Story
The Siren of the Rhine... A love story with echoes of legend
In the misty folds of the Upper Rhine, where the waters turn emerald and the echoes of the Alps whisper ancient secrets, lived a creature who belonged neither to the world of men nor to that of spirits. They called her Loretta, the Siren of the Rhine, though her true name had been lost in the currents of time.

They say she was born from the tears of a star that fell into Lake Constance, and that her song could halt the course of ships or make willows bloom in the dead of winter. Her hair was like silver seaweed, and her eyes, two submerged moons.

Every night, when the clock of the Stein am Rhein abbey struck midnight, Loretta emerged from among the rocks of Lorelei, that promontory the fishermen avoided, and sang. Not out of vanity, but out of love. For centuries before, a young Swiss minstrel, Alaric, had heard her voice and promised to return. But he never did. Generations passed. The Rhine changed course, castles crumbled, and men forgot. All except her.

Until one day, a young violinist named Matteo, from Basel, came to the river seeking inspiration. He had heard rumors of an impossible melody, a harmony that could only be grasped by listening with an open heart and bare feet on the damp stone.

Matteo played his violin by the water. And Loretta, for the first time in centuries, did not sing. She listened.

Night after night, he returned. And she, invisible, wove a second voice with her song, a voice that intertwined with the violin. Thus was born a music that was not of this world... neither human nor magical, but both.

But the love between a mortal and a creature of the river cannot last without sacrifice.
On the last moon of autumn, Loretta revealed herself. Matteo did not flee. He offered her his violin, carved from wood from the Aargau forest, and asked only one thing... that she remember him.

She accepted. And with a kiss that tasted of dew and salt, she enveloped him in a wave of light. Matteo disappeared, but his music remained.

Since then, on certain foggy nights, the fishermen of the Rhine claim to hear a violin and a voice searching for each other, finding one another, and merging into a sweet lament. They say it is Loretta, still singing. Not to attract, but to remember.

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Story
The Keeper of Time of Lauterbrunnen
En el valle de Lauterbrunnen, donde las cascadas caen como hilos de plata desde acantilados imposibles, vivía un joven pastor llamado Elias. Su vida transcurría entre el pastoreo de cabras, la contemplación de los glaciares, y los cuentos que su abuela le narraba sobre los relojes mágicos de los antiguos relojeros de Berna.
Una noche de luna llena, mientras buscaba una cabra extraviada cerca del lago Trümmelbach, Elias encontró un reloj de bolsillo enterrado en la nieve. No era un reloj común: su esfera mostraba constelaciones en movimiento, y en lugar de manecillas, tenía dos agujas de cristal que giraban al ritmo de su respiración.
Al girar la corona del reloj, el tiempo se detenía. Las gotas de agua suspendidas en el aire, el viento congelado en su rugido, y hasta el eco de los cencerros quedaban atrapados en un instante eterno. Elias descubrió que podía avanzar o retroceder el tiempo en breves momentos, pero cada uso del reloj despertaba algo en el lago: una figura espectral, vestida con ropas de pastor antiguo, emergía entre la bruma.
Este fantasma, llamado Albrecht, había sido el primer guardián del reloj, condenado a vagar por los glaciares por haber abusado de su poder. Le advirtió a Elias: “El tiempo no es un juguete, sino un río que no debe ser represado.”
Elias, tentado por la posibilidad de salvar a su madre enferma, decidió usar el reloj una última vez. Retrocedió tres días, encontró una planta medicinal que solo florecía en la noche de luna llena, y logró curarla. Pero al hacerlo, el reloj se quebró, y Albrecht desapareció en paz, liberado por el acto desinteresado.
Desde entonces, los pastores de Lauterbrunnen cuentan que, en noches de luna llena, si escuchas el eco de un cencerro sin cabra, es el espíritu de Albrecht, velando por quienes respetan el fluir del tiempo.

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[Verse 1 – Lead voice]
High atop the sacred mountain,
where the wind whispers to the ice, Liora sings her ancient anthem, and the earth begins to rise.

[Chorus – Choir]
Descend, descend, O flower of snow!
The mountain is breathing, the life must go.
With horns and fire, with dances of grace, we honor the cycle, the sacred embrace.

[Verse 2 – Lead voice]
Winter waits behind the curtain,
with his cloak of frost and fear,
but Liora’s voice, so bright and certain, makes the warmth of life appear.

[Chorus – Choir]
Descend, descend, O flower of snow!
The mountain is breathing, the life must go.
With horns and fire, with dances of grace, we honor the cycle, the sacred embrace.

[Bridge – Voice and echoing choir]
Bells are ringing, roots are singing, the soul of the valley
awakens, ascending.

[Final verse – Lead voice]
And if you listen near the ridges,
as the sun begins to fall, you may hear among the ledges
Liora’s vow to heed the call.

[Final chorus – Full choir]
Descend, descend, O flower of snow!
The mountain is breathing, the life must go.
With horns and fire, with dances of grace, we honor the cycle, the sacred embrace.

Story
The Dance of the Edelweiss... An Alpine legend about the cycle of life and communion with the earth.

In the high valleys of Switzerland, where glaciers whisper ancient secrets and cowbells mark the rhythm of time, an ancestral festival is celebrated every autumn: the descent from the pastures, known in the local dialect as Alpabfahrt. But few remember its mythical origin, passed down by the elders on nights of the full moon.

