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Symphony of the End: The Last Concert of the Universe
In the year 999,999,999,999, when the stars have stopped being born and the last suns flicker like dying candles, a legendary band emerges from the interstellar darkness. They call themselves "Sonic Entropy," and their mission is not to entertain… but to accompany the universe in its final breath.
The Musicians of the End
• Klodii, the vocalist with a human soul, her voice contains fragments of ancient Tibetan chants, flamenco laments, and cosmic choirs recorded in the background radiation of the Big Bang.
• Flat, the guitarist, plays an instrument made with dark matter strings and a time crystal neck. Each note he emits slightly alters the local gravity.
• Naiara, the percussionist, beats antimatter drums suspended in quantum fields. Their rhythm marks the final pulse of the universe.
• Zar, the keyboardist, manipulates gravitational waves to create harmonies that can only be heard by extinct civilizations.
The Stage
The concert takes place on Eris Omega, an orbital station built around the last known white hole. Thousands of extinct species have left holograms of themselves to attend. The audience is made up of memories, echoes, and consciousnesses stored in floating silicon crystals.
The band doesn't play for applause. They play to close the curtain on the cosmos.
The Final Song
The last song is called "Farewell Light." It is a symphony that begins with the sound of the first star being born and ends with the absolute silence of dead space. As the song progresses:
• The galaxies go out like lanterns.
• The planets dissolve into dust of nostalgia.
• ​​Time slows down, as if the universe wants to listen carefully to every note.
The Great Silence
When the last note is played, Klodii looks into the void and says:
"Let music be the echo that awakens the next universe."
Then, Sound Entropy dissolves into particles of light, and the cosmos enters its eternal sleep.
But in a corner of the multiverse, a spark vibrates to the rhythm of that song...
And so begins the first measure of the new universe.

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Sonic Universe III

Symphony of the End

Born beneath the moon so pale, Where wolves fell silent, winds did wail. Marked by Brigid’s sacred flame, A child of mist, without a name.
He walks where shadows dare not tread, Speaks to spirits, wakes the dead. With eyes of green and heart of fire, He guards the veil, he climbs the pyre.
Echo through the Vail, Where the lost ones sail. Caelán stands alone, Flesh turned into stone. He gave his soul to keep the night, From swallowing the morning light.
The Morrígan called with voice so sweet, Promised power, death’s deceit. But he chose pain, he chose the fall, To save the land, he gave it all.
Tattooed runes begin to glow, Time bends where spirits flow. The lance of stars, the ashwood blade, Strikes the curse the king once made.
Echo through the Vail, Where the lost ones sail. Caelán stands alone, Flesh turned into stone. He gave his soul to keep the night, From swallowing the morning light.
Now in whispers, he remains, In fog and fire, in blood and chains. The veil still holds, the dead still sleep, Because one man chose wounds so deep.

Story
Echo Through the Veil
At the farthest reaches of Éire, where forests whisper secrets and cliffs open to the abyss, a child was born beneath the pale moon. He had no name, only a burning mark on his skin: the sacred fire of Brigid, goddess of flame and inspiration. The wolves fell silent that night, and the wind wept as if sensing the newborn's fate.
Caelán grew up in mists, without parents or past. The druids called him the child of the Veil, for he walked between worlds. He saw the dead, spoke with spirits, and his green gaze shone like moss in a storm. His heart, however, burned with a flame that was not of this world.
When the Veil, the boundary between life and death, began to tear, the lost began to navigate it, searching for bodies, searching for light. The king of Éire, corrupted by ambition, had invoked an ancient curse: to open the Veil to conquer eternity. But in doing so, he condemned his people to darkness.
The Morrígan, goddess of war and death, appeared to Caelán in the form of a raven. She offered him power, dominion over the living and the dead. He, however, chose sacrifice. He ascended the stone altar, tattooed himself with runes of ancestral blood, and wielded the Star Spear and the Ash Blade, forged in the crater of a comet.
In the final battle, Caelán faced the cursed king. Time bent, spirits howled, and the Veil trembled. With a single blow, he broke the curse, but his flesh turned to stone, his soul fused with the Veil. Since then, her figure remains on the top of Mount Sléibhte, shrouded in mist, guarding the passage between worlds.

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Sonic Universe

Echo Through the Vail

(Verse 1)
In a land of frost and firelight, Where shadows dance with stars at night, Lived a girl with eyes so wise, Like moonlight woven in disguise.

(Verse 2)
Her beauty bloomed, but more than skin, A strength and grace that burned within. She walked alone through forest deep, Where secrets stir and spirits sleep.

(Chorus)
Vasilisa, brave and true, With a heart that always knew, Even magic bows to grace, She found her light in darkest place.

(Verse 3)
Baba Yagá, the witch of lore, With bones for walls and tales of yore, Set her trials, cruel and wild, But wisdom crowned the gentle child.

(Verse 4)
She spoke with calm, she moved with care, Through riddles, fire, and chilling air. No fear could shake her steady soul, She turned each test into a goal.

(Chorus)
Vasilisa, brave and true, With a heart that always knew, Even magic bows to grace, She found her light in darkest place.

(Bridge)
Not by sword, nor by decree, But by the strength of empathy. She rose, a queen in spirit’s name, A spark that none could ever tame.

(Final Chorus)
Vasilisa, shining bright, Guided by her inner light, Legends whisper through the trees, Of wisdom crowned with quiet peace.

Story
Princess Vasilisa and the Forest of Trials
In a distant kingdom, where winters sang with crystal flakes and forests whispered ancient secrets, lived a young woman named Vasilisa. Her beauty was like the moon reflected in a still lake, but what distinguished her most was her wisdom: she spoke to the birds, understood the language of the grasses, and her heart beat with compassion and courage.
When her mother died, she left her a peculiar gift: a small, silent wooden doll, which she was to keep secret. “Feed it when you are in danger,” her mother told her, “and it will guide you.”
One day, her stepmother, jealous of her light, sent her into the dark forest to ask for fire from the dreaded Baba Yaga, the witch who lived in a hut on chicken legs. The forest was full of trials: trees that spoke in riddles, rivers that demanded promises, and wolves that guarded invisible paths. But Vasilisa, guided by the doll and her own intuition, overcame every obstacle with humility and cunning.
Baba Yaga greeted her with coal-like eyes and a thunderous voice. “If you want fire, you must work,” she growled. She imposed impossible tasks on her: separating grains of sand, weaving with invisible threads, cleaning the haunted house before the rooster crowed. But the doll silently helped, and Vasilisa fulfilled each test without complaint.
Impressed, Baba Yaga gave her the fire: a burning skull that glowed with unearthly light. Vasilisa returned to the hearth, and the flame revealed the hidden shadows of her stepmother, freeing the young woman from her oppression.
In time, Vasilisa became an advisor to the Tsar, and then a queen. Not because of her beauty, but because of her wisdom, kindness, and perseverance. Her story became a legend: that of a woman who, facing darkness, found light within herself.

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Sonic Universe II

Vasilisa's Flame

Symphony of the End II

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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.

🎶 I'm arranging and uploading to the Sonic Universe space all my compositions from the last twenty-five years (2000-2025), +1000 original Soundtracks explore everything "Sonic Universe" & "Symphony"...

Here I don't just share songs... I share visions.

If you've ever been moved by a story that seemed written for you, if you've ever felt like a melody spoke to you from another time or planet... then this space is yours too.

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All music composed and played by Roger Bruderlin on guitars dated from the early 18th century, and on modern luthier guitars, midi guitars and all kind of synths from the Roger and Andrea Early-Musical instruments collection.  Earlymusicalinstruments.com

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