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Art and Animation by Cryo Chamber ( Atrium Carceri/Simon Heath )
"On a barren, forgotten world, beneath a sky choked with ash and memories, an age-old temple stood as a quiet memorial to a lost era. Its towering walls, carved from dark, weathered stone, bore the scars of countless periods—each fissure and crumbling arch a verse in an unbroken litany of time.
Within these consecrated ruins, a lone Space Marine kept a somber vigil. Brother Arcturus—his once-pristine armor now marred and pitted by the unremitting fury of war—had found refuge in the muted solitude of the temple. For him, this abandoned sanctuary was more than mere stone; it was a venerated archive of the Emperor’s mercy and mankind’s resilience.
Each dawn, as weak light filtered through swirling dust, Brother Arcturus knelt before an age-old altar. His gauntleted hand rested upon an ancient artifact whose presence was both a blessing and a curse. In that object pulsed the quiet echo of lost souls and the firm promise of hope—secrets entrusted to him, hidden away from those who would see its power twisted for darkness.
He spent long hours in prayer, his murmured liturgies merging with the subdued silence of the temple. The air was heavy with incense long burned away, and the walls murmured forgotten oaths. In these moments, Brother Arcturus was not merely a warrior; he was a penitent guardian, bridging the gap between divine grace and mortal strife.
Legends spoke of the artifact’s age-old power, a remnant of a time when miracles graced the Emperor’s chosen. Enemies of mankind had long sought to unearth and corrupt its secrets, but Arcturus’s resolute faith made him a living bastion against the tide of chaos. Every creak of stone, every echo in the dark corridors of the temple, served as a reminder of the cost of duty—and of the fragile hope that must be preserved at all costs.
Night after night, beneath a shroud of stars and distant wars, Brother Arcturus guarded the temple’s secrets with a steadfast heart. His solitary presence was a quiet defiance—a promise that even in a universe scarred by endless conflict, there remained a sanctuary where the light of the Emperor still burned, however faintly.
And so, in that age-old temple, the lone Space Marine carried on his never-ending vigil—a quiet prayer in every heartbeat, a whispered promise of redemption in every guarded secret."
👉 Tracklist:
00:00 Atrium Carceri - Subterrestial Threshold
02:00 Atrium Carceri - Revelation from the Book of the Flesh
06:05 Atrium Carceri - The Cathedral
07:59 Atrium Carceri - Executioner
10:39 Atrium Carceri - A Song for Mourning
12:21 Atrium Carceri - Ritual for the Abyss
16:45 Atrium Carceri - Underground
23:05 Atrium Carceri - Ritual at the end of Time
26:33 Atrium Carceri - The Tower
28:51 Atrium Carceri - Fire into Darkness
31:59 Atrium Carceri - Pathway to Nothing
36:25 Atrium Carceri - Chamber of Rebirth
42:10 Atrium Carceri - Throne Room
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