SMOL

  • Id:

    64613bf507bae366c9bd8d2b210a09fa49ff051684e481ac39cf7aa78b9550c4
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  • Prompt:

    Title: Orbital Settlement Style & Prompt: A progressive, instrumental-led track with advanced fingerstyle acoustic guitar and glitch-tight melodic phrasing. The arrangement begins turbulent—odd-meter phrases, harmonic tension, flickering motifs. Then comes a tonal shift: lush harmony, elegant piano, and wide ambient pads unfold like sunlight in still air. Vocals are layered and clear, carried by two female voices: “No door, no key, no waiting line / but still it opened, still it came / from somewhere past the usual signs / the answer knew my name.” A solo erupts—fluid, bright, unwinding stress into clarity. The guitars swirl upward in patterns that mimic breath catching up with time. Final refrain, whispered and strong: “I don’t need to knock again / it’s already turning in.” Lyrics must remain abstract—no mention of money, tech, or systems. The message is felt, not explained. The track ends calmly—what once shook now holds stea

  • Image:

    Orbital Settlement

  • Description:

    The image depicts a rocket launching into space, with a bright red trail following it upward. The rocket is the main focus of the scene, and it appears to be the center of attention. The sky is filled with stars, creating a sense of wonder and adventure. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of excitement and anticipation, as the rocket embarks on its journey to explore new worlds.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Orbital Settlement
Tags: Progressive Rock, Instrumental, Acoustic, Experimental, Ambient

No door, no key, no waiting line / But still it opened, still it came / From somewhere past the usual signs / The answer knew my name.

I hear the whisper, soft and clear / A call beyond the edges near / Fractured light, and shifting shade / In the silence, I've been remade.

Chasing currents, weaving through / The air is thin, but I push through / Tension ripples, a thousand winds / And still I hear that voice again.

A solo bursts—a breath untold / With every note, the story folds / Unraveling time, a gentle stream / The puzzle’s pieces shift and gleam.

And then the stillness calls my name / The wayward dance, the endless frame / Where questions fall and answers rise / Beneath the endless, quiet skies.

I don’t need to knock again / It’s already turning in.

As the air wraps close around / The steady pulse, the steady sound / What once was wild, now rests serene / The truth, a light, soft and unseen.