T R I B E S - Deep Ambient Meditation Music - Epic Atmosphere For Relaxation & Focus

Hello, my friends... Today, I’m thrilled to introduce T R I B E S—a 2-hour journey through deep, ethereal tones and mesmerising percussive elements, woven together in an epic, rhythmic dance. This soundscape is a rich tapestry of haunting melodies and stunning textures, creating a deeply immersive atmosphere that draws you into its captivating embrace. Perfect for focus, meditation, or simply letting your mind wander, this composition moves through waves of energy and calm, offering a unique blend of serenity and intensity.

Whether you're seeking a backdrop for creativity, a meditative escape, or just a soothing environment to relax, T R I B E S is designed to carry you on an epic journey inward. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and I hope this soundscape resonates with you ~ ⌾rlando ♡ ∞

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© Please note: This music is composed by myself (Orlando Orsen) and is protected by copyright law. Unauthorized usage is strictly prohibited and will be detected using content identification.

[profjbamberg]

Ouvindo essa música... Montado nu'a mula e seguindo o caminho, Sertão a dentro, embaixo de chuvas e na maior calma...
Ô, coisa boa 🎉

[ascendinguniversalbutterfly]

Ooooh!! My friend what a magnificent musical composition, loving the color palette, and the right texture to the narrative, so well written as always!!! 💎😊😍👏👏🥁💚

[RogerNick-gnoe]

on repeat mode... one of the best track ever produced by you... I'm speechless about how to describe this track.. just listen and feel the vibe... ❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉

[etherealodysseymusic]

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~ ⌾rlando ♡ ∞

[sanniegustave]

I love it so much, one of the best in this kind, wonderful job, keep on going proposing charismatic ambiance like these, with tribes from different environments !

[trianabstracta]

Estoy hipnotizada con esta música, me fascina, muchas gracias.

[ГалияМосжанова-ео]

Божественно красиво ❤️❤️❤️Я восхищаюсь и это очень по душе ❤️❤️❤️благодарю ❤️❤️❤️

[jasonstallworth]

Really love this track and will revisit it again soon!

[gregoryscott.]

The destination is not as important as the journey. Thanks so much for creating such a wonderous journey. The movement is terrific. 😊

[triskelionchi]

One of my favorites you've done so far. This invokes an energy of deep memory.

[EternalStillnessMusic]

oooh love this slightly more rhythmic sound! perfect for my morning warm up routine 💗

[ascendinguniversalbutterfly]

The resolute, determined and courageous Mei-Lin, ascended as a Butterfly into the heart of the land,

Red drenched land, the relentless suffering of both Tribes,

In her mind no hesitation had space, young and simmering with compassion, made the ultimate sacrifice,

Burning rage, blackened bruises, now for the pages of history books,

Eternal tranquility and peace, a soothing and whispering voice,

She watches as the beloved land heals, shedding years no more.

[trnobles]

oooh love this slightly more rhythmic sound! perfect for my morning warm up routine

[TheLadc]

Love the colors used in this one, another great piece Orlando. Have a great week.

[etherealodysseymusic]

Story Time:

The Red Mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks cutting through the sky like the fangs of a sleeping dragon. For centuries, they had stood as a boundary between two warring tribes, a deep conflict carved into the land by ancient forces. The Yuhan and the Xi—locked in an endless cycle of strife, neither willing to yield, neither willing to find peace. The land had borne witness to their struggles, and the spirits of the region, stirred by unrest, had turned their backs on both sides.

Mei Lin had watched her people, the Yuhan, endure hardship for too long. Her village lay in ruin, families torn apart, with echoes of sorrow reverberating through the valley. The Xi continued their relentless assault, pressing deeper into Yuhan territory. And the gods—her own gods—remained silent, indifferent to the plight of their followers, as if they, too, had grown weary of the unending conflict.

One night, as the red mist rolled in from the mountains, Mei Lin made a decision. She would go where no Yuhan had ever dared to go. She would cross into the land of the Xi, into the Red Mountains themselves—the sacred and forbidden place where their gods, the ancient and powerful Red Spirits, were said to dwell. The elders warned her it was folly. The Xi gods were ruthless, full of ancient fury. To approach them would mean great danger, or worse. But Mei Lin had no other choice. Her people were suffering, and if the gods of the Yuhan would not intervene, she would plead with the gods of her enemies.

The journey was perilous. As Mei Lin climbed higher into the mountains, the air thickened with a deep, crimson mist that clung to her skin like damp cloth. The rocks beneath her feet bled with streaks of red, and the vegetation—twisted, gnarled, and blackened—seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Even the birds avoided this place, leaving only the sound of her footsteps and the distant, hollow wail of the wind.

