Story Time: The path to Varrak Nor was not marked on any map. It existed only in the memories of the old and the whispers of those who claimed to have seen the summit in a dream. High above the clouds, beyond where the air thinned and the sky turned a pale, endless grey, stood The Sentinel - a colossal stone face, carved into the very bones of the mountain. No one knew who had sculpted him. Some said he had always been there, long before the first travelers set foot on the frozen cliffs, before even the rivers below had carved their way through the valleys. He was known by many names - The Watcher of the Hollow Sky, The Keeper of Winds, Father of the Heights - but the monks of the lower temples called him Suhvann, the Silent One. Legends spoke of his purpose. The mountain winds carried stories of seekers who had made the ascent, their hearts burdened with questions. Those who reached the summit and stood before him did not return the same. Some claimed the stone face whispered to them in a language older than words. Others said he showed them visions - not of the future, but of the truth hidden beneath the noise of their own minds. But not all who sought Suhvann were granted answers. Only those who truly listened, it was said, could hear his voice. Today, a traveler had come. A lone figure, cloaked in red, stood at the edge of the precipice. The ascent had taken days - perhaps weeks. Time became something unimportant in places like this. The winds had tested them, the cold had gnawed at their resolve, but still, they had climbed. And now, before them, Suhvann loomed, half-buried in mist, his stone features as serene as they were eternal. The traveler did not speak. Words were meaningless here. Instead, they closed their eyes. The wind softened. The mountain exhaled. And then, in the vast quiet of the summit, something shifted. A thought - not their own - unfolded gently in their mind. Not a voice, not a command. A simple understanding. A memory, perhaps. Or something deeper. The traveler opened their eyes. The world felt… different. The mountain, the wind, the sky - none of it had changed. But within, something had. A burden they hadn’t realised they were carrying had lifted. The weight of expectation, of fear, of searching. It was no longer needed. The Sentinel had given them nothing but clarity. And that was enough. As the traveler turned to descend, the mist curled once more around Suhvann’s face. He remained as he always had, watching, waiting - not as a guardian, nor a god, but as a reminder. For those who sought answers, the mountain would always be there. But only those ready to hear would understand.
@@etherealodysseymusic I love both, I always have them playing on repeat in the background! But I noticed there aren't as many 4-hour ones so wanted to ask ;)
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Story Time:
The path to Varrak Nor was not marked on any map. It existed only in the memories of the old and the whispers of those who claimed to have seen the summit in a dream. High above the clouds, beyond where the air thinned and the sky turned a pale, endless grey, stood The Sentinel - a colossal stone face, carved into the very bones of the mountain.
No one knew who had sculpted him. Some said he had always been there, long before the first travelers set foot on the frozen cliffs, before even the rivers below had carved their way through the valleys. He was known by many names - The Watcher of the Hollow Sky, The Keeper of Winds, Father of the Heights - but the monks of the lower temples called him Suhvann, the Silent One.
Legends spoke of his purpose. The mountain winds carried stories of seekers who had made the ascent, their hearts burdened with questions. Those who reached the summit and stood before him did not return the same. Some claimed the stone face whispered to them in a language older than words. Others said he showed them visions - not of the future, but of the truth hidden beneath the noise of their own minds.
But not all who sought Suhvann were granted answers. Only those who truly listened, it was said, could hear his voice.
Today, a traveler had come.
A lone figure, cloaked in red, stood at the edge of the precipice. The ascent had taken days - perhaps weeks. Time became something unimportant in places like this. The winds had tested them, the cold had gnawed at their resolve, but still, they had climbed. And now, before them, Suhvann loomed, half-buried in mist, his stone features as serene as they were eternal.
The traveler did not speak. Words were meaningless here. Instead, they closed their eyes.
The wind softened. The mountain exhaled.
And then, in the vast quiet of the summit, something shifted. A thought - not their own - unfolded gently in their mind. Not a voice, not a command. A simple understanding.
A memory, perhaps. Or something deeper.
The traveler opened their eyes.
The world felt… different. The mountain, the wind, the sky - none of it had changed. But within, something had. A burden they hadn’t realised they were carrying had lifted. The weight of expectation, of fear, of searching. It was no longer needed.
The Sentinel had given them nothing but clarity.
And that was enough.
As the traveler turned to descend, the mist curled once more around Suhvann’s face. He remained as he always had, watching, waiting - not as a guardian, nor a god, but as a reminder.
For those who sought answers, the mountain would always be there.
But only those ready to hear would understand.
Awww so good ! ❤
The theme of this creation is release. Sounds and feels so good . . . All those worldly distractions melt away . . . 🙏😊🙏
Thank you Gregory, so glad I can help : - ) hope you have a beautiful day
so relaxing amazing orlando
Thank you my friend : - )
Amazing, love you channel! My favorite for relaxing/concentrating
Thank you my friend - I’m lucky to have you in the community : - )
Really a chill addition 😌 👌 ☺️ my friend Orlando
Thank you my friend. Enjoy your chill-session today : - )
Wundervolle Stimmung 🩵👍
Danke : - )
Great atmosphere with this one! I'd love to see more 4-hour-long videos, too; I really like the longer format ones!
Than you my friend! I’ll definitely explore that. Does 4 hours feel more appealing that 8 hours in your opinion?
@@etherealodysseymusic I love both, I always have them playing on repeat in the background! But I noticed there aren't as many 4-hour ones so wanted to ask ;)
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Supernatural!! Amazing!!
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Thanks for the Deep Dive Sleeping … 😴😴😴
: - )
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