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ECHO OF EUROPE - Act 1. Ancestors’ Camp

ECHO OF EUROPE Act 1. Ancestors’ Camp 0:00 – Dawn over the forest 1:12 – Shelter warmth 4:22 – Children’s quarrel 5:21 – Reunion with the elders 7:22 – Lovers’ pairs 8:58 – Further north In those times, when the last great ice had not yet fully released the land, and the tundra, like a living grey sea, was slowly retreating northward, southern Europe kept its secret. In sheltered valleys, where warm sea winds mingled with the cold breath of departing glaciers, misty forests spread out. Their canopies closed so tightly that a sunbeam could barely reach the moss and ferns below. These forests breathe. Their breath is a thick, milky fog that rises from the rivers each morning and fills the hollows, hiding paths, animal tracks, and human camps. The air is heavy with the scent of wet bark, rotting leaves, crushed berries, and the faint smoke of fires that never fully go out. Among hazel thickets, wild pear, rowan, and blackthorn live they — forest people, keepers of the old world, hunters and gatherers. After long months of wandering across boundless spaces, from sunlit clearings to gloomy gorges, they return. They have gathered at one of the winter camps, a place marked by the memory of generations. The river flows unhurriedly, its waters the color of aged amber, and in the fog it looks like a living serpent guarding a secret. On its bank, among willows and alders, stand shelters — frames of young ash and hazel, covered with bark and hides. Here, at the bend of the river, live the elders. There are few of them: eyes the color of winter sky, hands carved with scars and veins like the roots of an ancient oak. They do not leave when warmth comes. They wait. Their voices, low and quiet, merge with the rustling leaves, and it seems as if the forest itself speaks through them. Young couples remain here for a time. With the first frosts they arrive, carrying baskets on their backs filled with dried blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, wild apples and pears strung on cords of linden bast. They bring cured deer and boar meat, smoked fish caught in the upper reaches, bundles of hides. The young couples carry children sleeping in fur slings, and herbs gathered under the last sun. They reinhabit the camp, as if awakening a sleeping beast. They clear hearths where last year’s ash still lingers, patch roofs, strengthen walls with new poles. In the evenings, when the fog thickens and the cold begins to bite at fingers, they gather by the fire. The flames reflect in their eyes, and in that glow the faces of ancestors emerge — the same cheekbones, the same watchful gazes. The elders tell stories with neither beginning nor end: of the river spirit that sometimes takes the form of a white deer; of the aurochs-woman who taught people how to find honey in hollow trees; of nights when the moon turns red and the forest whispers warnings. ___ 🌍 “Primordial Echo” invites you to immerse yourself in a world of relaxation and philosophy — to rediscover that primordial self through the whispers of the ages. 🔥 Subscribe! Primordial Echo: relaxing prehistoric ambient | silent ancient tribes life | no narration | 4K nature immersion ___ #RelaxNature #NatureRelaxation #ASMRNature #AutumnVibes #NorthernNature #AncientRitual #Prehistoric #NatureSounds #Meditation