In the heart of the enchanted forest, beneath the shade of a towering oak, Lyra lay fast asleep. Her golden hair, braided delicately, gleamed in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leafy canopy above. The forest was alive with the quiet hum of life—birds chirping in the distance, leaves rustling gently in the breeze, and the occasional trickle of water from a nearby brook. But to Lyra, it was the perfect lullaby, guiding her into a peaceful slumber.
She wasn’t just any ordinary traveler; Lyra was one of the forest’s guardians, an elven maiden with an innate connection to nature. Whenever she rested against the ancient trees, the forest breathed with her, in sync with her gentle, steady heartbeat. The plants seemed to grow closer, their leaves reaching out as if to embrace her, while tiny creatures of the forest approached cautiously, sensing her serenity.
As she slept, Lyra dreamed of the ancient days when the forest was a place of great magic and wonder, where fae creatures danced freely and the trees whispered secrets of old. In her dream, she walked through glowing meadows, her hand brushing against the soft petals of enchanted flowers that lit up with her touch. She could hear the whispers of the spirits who watched over the woods, their voices full of warmth and guidance.
Suddenly, a soft rustling nearby stirred her from her dream. Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, her senses immediately attuned to the forest around her. A small deer stood not far from where she rested, its gentle eyes meeting hers for a moment before it darted off deeper into the trees. Lyra smiled to herself, comforted by the knowledge that the forest remained at peace.
♪ The Soul of Wind
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The Soul of Wind
She wasn’t just any ordinary traveler; Lyra was one of the forest’s guardians, an elven maiden with an innate connection to nature. Whenever she rested against the ancient trees, the forest breathed with her, in sync with her gentle, steady heartbeat. The plants seemed to grow closer, their leaves reaching out as if to embrace her, while tiny creatures of the forest approached cautiously, sensing her serenity.
As she slept, Lyra dreamed of the ancient days when the forest was a place of great magic and wonder, where fae creatures danced freely and the trees whispered secrets of old. In her dream, she walked through glowing meadows, her hand brushing against the soft petals of enchanted flowers that lit up with her touch. She could hear the whispers of the spirits who watched over the woods, their voices full of warmth and guidance.
Suddenly, a soft rustling nearby stirred her from her dream. Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, her senses immediately attuned to the forest around her. A small deer stood not far from where she rested, its gentle eyes meeting hers for a moment before it darted off deeper into the trees. Lyra smiled to herself, comforted by the knowledge that the forest remained at peace.
♪ The Soul of Wind
https://spoti.fi/47QXjI2
https://apple.co/3EfDkVW
#relax #fantasy #sleepmusic
The Soul of Wind
- Category
- Music Celtic Music Category C
- Tags
- medieval music, celtic music, Relaxing Fantasy Ambience
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