Drowned Cathedrals by Ingrid N & the Ambient Hermit

Fishermen say that on nights when the tide swells too high, bells can be heard beneath the waves. They toll not with bronze, but with the groan of currents striking stone, calling the faithful who drowned centuries ago.

The cathedral once crowned the headland, its spire stabbing the sky. Pilgrims walked barefoot across its marble floors, their chants echoing through vaulted arches. But the sea was patient. Storm after storm gnawed at the cliffs until one night the land gave way. The cathedral slid into the abyss, taking its worshippers with it—choir, priest, and supplicant alike swallowed in a single collapse.

Now, the ocean keeps its sanctuary. Divers speak of windows filled with green light and saints eroded to faceless shadows. A great organ lies broken, pipes filled with crabs and silt, yet some swear it still sighs when the currents are strong.

Each year, on the night of the fall, the tide retreats farther than any other. For a moment the spire breaches the surface, dripping with seaweed, barnacles, and silence. Locals do not approach, for they know those who step inside never return. The sea remembers its congregation And the bells, deep beneath, never cease their calling.

I am an ambient artist who composes in many sub-genres such as dark and light ambient, solo piano, cosmic drone, avant-garde and noise music both as a solo artist and as a collaborating partner. My music is created with intentionality, creating a sonic space for the unfolding of personal stories as well as exploration of spiritual and cultural themes which profoundly influence our society.

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