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𝚁𝙰𝚈 & 𝙾𝙸𝙿𝙰𝚉 -𝙰𝙸 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙸 𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙸𝚂

this world is not my home

O ai Samol

Omw Kul Ai Kul

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A full-length orchestral narrative told in twenty movements, blending the architecture of early counterpoint with the tension of a crime drama. Each track unfolds like a chapter in a case file: solemn organ and strings open the investigation, harpsichord patterns tick like forensic clocks, and solo lines for cello, violin, oboe, and continuo sketch the emotional terrain of detectives, witnesses, suspects, and shifting clues.

The middle movements tighten into layered fugues, sharp dances, and atmospheric recitatives as evidence accumulates and motives collide. Elegant misdirections, analytical motifs, and shadowed harmonies push the story deeper into confrontation and revelation.

The final stretch builds toward judgment: a rising passacaglia, triumphant brass, and a canon of interlocking voices. The closing fugue gathers every motif in the album, weaving them into a towering resolution where each theme finds its place in the larger design. A full dramatic arc captured entirely through acoustic instruments, structural clarity, and noir-infused gravitas.

Undercover Sarabande

Future Day

Story
Barbegazi... The Guardian of the Eternal Snows
In the Swiss Alps, where the wind whistles among the peaks and snow covers the secrets of the world, the story is told of an elusive and benevolent creature: the Barbegazi.

Origin and Name
Its name comes from the Swiss French barbe glacée, meaning “frozen beard.” Barbegazi are said to be descendants of ancient mountain spirits, born from the breath of the first avalanches. Their bodies are small and covered in frost-white fur, but what is most striking are their feet: enormous, flat, designed to glide across the snow like living boards.

The Avalanche Surfer
When the mountains tremble and the snow crashes down in white torrents, the Barbegazi appear. They don't flee from disaster: they ride it. With supernatural grace, they surf the avalanches as if they were winter waves, guided by an ancestral instinct. Some mountaineers claim to have seen a tiny figure gliding across the snow just before being miraculously rescued.
Protector of the Lost
The Barbegazi do not seek company, but neither do they allow travelers to become hopelessly lost. When someone is lost in a blizzard, it is said that the Barbegazi hears their cries through the wind. He does not speak, but he leaves giant footprints that lead to hidden shelters, or he sets off small avalanches that reveal safe paths. His presence is a whisper in the blizzard, a white shadow that guides unseen.
Rituals and Beliefs
In some Alpine villages, shepherds still leave small offerings of warm milk near cave entrances, hoping the Barbegazi will accept them as thanks for protecting his people. It is believed that if one hears a high-pitched whistling sound during a snowstorm, there is no need to fear... it is the Barbegazi, marking the way.

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