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Where Old Gods Sleep

Where Old Gods Sleep

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Forgotten myths of the world, told softly for sleep. Slow, hour-long nights of myths from across the world — Mesopotamian, Celtic, Slavic, Egyptian, Finnish, Polynesian and more, with Norse and Greek woven in — old gods, heroes, and spirits retold gently: grief, wonder, longing, mercy. スピリチュアリティ
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  • 1 Hour of Forgotten Myths to Hear Old Songs | Where Old Gods Sleep
    2026/09/04
    This quiet hour follows the old human longing to be heard: the wish that a word, a name, a chant, or a song might cross the dark and leave something gentle behind. By lamplight, the half-forgotten gods return softly — Ptah speaking the world awake, Amergin singing to Ireland, Uzume calling back the sun, Odin listening for runes among the roots of night. These twelve myths move like one slow night of breath and memory, from clay tablets and river reeds to island chants, oracle dust, ancient stones, and steppe winds. Let the stories settle low, where songs become roads, names become shelters, and the old gods sleep near the edge of hearing.
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    54 分
  • 1 Hour of Forgotten Myths for the Long Sleep | Where Old Gods Sleep
    2026/09/04
    This 1-hour sleep anthology follows the long sleep of gods and heroes: the old human wish to lay burdens down without being forgotten. By lamplight, twelve half-remembered traditions gather around cosmic seas, clay cities, desert stone, mountain caves, and snowbound volcanoes. Vishnu dreams on serpent waters, old Mesopotamian gods set down their baskets, the Sphinx speaks through sand, Aido-Hwedo coils beneath the world, and hidden heroes wait quietly under hills. Each myth moves slowly, softly, and faithfully toward rest.
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    53 分
  • 1 Hour of Forgotten Myths for a Small Fire | Where Old Gods Sleep
    2026/09/04
    In this quiet hour, twelve old stories gather around one human longing: the wish for a small fire in the dark. From sky-houses and mountain shrines, from cedar forests, cold rivers, jaguar hearths, and temple stones, fire is stolen, discovered, carried, bargained for, and finally shared with mortal hands. Long after the old altars cooled, the gods and tricksters of many peoples still wait by the edge of memory. Tonight, by lamplight, we remember them softly, until the stolen ember becomes only warmth, and the night grows gentle around it.
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    54 分
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