Lunarium by Hannah N. Richter
The observatory sits long-abandoned, or so the townsfolk would have you believe. Despite their insistence to the contrary, every moonrise a pale light floods the crusted window panes, years of filth obscuring the activity within. Flickers of orange weave an unsettling trail of warmth amidst the blue glow as candles are lit, but by whom the villagers know not. Whispers and rumors abound, but none can agree on an answer, except that such nightly ritual is sacred. For the moon offers much to the wilds below, though such abundance is not without cost.
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Ambient soundscapes are an assembly of my own recordings and music, licensed sounds, and additional sound effects from www.zapsplat.com
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Headphones are recommended for the most immersive experience.
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A storyteller to the core, Hannah tells tales in whatever way she can, from soundscapes and ambience to writing to visual arts.