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There And Back Again

Epic Friends

Sahara

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RAVE

Gunna ft. Lil Yachty - Drip or Drown Armenian remix (TikTok, not pitched, not slowed)

joseleine hernandez - vegas (sped up , i wanna ride i wanna ride)

Liya Krakhmalnikova - Tomorrow is a lie by Lara Fabian

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Enjoy a lot and dance.
This track is 100 % free of AI. Pure inspiration!.

El Exiliado

El Exiliado (The Exiled)

There and Back Again: Part One

The journey began at dawn, the father and daughter standing side by side, gazing at the towering mountains ahead. Snow-capped peaks stretched endlessly into the sky, their path winding through rugged trails and shadowed ravines. She clutched a satchel filled with tokens of home, while he adjusted the straps of his pack.

“Are you afraid?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. Are you?”

He chuckled. “A little.”

Days passed in a rhythm of trudging steps and whispered stories. She marveled at soaring eagles and winding rivers below, while he spoke of distant lands—golden temples, ancient forests, markets brimming with spices. At night, they traced constellations, writing their own story in the stars.

Then, one morning, they crested the final ridge. Below them stretched a vast valley, lush and untouched, shimmering with warmth and rich with the scent of an ancient world.

Her father placed a steady hand on her shoulder. “We have arrived.”

“What do you think is waiting for us?” she asked.

He smiled. “Only what we are brave enough to find.”

They took their first steps downward. Their journey had only just begun.

There and Back Again: Part Two

The valley stretched before them, shrouded in mist, the towering cliffs behind them now silent sentinels. Gnarled trees loomed on either side, their twisted branches reaching like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with whispers, rustling through the tangled undergrowth.

The girl clutched her father’s hand. “It feels... wrong.”

He squeezed gently. “Stay close. Fear is loud, but we don’t have to listen.”

Shapes stirred in the darkness, glowing eyes flickering between the trees. Strange calls echoed through the valley. The girl pressed against him. “Are they watching us?”

“Perhaps. But watching isn’t attacking.”

The path narrowed, tangled with vines and roots. A low growl rumbled nearby. She froze.

“You are brave,” he whispered, draping his cloak around her. “Fear does not own you.”

Something scurried past. She stifled a gasp. “What if we don’t make it?”

His smile was small but warm. “We will. Together.”

They pressed on, deeper into the valley, where the darkness breathed and the unknown lay waiting.

There and Back Again: Part Three

The trail twisted through the valley, the shadows thinning as they pressed forward. Then, as they rounded a bend, the mist began to lift. The girl gasped, gripping her father’s arm.

Before them, rising beyond the clouds, stood a city of light. Spires of crystal and gold pierced the heavens, towers shimmering as if woven from the sun itself. The air was filled with music—mighty chords echoing through the valley, a choir of voices vast and powerful, swelling like a tide.

The girl’s breath hitched. “It’s beautiful…”

Her father stood silent, awestruck. The mist curled away, revealing bridges arched over flowing rivers, terraces brimming with strange and vibrant flora. Domes of silver and glass reflected the sky, and banners in unknown symbols fluttered in the wind.

“Where are we?” she asked, eyes wide.

“A place beyond dreams,” he murmured. “And we are its guests.”

They stepped forward, the weight of their journey fading as the music carried them toward the unknown.

Written by me & ChatGPT

There and back again Part 1-3

There and Back Again

Chapter 1-3 (https://shorturl.at/Kv6K1)
Chapter 4
Mist still clung to the earth as the father and daughter descended from the ridge, the gleaming city now behind a veil of soft cloud. This valley was unlike the haunted one they had crossed—no growls, no flickering eyes. Here, silence reigned, not with menace, but with mystery.

