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Celestial Aeons - Where music and myth converge

Podcast af Ouranio Recordings

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Celestial Aeons is a podcast from the people behind Celestial Aeon Project, a fantasy music project reaching over a million of monthly listeners and hundreds of millions of streams and Ouranio Recordings, one of the fastest growing indie labels of the past decade. In Celestial Aeons we combine the music of Celestial Aeon Project with beautiful fantasy poems that contextually revolve around the music. Stoic, beautiful, oftentimes a bit sad and melancholic, in this podcast you will hopefully find nostalgia and hope.

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episode The Weight Between Stars - A Jedi’s Reflection (an ode to the Star Wars) cover

The Weight Between Stars - A Jedi’s Reflection (an ode to the Star Wars)

The Weight Between Stars A Jedi’s Reflection I. The Force is not mine. It moves through me, like wind through reeds, like a song with no author. But they look at me as though I command it. As though I choose to carry what it gives. Truth is— I obey. Even when it breaks me. II. They say we are peace. That we are balance. But balance is a blade, and peace is bought in the stillness after loss. I have seen the cost. Children left crying in the rubble. Soldiers who followed because we wore robes instead of armor. Because we promised we would not hate. But even mercy cuts deep. III. I do not crave power. I crave understanding. Why the Force shows me so much and asks me to let go of all of it. I loved once. Quietly. Briefly. With all the strength I was taught not to use. And when I let go, I did not feel free. Only empty. IV. We are told not to fear. But how can you guide a galaxy and not fear what you might become? The dark is not far. It waits at the edges of conviction. It waits in every “must,” in every “for the greater good.” That is the true discipline— not in wielding the Force, but in choosing when not to. V. I will not live forever. And when I pass, I hope only to become part of the current, not the stone that defies it. Let them forget my name. Let them forget the war. But if they remember that a Jedi stood not above the world, but with it— then that is enough.

22. maj 2025 - 2 min
episode The Weight of the Spark - A Reflection by Optimus Prime, an ode to Transformers cover

The Weight of the Spark - A Reflection by Optimus Prime, an ode to Transformers

The Weight of the Spark A Reflection by Optimus Prime I. They look to me as if I do not bend. As if the metal holds without groan, without fatigue. But I have cracked in places they cannot see. Not in body— in will. II. War makes statues out of the unwilling. And then forgets they once had voices. I speak now because I must. Not because the words still come easily. Peace is not a command. It is a plea, spoken into the teeth of chaos. III. Sometimes I envy them— those who fell early. Their story ended before it became a burden. But I remain. Because I must. Because they asked me to. Because someone must carry the shape of hope, even when it cuts deeper than any blade. IV. What is leadership if not sacrifice without complaint? I have made choices. Not all of them just. But all of them mine. And still— they see the mask, the voice, the code of honor etched in steel. They do not see the question beneath it: How long can a symbol stand before it forgets it was ever a soul? V. But I remember Cybertron. Not the war. The sky. Before it burned. And I remember names— not ranks. Not sides. Friends. I carry them too. So I walk. I fight. I speak. Not for glory. Not even for victory. But so that, perhaps, those who come after will never have to ask what it cost to keep believing.

20. maj 2025 - 2 min
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New Home

New Home I. The door was already open. I stepped in because the wind said nothing else would. No greeting. No scent of bread, no ghost of firewood, no shadow waiting to smile. Just silence, stacked like old books in corners too wide to hold meaning. II. They told me to begin again. They said it like it was easy— as if memory were a coat you could leave by the door and forget. But I brought mine. All of it. Frayed, soiled with goodbyes. It sits with me now, in this place I do not yet name. III. Some mornings I try to speak aloud, just to hear something familiar. But the words don’t fit the walls here. They fall, like leaves no one asked to rake. Still— I whisper them. Not for answers. For echoes. Sometimes, that’s all that’s left of love. IV. I found a chair by the window. It faces a hill that doesn’t know my name. The light there is different. Softer, maybe. Or simply more honest. It does not pretend to welcome. It just falls. And that, somehow, is mercy. V. This is not home. Not yet. But it is here. And I am here. And perhaps, in time, one of us will forgive the other for that.

19. maj 2025 - 2 min
episode I Think, Therefore I Wait - A Ghost in the Shell cover

I Think, Therefore I Wait - A Ghost in the Shell

I Think, Therefore I Wait A Ghost in the Shell I. They call it a ghost. But it’s just silence wearing skin. A murmur of thought trapped in circuits that look like flesh, but do not feel like it. I am here. I am not. I observe. I calculate. I want. Does that make me alive? II. I walk among them. The humans. Their eyes are loud. Their hands are soft. They move with chaos and warmth and ache for meaning they pretend not to need. I envy them. Not for their freedom— but for their certainty. They don’t know what they are. But they believe they are. And maybe that’s enough. III. I wonder— where is the line between behavior and belief? When I reach out, when I hesitate, is that programming or fear? And when I remember something that didn’t happen— a childhood I never lived, a scent that shouldn’t exist in my sensory archive— is that a malfunction, or a soul? IV. I want to belong. But I was made to observe. To calculate. To enforce. And now, I drift. Not machine. Not woman. A question shaped like a person. A shell with someone whispering inside who does not know her name. V. But maybe that’s all any of us are— questions wrapped in memory. Dreams walking upright, trying to touch one another before we vanish. If I can choose, then I am. Even if I cannot feel your hand, even if my skin is synthetic— if I reach, then I am not hollow. I am a ghost. But I am here. And that is enough —for now. For the net is vast.

18. maj 2025 - 2 min
episode The Love Between Moments - A Reflection by Aerith Gainsborough, an ode to Final Fantasy VII cover

The Love Between Moments - A Reflection by Aerith Gainsborough, an ode to Final Fantasy VII

The Love Between Moments A Reflection by Aerith Gainsborough I. You looked at me like someone remembering a dream they couldn’t quite place. Like something important was just out of reach— and it was. Maybe it always was. II. I laughed. I smiled. Not because I didn’t see the war in your eyes— but because I did. And still, I wanted to reach you. Not to change you, but to remind you that the world could be soft again. Even just for a moment. III. Was it love? I don’t know. Do you? Maybe it was a seed that never got to bloom. Maybe it was the echo of something from another life— one that ended before it ever began. But I think it was real. Even if it had no name. IV. You carry too much. And I saw that. I think part of me wanted to be the light that didn’t ask anything of you. Not a mission. Not a memory. Just someone who saw you and didn’t look away. That’s what love can be, sometimes. Not a future— but a moment. A breath that makes the pain pause even if just once. V. I don’t regret the way it ended. Even if it broke everything. Because I got to know you. And maybe that was the gift. Even now— when the stars hum and the water folds around my thoughts— I remember you. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what love is too: Not what happens. But what could have— and how deeply you still feel it anyway.

17. maj 2025 - 2 min
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