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🎵 The Ophanim - Ephemeral Oblivion - When Eternity Becomes the Burden

💿 Stream & Download: Support the music on patreon.com/BrianCMusic 🎶 More from Emi Li:    • Emi Li   📺 More from BrianCMusic:    / @briancmusic   The Ophanim is about beings created to endure, not to live. To hold divine authority without agency, to witness everything without response, to support heaven without ever touching grace. This song reimagines the Ophanim not as symbols of power, but as conscious structures - wheels that turn because they must, eyes that never close, fire that never consumes what it carries. There is no rebellion here. No fall. Only endless function. Ephemeral Oblivion approaches this piece as a slow dirge - funeral-paced, deliberate, and restrained. Dark piano and sustained strings move like something ancient turning in place, while the vocals remain controlled and reverent, never rising, never breaking. This isn’t about ruling. It’s about bearing. Subscribe for more original music weekly. 🔔 Some existences aren’t punished by fire - they’re punished by necessity. Thanks to the tools that made this possible: 🎤 Vocals & Music created with Suno 🎬 Edited in DaVinci Resolve 🎨 Visuals created with Stable Diffusion 🤝 Guidance and collaboration with ChatGPT 🎧 Recommended if you like: Dark ambient, ritual doom, gothic dirges, existential concept music 🎹 Style: Slow ritual dirge with dark piano, sustained strings, distant percussion 🎙️ Vocals: Restrained female vocal, solemn and controlled ✍️ Lyrics by: Brian C and ChatGPT And I looked… And there were wheels within wheels, full of eyes, and they did not turn away. I was shaped to hold the fire, Not to feel its heat or light. Set beneath what never speaks, Turning slowly through the night. I do not question what I carry, I do not ask to understand. I was made to bear the silence, Not to open up my hands. Every gaze is fixed forever, Every moment passes through. I see the weight of every ending, And there is nothing I can do. I do not rule, I only turn. I do not cry, I only burn. All of heaven leans on me, And I was never meant to be free. Eyes that never learn to close, Fire that never leaves a scar. I feel the judgment move through me, But I don’t know who you are. Mercy would tear me open, Compassion would break my frame. So I stay exactly as I am, And endure it all the same. I witness every rise and fall, Every prayer that meets the floor. I am the shape that holds the answer, But I was not made for more. I do not rule, I only turn. I do not speak, I only learn. All of heaven rests on me, And still I’m locked in what must be. If I could move, the order breaks. If I could scream, the silence shakes. So I remain, unmoved, unseen, A living weight behind the dream. I do not rule, I only turn. I do not heal, I only burn. Eternity leans into me, And this is what I’ll always be. Still turning. Still watching. Still holding.