A sound floated through the mist. It was delicate and searching—its voice rising and falling like wind over dunes. The girl paused. “What is that?”“An old sound. It means someone is here.”
They followed the music deeper into the valley. The path was overgrown but not wild. Vines embraced ancient stone walls etched with symbols. Towering sculptures stood half-buried in earth and time—guardians of something long forgotten.
Soft rhythms joined the mysterious melody, barely more than a pulse beneath their feet. It was as though the valley itself breathed, alive with memory.They walked on in reverent silence.
Still wrapped in the valley’s quiet awe, they moved forward, the melody guiding them toward whatever lay ahead.
Chapter 5
The first tremor came through the ground—a low thrum that rolled through the soles of their feet like the heartbeat of the earth. Then came another, stronger. The girl stopped mid-step. “Do you feel that?”
Before the father could answer, the sky filled with sound: thunderous drums, layered and immense, beating in rhythm like giants marching across the heavens. The air itself pulsed with it. They climbed a low rise of stone and brush, and then they saw it.An army.
It marched in perfect formation, stretching like a living river across the open plain below. Rows upon rows of armored warriors moved with synchronized grace. Their weapons shimmered gold in the diffused light—long spears, curved blades, massive shields engraved with symbols that echoed those carved in the valley walls.
The drums continued, unrelenting and vast, their beat not one of chaos, but of discipline and intention. The girl’s eyes widened, not with fear but awe. “They’re protecting the city.”
“Yes,” her father said, his voice hushed. “This is no army of conquest. This is a wall of living honor.”
He watched the formation, noting the way each soldier held themselves—upright, steady, eyes forward. There was strength here, but not reckless strength. It was the strength of guardianship, of quiet, deliberate power.The girl leaned into him. “They don’t look like they want to fight.”“They don’t,” he replied. “But they will, if they must.”
The wind shifted, carrying the scent of the city once more—spiced air, warm stone, something older still. And through the towering sound of the drums, a single, higher note sang faintly in the distance, threading the thunder like a voice in a storm.
Together, the father and daughter watched the golden army pass, silent witnesses to a force both fearsome and noble, standing between the world and something sacred.
Chapter 6
The drums faded into distance. The golden army vanished into mist. And in their place came a wind—warm, gentle, and full of memory. It swept through the valley like breath from the earth itself, curling around the father and daughter.
As the melody grew bigger, the wind swirled upward, lifting her feet from the earth. Her eyes closed, arms outstretched, as the warm air carried her higher, the notes cradling her like wings. She felt something stir inside her—not fear, not even excitement, but knowing. The journey had shaped her. She had seen mystery, wonder, danger, awe. And through it all, she had learned to trust her feet, her breath, her heart.
The wind grew brighter, lighter. The air itself seemed to dissolve, and her eyelids grew heavy. When she opened them, she was home.
Her room was quiet, the morning light soft on the windowsill. Outside, birds called gently. The journey was gone—but not lost. 
She turned her face to the window, eyes filled with wonder . And in the quiet of her heart, a voice spoke and she smiled...

Read the story here!

There and back again Part 1_6

Chapter Four

Mist still clung to the earth as the father and daughter descended from the ridge, the gleaming city now behind a veil of soft cloud. This valley was unlike the haunted one they had crossed—no growls, no flickering eyes. Here, silence reigned, not with menace, but with mystery.

A sound floated through the mist. It was delicate and searching—its voice rising and falling like wind over dunes. The girl paused. “What is that?”

“An old sound. It means someone is here.”

They followed the music deeper into the valley. The path was overgrown but not wild. Vines embraced ancient stone walls etched with symbols. Towering sculptures stood half-buried in earth and time—guardians of something long forgotten.

Soft rhythms joined the mysterious melody, barely more than a pulse beneath their feet. It was as though the valley itself breathed, alive with memory.

The girl reached out, brushing her fingers across a mural carved into the side of a sloped stone. It depicted travelers like themselves, standing before a radiant figure with arms outstretched. Her eyes widened. “Do you think… they came here too?”

Her father nodded slowly. “Long ago, perhaps. Or maybe this place remembers everyone who passes through.”

They walked on in reverent silence.

Still wrapped in the valley’s quiet awe, they moved forward, the melody guiding them toward whatever lay ahead.

Chapter Five

The first tremor came through the ground—a low thrum that rolled through the soles of their feet like the heartbeat of the earth. Then came another, stronger. The girl stopped mid-step. “Do you feel that?”

Before the father could answer, the sky filled with sound: thunderous drums, layered and immense, beating in rhythm like giants marching across the heavens. The air itself pulsed with it. They climbed a low rise of stone and brush, and then they saw it.

An army.

It marched in perfect formation, stretching like a living river across the open plain below. Rows upon rows of armored warriors moved with synchronized grace. Their weapons shimmered gold in the diffused light—long spears, curved blades, massive shields engraved with symbols that echoed those carved in the valley walls.

Banners fluttered in the rising wind, each marked with a sigil neither of them had seen before but which seemed ancient and absolute. At the head of the force rode figures mounted on towering beasts, their armor impossibly ornate—gilded and dark, reflecting both sun and shadow.

The drums continued, unrelenting and vast, their beat not one of chaos, but of discipline and intention. The girl’s eyes widened, not with fear but awe. “They’re protecting the city.”

“Yes,” her father said, his voice hushed. “This is no army of conquest. This is a wall of living honor.”

He watched the formation, noting the way each soldier held themselves—upright, steady, eyes forward. There was strength here, but not reckless strength. It was the strength of guardianship, of quiet, deliberate power.

The girl leaned into him. “They don’t look like they want to fight.”

“They don’t,” he replied. “But they will, if they must.”

The wind shifted, carrying the scent of the city once more—spiced air, warm stone, something older still. And through the towering sound of the drums, a single, higher note sang faintly in the distance, threading the thunder like a voice in a storm.

