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Resting Songs of the Silent Tide Here lies a silence older than words. Songs that once drifted on the wind now find their rest beneath the deep blue, illuminated by fractured light. ーーーーーーーーーーーーー 📖 Story The Traveler had reached the Farthest End, where the markings on the map dissolved into white. Here, even the sound of the waves froze the moment it touched the air, washing ashore as scattered jewels. In a corridor of pale ice, a Spirit sang a song in a language unknown to any tongue. It was not a spell, but a lullaby designed to preserve the world like fine glass. With every breath she exhaled, withered flowers and lost moments transformed into radiance that would never melt. The Traveler narrowed their eyes against the dazzling brilliance. This was not death. It was a silence "completed"—a beauty preserved for eternity. There was no cold. Not to freeze the heart, but to crystalize the soul. Only a transparent peace remained, filling the Traveler with light. Invented Language | The Ice Spirit's "Song of the Farthest End" - Where Everything Turns to Gems - Relaxing Fantasy Music The traveler reached the "Farthest End," a valley where even the wind freezes. There, a lone Ice Spirit gently hums a melody. It is not a song of freezing cold, but a magical poem that transforms all sadness and pain into glittering gems. For deep focus, reading, or drifting into a peaceful sleep. This music features ethereal vocals sung in an invented language. The scene where her breath turns into blue crystals and fills the sky invites you to a world of pure fantasy. The cold here does not hurt. It only preserves beauty eternally. Please listen to the quiet miracle at the end of the world.