They gathered at dusk, their shapes half-lost in the drifting fog, forming a ragged ring around the ancient monolith. The stone was older than any of them, carved with symbols even the most devoted cultists pretended to understand. Red torches hissed in the cold air, their glow shuddering like trapped hearts.

The Circle began its chant. The ground vibrated first, then the trees, and then something deeper, something that didn’t quite belong to the world. The monolith responded with a low hum, a sound that felt like a memory trying to claw its way back into existence.

No leader spoke. No figure emerged from the dark. The ritual didn’t need a master. It remembered itself.

The light dimmed. The chanting swelled. For a heartbeat, the earth loosened beneath them, sinking as though something vast shifted in the deep.

Silence followed, sharp and waiting.

The Void Remembers. 

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Covenant Part 4 - Dark, Villagers Chant  Ambient [Sleep/Study/Relaxation]

The Droning Void is a descent into the depths of sound and silence — devoted to dark ambient and deep drone soundscapes that conjure the forgotten, the unseen, and the unknowable.

Each composition is crafted to guide you through emotive abysses, shadowed ruins, and ritual sound chambers — a sonic invocation for those drawn to the obscure and the arcane.

Immerse yourself in sonic rituals.

The Void Remembers.

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Covenant Part 4 - Dark, Villagers Chant Ambient [Sleep/Study/Relaxation]

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