Together, the father and daughter watched the golden army pass, silent witnesses to a force both fearsome and noble, standing between the world and something sacred.



There and back again Part 4_5

Chapter Six

The drums faded into distance. The golden army vanished into mist. And in their place came a wind—warm, gentle, and full of memory. It swept through the valley like breath from the earth itself, curling around the father and daughter.

They didn’t speak. There was no need. The wind carried them forward, though their steps were light and unforced. A melody rose in the air—soft, distant, a heavenly piano that shimmered like sunlight through water, each note lifting the heart as if touched by light itself.

The daughter walked slightly ahead now, no longer clutching her father’s hand. Her stride had changed—longer, more sure. She glanced back once, offering a quiet smile, then faced forward again. The path was dissolving into golden haze, the landscape softening like the final moments of a dream.

As the melody grew bigger, the wind swirled upward, lifting her feet from the earth. Her eyes closed, arms outstretched, as the warm air carried her higher, the notes cradling her like wings. She felt something stir inside her—not fear, not even excitement, but knowing. A calm truth. The journey had shaped her. She had seen mystery, wonder, danger, awe. And through it all, she had learned to trust her feet, her breath, her heart.

The wind grew brighter, lighter. The air itself seemed to dissolve, and her eyelids grew heavy.

When she opened them, she was home.

Her room was quiet, the morning light soft on the windowsill. Outside, birds called gently. The journey was gone—but not lost. It lived within her now: in the dust on her satchel, the curve of her spine, the rhythm in her breath.

She turned her face to the window, eyes filled with the kind of wonder that only comes after seeing what most never do. And in the quiet of her heart, a voice spoke—not in words, but in certainty:

You will go again.

And she smiled.peaceful

Story by me & ChatGPT
Image made in Midjourney

There and back again Part 6

Flowers.

Written in January 2024.

Published in July 2025.


During the first few months of last year, I was ill with my recurring kidney stone problems.

Fortunately, that passed.

I left some of the compositions I started unfinished, and some sketches were barely started.

This is one of them.

My mother lives in a typical Andalusian house in Seville.

One of the characteristics of these houses is that they usually have a courtyard where there are all kinds of flowering and non-flowering plants.

Obviously, they need to be cared for, watered, fertilized, etc.
My mother loves doing it, and in spring she reaps the rewards of her labor.

I always give my flower icons to the women I follow (I hope I'm not annoying them by doing that), so I thought it was interesting to draw inspiration from all of that to put this together.

17 Tracks native instruments MS2 & Old Xewton forum.
3 XPad 
2 iMini Arturia
1 iProphet Arturia
2 korg IM
1 Ob-xd 
1 flowtones 


Mix: my hear 
Software. Music Studio 2
Hardware.ipad

Cover. A part of the courtyard of my mother's house

Thank you for your comments

Next…. Crossroad

Flowers

This is a collaboration with the very talented Epic Dreamery (Bruce). We completed this last year and posted it on Epic Dreamery's SC page, but I wanted to share it to own page too. It is a song I wish to share, and I hope you like it as much as I do!

Check out more from Bruce here: https://soundcloud.com/epicdreamery


I GOT MOXIE, BABY
Lyrics by Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production by Epic Dreamery 

 
I grew up in the projects, was just mom and me
Had three dead bolts on the door , but never much to eat

The world taught me too early, that life isn’t always fair
But I never stopped believing, I could build castles in the air
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

From cruel broken sidewalks, On the wrong side of town
I conquered attitudes and fears, that were holding me down

The day I turned eighteen, I kissed my mom goodbye
She knew I had to dream, And I knew I had to try
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie . . . baby . . .
For me there is no maybe

Well I Bought a one-way fare
On the poor man's limousine
On my way into the city, where muse’s dare to dream
I know it won’t be easy . . . but I’m ready and prepared
-SOLO- 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that roll right through me
Like an ocean rolls the tide, my moment will arrive
. . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

I Got Moxie, Baby

Amidst the global cacophony, my friend mannu's https://soundcloud.com/the-mannu/the-stratagem-in-daylight really cut through. It was a great privilege to collaborate with him on this. Discover his remarkable compositions here: https://soundcloud.com/the-mannu  

break free

(horror of the now)
what / has got / into us?
it's got me / it's got you
we've all got each other / by the throat

is there no way / is there no way / out  / of  / this  /abyss
this stupid, senseless / darkness?
______________________________

(rambling mumbles - not far off)
. . . well it seems . . . we've run out of road . . . climbing and falling . . .
and all those things that we'll never know . . . now they're gone . . . through 
. . . done for, done for, done for . . . no more leaves to fall . . . 'n you can't count all the signs saying . . . never again, never again
______________________________

(life on Mars?)
I don't know this sun / I loved / to feel / the wind
Ohoh ohh / lifelines fed into the meme-stream
as the / cold / light / screams
______________________________

(realising)
in my heart the headlines / all things were far / but in my / head / I . .

