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Floating Among Ethereal Clouds of an Oblivion Galaxy – Immersive Ambient (1H) | PLANET: AKKARA

Ethereal Space Ambient designed for Sleep, Focus & Meditation. Ideal for deep relaxation, creative flow, or peaceful night drifting. Welcome to AKKARA Surrender to a one-hour ethereal drift through the ruins of a long-forgotten galactic civilization. Floating Among Ethereal Clouds of an Oblivion Galaxy – This immersive ambient mix combines soft pulsating drones, shimmering celestial pads, and delicate layered textures to mirror the surreal beauty of ancient megastructures rising from alien sands. Bioluminescent plants glow faintly at their bases as vast nebulae swirl overhead in hues of violet and crimson, while a distant star pierces the cosmic haze — a scene of quiet majesty where nature slowly reclaims the works of an extinct empire. Seamless loop designed for deep relaxation, meditation, creative inspiration, focused work, or gentle sleep preparation. Allow yourself to float weightlessly through this dreamlike realm, where past and infinite future dissolve into pure serenity. Headphones recommended for the richest spatial experience. 🎧 Original composition by Forgotten Universes All rights reserved © 2026 #ambientmusic #backgroundmusic #relaxingmusic #soundscape #meditation #peacefulmusic #soothingmusic #softmusic #studymusic #focusmusic #ambient #spacemusic #sleepmusic #SpaceAmbient #RelaxationMusic #DroneAmbient #DeepRelaxation #MeditationMusic #AmbientJourney #StudyMusic #ForgottenUniverses Story of AKKARA : Akkara – The Empire That Forgot Sleep Akkara never knew night. Not because of endless suns, but because it refused darkness. Its towers pierce the sky to replace the stars. Each spire holds a captive sun at its peak—tiny, perfect, chained by flawless fields. No light is wasted. No shadow is permitted. For twenty-seven generations, Akkarians have not slept. Their language lost the verb “to sleep.” The old word n’khera now means only madness: “to let the mind abandon the world.” The planet is one unbroken city: towers stacked on towers, bridges spanning thousands of kilometers, gardens of glowing flowers that never knew dusk. Markets, songs, duels, births, executions—everything continues without pause. But the price is steep. Shadows are forbidden. Any place where light dims—even for a second—is cursed. People enter with torches. Some return paler. Some never return. The oldest stories speak of the Ancient Dreamers— those who refused the Great Illumination centuries ago, who chose to close their eyes. They became something else. Patient. Hungry. Waiting in the rare pockets of shadow. Every few cycles an Akkarian stops in the endless crowd, looks at the bright, open-eyed faces, and whispers: “I want… to turn it off.” They are taken away. Some say they are cured. Others say they become fuel for the towers. Akkara is breathtaking. Akkara is terrifying. Akkara is humanity’s proudest lie: “We no longer need the night.” Yet when the music plays— when the slow, deep bass finally arrives— listen carefully. Beneath the neon waves and pulsing synths there is always one tiny silence that has not yet been killed. The Dreamers are still breathing there. Very softly. Waiting for someone to finally press the switch.