Legend tells that centuries ago, when the gods still walked among men, a shepherdess named Liora, daughter of the wind and moss, lived high on Mount Pilatus. Every spring, she led her flock to the celestial meadows, where the flowers spoke and the rivers sang. There, among the edelweiss and shooting stars, the animals grew stronger, and the earth was renewed.

But the balance was fragile. The winter god, Nivor, jealous of the verdant landscape, cast a curse: if the shepherds did not descend before the first snowfall, the mountain would be sealed forever. Liora, heeding the warning of the wise ravens, organized a ceremony to honor the cycle of life. She wove flower crowns, lit ritual fires, and descended with her flock to the sound of alpine horns and songs that mimicked the earth's sigh.

Since then, every year, the villagers repeat the ritual. The cows descend adorned with flowers and mirrors, the children dance wearing masks of forest spirits, and the elders recount Liora's story. It is believed that, if you listen closely, the echo of her song still resonates among the crags.

The festival is not just an agricultural celebration: it is a pact with the mountain, a dance between humans and nature, a promise of respect and renewal.

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The Dance of the Edelweis

The Dance of the Edelweis

[Verse 1 – Lead voice]
High atop the sacred mountain,
where the wind whispers to the ice, Liora sings her ancient anthem, and the earth begins to rise.

[Chorus – Choir]
Descend, descend, O flower of snow!
The mountain is breathing, the life must go.
With horns and fire, with dances of grace, we honor the cycle, the sacred embrace.

[Verse 2 – Lead voice]
Winter waits behind the curtain,
with his cloak of frost and fear,
but Liora’s voice, so bright and certain, makes the warmth of life appear.

[Chorus – Choir]
Descend, descend, O flower of snow!
The mountain is breathing, the life must go.
With horns and fire, with dances of grace, we honor the cycle, the sacred embrace.

[Bridge – Voice and echoing choir]
Bells are ringing, roots are singing, the soul of the valley
awakens, ascending.

[Final verse – Lead voice]
And if you listen near the ridges,
as the sun begins to fall, you may hear among the ledges
Liora’s vow to heed the call.

[Final chorus – Full choir]
Descend, descend, O flower of snow!
The mountain is breathing, the life must go.
With horns and fire, with dances of grace, we honor the cycle, the sacred embrace.

Story
The Dance of the Edelweiss... An Alpine legend about the cycle of life and communion with the earth.

In the high valleys of Switzerland, where glaciers whisper ancient secrets and cowbells mark the rhythm of time, an ancestral festival is celebrated every autumn: the descent from the pastures, known in the local dialect as Alpabfahrt. But few remember its mythical origin, passed down by the elders on nights of the full moon.

Legend tells that centuries ago, when the gods still walked among men, a shepherdess named Liora, daughter of the wind and moss, lived high on Mount Pilatus. Every spring, she led her flock to the celestial meadows, where the flowers spoke and the rivers sang. There, among the edelweiss and shooting stars, the animals grew stronger, and the earth was renewed.

But the balance was fragile. The winter god, Nivor, jealous of the verdant landscape, cast a curse: if the shepherds did not descend before the first snowfall, the mountain would be sealed forever. Liora, heeding the warning of the wise ravens, organized a ceremony to honor the cycle of life. She wove flower crowns, lit ritual fires, and descended with her flock to the sound of alpine horns and songs that mimicked the earth's sigh.

Since then, every year, the villagers repeat the ritual. The cows descend adorned with flowers and mirrors, the children dance wearing masks of forest spirits, and the elders recount Liora's story. It is believed that, if you listen closely, the echo of her song still resonates among the crags.

The festival is not just an agricultural celebration: it is a pact with the mountain, a dance between humans and nature, a promise of respect and renewal.

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The Dance of the Edelweis II

Story
The Dance of the Edelweiss... An Alpine legend about the cycle of life and communion with the earth.

In the high valleys of Switzerland, where glaciers whisper ancient secrets and cowbells mark the rhythm of time, an ancestral festival is celebrated every autumn: the descent from the pastures, known in the local dialect as Alpabfahrt. But few remember its mythical origin, passed down by the elders on nights of the full moon.

Legend tells that centuries ago, when the gods still walked among men, a shepherdess named Liora, daughter of the wind and moss, lived high on Mount Pilatus. Every spring, she led her flock to the celestial meadows, where the flowers spoke and the rivers sang. There, among the edelweiss and shooting stars, the animals grew stronger, and the earth was renewed.

But the balance was fragile. The winter god, Nivor, jealous of the verdant landscape, cast a curse: if the shepherds did not descend before the first snowfall, the mountain would be sealed forever. Liora, heeding the warning of the wise ravens, organized a ceremony to honor the cycle of life. She wove flower crowns, lit ritual fires, and descended with her flock to the sound of alpine horns and songs that mimicked the earth's sigh.

Since then, every year, the villagers repeat the ritual. The cows descend adorned with flowers and mirrors, the children dance wearing masks of forest spirits, and the elders recount Liora's story. It is believed that, if you listen closely, the echo of her song still resonates among the crags.

The festival is not just an agricultural celebration: it is a pact with the mountain, a dance between humans and nature, a promise of respect and renewal.

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The Dance of the Edelweis III

Between myths, stories and galaxies... welcome to my Sonic Universe.

There are songs that aren't just heard... they are remembered like a dream or felt like a ritual.
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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