Of the Earth

ambient trance, neoclassical electronica, glossolalia

STUDIO

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#EchoesOfTheEarth event is open till August 31, 2026.

You are invited to plunge into the uncharted depths of experimental and meditative harmony. We seek soundscapes from the very pulse of Earth, the gentle murmurs of nature, ancient tribal echoes, the languid swell of chill surf, and every serene genre that coaxes the listener into a sublime, hypnotic reverie. Craft a portal of sound to transport the mind and cradle the soul. We wish to feel blissfully weightless, untethered from worry, elevated, and deeply at peace.

The Form: Instrumental or lyrical (we kindly ask that verses remain pure and free of explicit words).
The Scale: From a fleeting musical whisper to an expansive sonic odyssey — any length is welcome. 
Use Hashtag: ⁠#EchoesOfTheEarth
Deadline for the first Session: August 31, 2026

Playlist link: https://suno.com/playlist/29030159-e592-496c-b224-1fac9153ea3d

For additional details, visit AxiVision Discord server:
https://discord.com/channels/1371335785097199688/1532938500893179965
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[Intro: glossolalia]

Where does the rain go
after the rain?
Into the root,
Into the grain.

Where does the river go
As it's winding its way?
Through the reed beds,
out to the bay.

Where does it go?
Oh where does it go?
Ask the rain, ask the river.
I don't know.

[Interlude: glossolalia]

Where does the wind go
After it rustles a leaf?
Over the cliff
Past the hill
And farther still

Where does the tide go
when it leaves the lagoon?
Out with the current,
under the moon.

Where does it go?
Oh where does it go?
Ask the wind, ask the sea.
I don't know.

[Interlude: glossolalia]

Where does the silence go
When morning begins?
Into the birdsong,
And flapping of their wings.

Where does the blossom go
After the petals drift free?
Into the sweetness,
That ripens on trees.

[Interlude: glossolalia]

Where does the time go
When life ceases to be?
Into remembrance
Or eternity?

[Interlude: glossolalia]

Where does it go?
Where does it go?

I don't know.
(I don't know)
(I don't know)
(I don't know)

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