding him that joy was always within — if only one paid attention to the present moment.


The path gradually led the boy higher and higher into the mountains, where the air grew cool and clear, and the green jungles gave way to majestic peaks, their summits lost in the clouds. Here the world felt different — solemn, silent, and profound.

At last, Arnav reached the foot of a tall mountain shrouded in thick mist. The mountain looked mysterious and grand, as though guarding something of great importance. Its summit vanished into the clouds, and the very air seemed filled with a deep sense of calm and mystery.

The boy began climbing slowly. The higher he ascended, the quieter everything became, and the more clearly he felt the ancient power of this place. After some time, he reached a small plateau near the mountaintop, where absolute stillness reigned.

There, among scattered stones and small flames burning steadily in a circle, sat a figure in deep meditation. It was Shiva — the great god, master of transformation, destroyer of illusions, and protector of those seeking true understanding. His skin was covered in sacred ash, his hair bound in a high topknot, and on his forehead shone the third eye — closed, yet seeming to see through the darkness of ages.

With reverence and awe, Arnav quietly approached and stopped, not daring to break the silence.

“Welcome, Arnav,” came Shiva’s deep, calm voice. His eyes opened slowly, their gaze piercing straight into the boy’s heart, as if reading every thought and feeling within him.

“I have come far,” Arnav said softly, “and I have learned the wisdom of Ganesha, the sensitivity of Saraswati, the courage of Hanuman, and the joy of Krishna. Yet I still do not understand the most important thing: who am I truly, and why do I walk this path?”

Shiva gazed at him with a gentle smile and made a beckoning gesture:

“Come closer and sit with me.”

Arnav obeyed and sat before Shiva, feeling the warmth of the surrounding flames.

“Do you see this fire?” Shiva asked, gesturing to the ring of burning flames.

“Yes, I see it,” the boy replied.

“These flames represent what you believe to be important — your fears and hopes, your memories and expectations. All that you think about yourself is but illusion, ashes that disappear when the winds of life blow strong enough.”

Shiva took a small amount of sacred ash from the fire and slowly scattered it before him.

“Tell me, Arnav — who are you now?”

“I…” the boy began, but then fell silent, unsure. Words came to his mind — “son,” “student,” “traveler” — but none of them seemed sufficient now. He suddenly realized that these words were merely labels, unable to capture who he truly was inside.

Shiva smiled once more and spoke gently:

“You are silent because you sense the truth: you are not your name, not your actions, not your thoughts. You are something greater — and at the same time, something simpler. You are the eternal spark of life itself, the very force that moves the universe. Everything else is but temporary masks and illusions.”

Shiva touched the boy’s forehead and carefully drew three lines of sacred ash upon it.

“This ash is a reminder that all things are transient and ever-changing. Do not cling to your illusions. Let them go — and you will gain the freedom to see the world as it truly is. In this lies your true strength and your real purpose.”




Shiva — “The Ashes of Illusion

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