She knew the stories, the legends of the Xi gods. How they had once walked the earth as rulers of fire and stone, until the Great Spirit had taken their physical forms and bound them to the Red Mountains for all eternity. Their greatest god, Ka-Shan, was said to be the fiercest of them all. His statue stood deep within the mountains, a monument to his eternal power. It was to Ka-Shan that Mei Lin would speak.

As she reached the heart of the mountains, the mist became so thick it was difficult to see, but Mei Lin pressed on. Soon, through the red haze, she saw it—the head of Ka-Shan. The statue was colossal, carved from the very rock of the mountain, its features sharp and fierce, with eyes that seemed to burn with a deep, smoldering intensity. The mouth, set in a grim, eternal scowl, faced the horizon as if watching for enemies who had long since faded away.

Mei Lin approached the statue, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no offering, no sacrifice, only the desperation of her people and the fire of her will. She knelt before the towering stone figure, her hands trembling as she pressed them into the cold, damp earth.

"Ka-Shan, god of the Red Tribe, " she began, her voice barely a whisper against the wind. "I come not as an enemy, but as a daughter of the earth. My people suffer, as do yours. I seek not to beg, but to ask—will you hear me?"

For a long moment, there was only silence. The mist swirled, and the air seemed to grow colder, as if the mountain itself were holding its breath. Then, without warning, a fierce wind erupted from the statue, swirling around her like a tempest. Mei Lin gasped as her hair whipped wildly in the air, her gown flapping violently against her body. It felt as though the mountain were testing her, pushing against her spirit, trying to see if she would break. But she held firm, her eyes locked on the statue, her heart resolute.

The wind stilled. The air became heavy, thick with ancient power. And then, in the depths of her mind, a voice—deep, resonant, and as old as the earth itself—spoke.

"You dare stand before Ka-Shan?"

Mei Lin's heart seized. The voice echoed inside her, not with anger, but with curiosity, as though this god, this ancient being, had not been spoken to in centuries. She swallowed her fear.

"I dare, because I must, " she replied. "The conflict has lasted too long. The earth cries out, your people cry out. I am no warrior, no priestess. I am but a woman who seeks peace. Will you deny me?"

The wind howled again, but this time it was warm, almost comforting, as if Ka-Shan himself were considering her words. For what felt like an eternity, the mountain was silent. Then, slowly, the red mist began to thin, revealing the full glory of the statue, bathed in the light of the setting sun. The stone face, once so fierce and unyielding, seemed to soften ever so slightly.

"You are brave, " the voice rumbled. "Braver than those who have come before you. But peace is not easily won. It requires sacrifice."

"I will sacrifice whatever is needed, " Mei Lin said, her voice steady, her resolve unbroken.

The god was silent for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. "If peace you seek, then peace I shall give. But you, Mei Lin, must become the bridge between our worlds. The spirit of the mountain shall not go quietly, nor shall my people. You will not return to your village. You will transcend. Become one with this land, and in doing so, bring harmony to those who walk upon it."

Mei Lin’s breath caught in her throat. She had known there would be a price, but this? To give up her life, her very soul, to become something more? She glanced back at the path she had traveled, at the world she had known. Then she looked back at the towering face of Ka-Shan, at the warmth that now radiated from his stone gaze.

"I accept, " she whispered.

A sudden warmth enveloped her, a golden light that seemed to pour from the heavens. The red mist parted completely, revealing the sky in a brilliant display of color. Mei Lin felt herself lift, weightless, her body dissolving into the very air around her. She felt no fear, no sorrow—only peace. As she ascended, the voice of Ka-Shan echoed in her mind one last time.

"You will be the voice of this land, Mei Lin. And through you, the world shall know peace."

From that day forward, the Red Mountains were quiet. The tensions between the Yuhan and the Xi faded, and in the years that followed, the tale of the brave woman who had ventured into the heart of the mountains became legend. They said that Mei Lin had become one with the gods, that her spirit now resided within the stones themselves, watching over both tribes. And in the heart of the mountains, where Ka-Shan's statue still stood, a new monument appeared—an ethereal, serene stone head, its features those of a woman, its eyes watching the world with a quiet, eternal peace.

Folklore said that those pure of heart, those who sought peace above all else, could still hear her voice, guiding them, just as she had guided her people toward harmony. But Mei Lin herself was never seen again.

[arikschoessow]

Thank you! Love the rhythm on this one. Definitely a little different for you but its really cool.
I think experimenting with adding even more subtle rhythms and then fading them in and out in future tacks would be super cool!

[FocusSoundscapesMusic]

Beautiful new age jam. It's giving Oneohtrix Point Never. Great job

[Delphinus]

Sending best wishes from rainy Switzerland! Thank you for your work, it helps. ^_^

[Adilkhan-Rph]

wow! Totally diff touch enjoying with earpods!...best vibe as always

[Delphinus]

..oh, and nice to see a real woman in your art work!!