Origin: The Shattered Isles, Circa 783 AE
Genre: Melancholic Atmospherics, Xylosian Resonance
Description: A song said to have been sung by the last Sky-Weavers of Xylos, a civilization that dissolved into iridescent dust following a celestial alignment. The melody is composed entirely of harmonic distortions – a feeling more than a sequence of notes. It’s rumored to induce visions of fractured realities.
“...and the light tasted of regret.”
Origin: The Silent City of Veridia, 412 BE
Genre: Geometric Ballads, Chronometric Distortion
Description: A complex rhythm that attempts to map the passage of time itself. Legend states that the composer, Silas Chronos, was obsessed with capturing the ‘echo’ of moments before they vanished. The song’s structure shifts subtly, always moving forward, yet never arriving at a definitive destination.
“Time is a river of broken promises.”
Origin: The Floating Gardens of Aethelgard, 1299 RE
Genre: Aerodynamic Harmonics, Sylvian Polyphony
Description: A performance of interwoven melodies created by manipulating air currents using specifically tuned instruments. The song isn’t recorded; it’s experienced through the shifting patterns of wind and the subtle vibrations of the surrounding environment. It’s said to influence the growth of the floating gardens.
“Let the roots remember the sky.”
Origin: The Iron Wastes, 857 DE
Genre: Industrial Drone, Mechanical Resonance
Description: A repetitive, grinding sequence of tones produced by ancient, deactivated automatons. It’s thought to be the last vestiges of a civilization that prioritized mechanical perfection above all else. The song is intensely unsettling, evoking a sense of profound decay.
“Silence is the only true answer.”
Origin: The Crystal Caves of Lumina, 312 CE
Genre: Ethereal Harmonics, Crystallographic Resonance
Description: A song sung by the light itself, manipulated through a series of refracting crystals. It’s a shimmering, iridescent cascade of sound, said to hold the memories of the planet’s creation. It's incredibly difficult to perceive, often only experienced as a feeling of immense beauty and melancholy.
“The heart remembers the void.”