Celestial Aeons - Where music and myth converge
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Celestial Aeons - Where music and myth converge
Celestial Aeons is a podcast from the people behind Celestial Aeon Project, a fantasy music project reaching over a million of monthly listeners and hundreds of millions of streams and Ouranio Recordings, one of the fastest growing indie labels of the past decade. In Celestial Aeons we combine the...
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The Weight Between Stars - A Jedi’s Reflection (an ode to the Star Wars)
The Weight Between Stars
A Jedi’s Reflection
I. The Force is not mine. It moves through me, like wind through...
The Weight of the Spark - A Reflection by Optimus Prime, an ode to Transformers
The Weight of the Spark
A Reflection by Optimus Prime
I. They look to me as if I do not bend. As if the metal...
New Home
New Home
I. The door was already open. I stepped in because the wind said nothing else would.
No greeting. No...
I Think, Therefore I Wait - A Ghost in the Shell
I Think, Therefore I Wait
A Ghost in the Shell
I. They call it a ghost. But it’s just silence wearing skin.
The Love Between Moments - A Reflection by Aerith Gainsborough, an ode to Final Fantasy VII
The Love Between Moments
A Reflection by Aerith Gainsborough
I. You looked at me like someone remembering a dr...
The Grace That Broke Us - A Telling from the Ashes, an ode to the Elden Ring and the Tarnished
The Grace That Broke Us
A Telling from the Ashes
I. They said it was golden. Bright. Holy. The Erdtree rose li...
We Are Small, and We Go On - A Final Reflection by Commander Shepard, and ode to Mass Effect
We Are Small, and We Go On
A Final Reflection by Commander Shepard
I. I used to believe in orders. Lines. Miss...
What Is Left to Hold - A Reflection by Geralt of Rivia, and ode to The Witcher
What Is Left to Hold
A Reflection by Geralt of Rivia
I. I have held many things. Blades. Contracts. The dying...
The World I Made of Light - A Minecraft Lament
The World I Made of Light
A Minecraft Lament
I. I built a house on a hill made of nothing. No stone. No time....
Exile (an ode to Icewind Dale)
I. The cold does not lie. It does not pretend to welcome. It does not smile with poison on its breath.
It simply is— indifferent, vast, and hone...
To The Silent One / The Weight I Wore (an ode to Zelda and Link)
To the Silent One
A Reflection by Zelda
I. You never spoke. Or if you did, the wind took your words before the...
A Stone Without A Song - A Lament to Erebor, The Lonely Mountain
Stone Without Song
A Lament for Erebor
I.
It was not the gold we mourned.
It was the halls.
The sound of our names
...
The Absolute (an ode to Baldur's Gate 3)
I. We were not chosen. We were taken. By a hand that did not ask and a voice that never quite left.
It lives behind the eyes now— not sleeping,...
Bhaalspawn (an ode to Baldur's Gate 2)
I. I watched him sleep once— before the fire, before the betrayals. He did not dream. Or if he did, he dreamed in silence, too deep for mercy, too old...
Valhalla Calling (an ode to Assassin's Creed)
I.
I knew him.
Not as the ravens knew,
from far above,
but near—
by his shadow,
by the blood he washed from his ha...
Dragonborn (an ode to Elder Scrolls Skyrim)
I. The wind names me, though I did not ask. It carves my title into stone, into sky, into songs sung by men who do not understand what it means to bea...
Oblivion (an ode to Elder Scrolls)
I. I have seen the sky torn open. Not with thunder, but with will. As if reality itself were a wound and Dagon's blade the truth beneath the skin.
The Avatar of Virtues (an ode to Ultima series)
I. They did not crown me. They called me. And I came— not in thunder, but in silence. Not to rule, but to answer.
Through moongate veils I passe...
Clair Obscur
I.
Il y a des jours où la lumière saigne.
Elle ne brille pas.
Elle lutte.
Dans les ruines suspendues,
où le ciel se plie...
What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?
Planescape Torment tribute:
I have worn ten thousand faces, and not one bore my name. Each death a fading echo, each birth a borrowed shame.
Morning Light
There is a kind of light that does not announce itself— a hush before gold, a breath held by the sky.
You wake, and it is there. Not in triumph,...
We Are Only Temporary
It begins without sound. No herald. No rhythm.
Only the falling— slow, indifferent, like thoughts we once had but forgot to finish.
Snow,...
Light Years
I. The stars do not speak. They burn. And that is enough.
Each one— a wound in the dark spilling ancient light. Light that left before your name...
Another World
I. They say there is another world, just to the side of this one. Not above, nor beneath, but beside— as close as breath, as far as forgetting.
...
Princess of the Woodland Realm
I.
In twilight grew the forest throne,
Where birches whispered dreams alone,
And soft beneath the silver bough,
A crownless ma...
Grace
I. She once was light, and laughed like rain Upon the hills of Elenwain— Where sun fell soft on golden wheat, And joy rose simple, clean, and sweet. S...