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It learned your voice - Fiddlesticks | Ambient Horror Series

They used to tell stories about the thing in the fields. Not to scare children — but to teach them when to stay silent. "It Learned Your Voice" is an ambient horror piece inspired by Fiddlesticks, told like an old warning passed from one generation to the next. Listen carefully. And if something calls out to you — don’t answer. 🎨 Background Art Download https://drive.google.com/file/d/1txgl... 🔥Daily Music Uploads 🔔 Subscribe for more Stay updated with new releases, playlists, and series drops. 💬 Who should get the next champion-themed song? Drop ideas in the comments! Disclaimer: This is an unofficial, fan-made music project. Original music inspired by League of Legends characters. Not affiliated with or endorsed by Riot Games. The Old Story Come closer, dear. No — closer than that. Stories like this don’t travel far on their own. They say it walks the empty fields When crops forget to grow. A crooked thing of sticks and wire From a time you shouldn’t know. It doesn’t chase, it doesn’t cry, It never calls your name. It waits where fear learns how to breathe And listens just the same. You think you’d hear it coming. You think you’d hear a sound. But silence learns your footsteps Long before you turn around. It learned your voice By listening When you thought no one was near. It learned your voice From broken prayers And every quiet fear. It wore the shape of someone lost — A neighbor, friend, or child. Spoke with words you almost trust In a tone too soft, too mild. You follow what feels familiar. That’s how the old ones died. Not screaming, not resisting — Just stepping off the path aside. They begged the dark to leave them be. The dark never replied. It only kept their last few words And wore them when it lied. It learned your voice By listening When you thought no one was near. It learned your voice From broken prayers And every quiet fear. If you hear someone calling And the night feels wrong… That isn’t help. That’s memory. It learned your voice So you would stay When leaving felt unkind. It learned your voice So fear could speak In words you’d never doubt. That’s why we don’t answer calls at night. That’s why we don’t follow familiar voices into the dark. Now go. And if you hear me again after this… Don’t come back.