______________________________

(find the path)
Ooowoowoow oowoowoow ooowoowoow aaaaaawwwwwoooo
break free, break free / forget about / you and me / break free, break free, break free, break free! aaah!!!

break free

Lara Fabian - Je T'aime Encore

Kingdom of Heaven soundtrack by Harry Gregson-Williams

Kingdom Of Heaven Soundtrack By Harry Gregson - Williams

لو تخيلت الصليب..ترانيم اسبوع الالام

O Fortuna

Ft. Diana Behnam
Original Song: The Prayer
from Sogno, Andrea Bocelli ft. Celine Dion (1999)
Words: Carol Bayer Sager
Music: David Foster
Translation: Samir Samy
Music Arrangement: Rafeek Gamal
Voices Arrangement: Steven Simon
Strings: Ahmed Atef, Amir Akhnoukh, Emad Azmy, Jean Abadir and Yasser Ghonaim
Solo Violin: Lydia Farahat
Drums: Baher Ramez
Choir: Cairo Celebration Choir
Recording, Mixage and Digital Master: Andrew Dawood and Shery Shokry
(Salvation Link Studios Egypt)

1. صَلاتي تكون عينيك .. شايفانا فين ما نكون
وتكون حِكمِتنا بيك .. لَمَّا تزيد الظُّنون
رُدِّنا مِن جِديد .. لَمَّا نتوه بِعيد
إدِّينا الإيمان .. قُدنا لِلأمان
دي صَلاتنا يا حَنَّان

2. صَلاتي تكون النُّور .. لَمَّا نجوم اللِّيل تِغيب
وان يوم القوَّة تخور .. عارفين إنَّك قَريب
خَلِّي الفَجر يدوم .. رَغم العَتمَة والغُيوم
إدِّينا الإيمان .. قُدنا لِلأمان
دي صَلاتنا يا حَنَّان

ق. رَبِّي عالَمنا مَليان شَرّ وقَساوَة
وقُلوب مَكسورَة مِحتاجَة بيك تِتدَّاوى
إنتَ أبونا إنتَ رَجا أولادَك
لَمسِتَك شِفانا .. لَمسِتَك حَياة

3. احفَظنا في رِضاك .. بارِكنا مِن عُلاك
مُنانا نشوف سَماك .. ثَبِّت حُبَّك فينا
اسمَع الصَّلاة .. واستَجيب يا الله
إدِّينا الإيمان .. قُدنا لِلأمان
دي صَلاتنا يا حَنَّان

Aswat Band - Salaty | فريق أصوات - صلاتي

Come, my brethren! Take courage and stand beneath our banner! The darkness closes in, and we are the only true defenders of the Light! March to victory and arise triumphant!

Check out: www.darkdaysarecoming.com
The Templar Alliance: http://www.darkdemonscrygaia.com/showthread.php?t=7917

Song: Preliator by Globus


March of the Templars

☮ ~ Amber Alert ~ before we turn into a fossil ~ ☮

You are invited to submit YOUR own Planet Earth and Humanity dedicated music for the community playlist. All genres/styles, new or existing music. Send me a link to @samprock for inclusion by 2018/11/28. Playlist will be published on Silent Zen @silent-zen.

Our first Planet Earth collection by fabtastic SoundCloud fam artists:
https://soundcloud.com/silent-zen/sets/climate-change

I played this Amber track on my iPhone X. 100% Korg Gadget app, 128 BPM .... thinking of the subject and remembering how cool the vibe we all did with the collection. Cheers! 

Find Sam Prock at: 
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

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Released by Sam Prock and Silent Zen, 2018

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~

Crystal Ripples

☮  Amber (Community Playlist Collab Invite ~ Please Read) ☮

ترنيمه اطلــع الأب مــن السمـــاء - كــورال قــلــب داود

Muhteşem Yüzyıl, Vol. 2 (Orijinal Dizi Müzikleri)

Ardından (Following)

Juste Pour Une Nuit

In addition to SC - tracks available on 
Spotify: http://bit.ly/3sGsCG8
iTunes: https://apple.co/2RAe9DU
Apple Music: https://apple.co/40TPePO
Youtube Music: https://bit.ly/40Uky0W
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Composing using PC, Cubase Pro, Reason and various orchestral libraries among others. Focused mainly on orchestral, atmospheric, cinematic soundtrack style.

For licensing queries and commision work contact Sturle on Sturlestrausscomposer@gmail.com

There and back again Part 6

Sturle Strauss Lisaeth-Composer