Slow

Musique Générée par IA

630 Morceaux

Slow Morceaux

Pochette de Endless Road Theme par zhopov.yegor@list.ru
02:20

il y a 3 semaines

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A cinematic ambient theme for an endless road. Slow, hypnotic, repeating. Opens with a single sustained synth note, low and deep, like a distant engine humming. A simple piano motif enters — three notes, falling, falling, falling, like kilometers passing. The notes are clean, isolated, each one given space to fade before the next begins. There is no rush. There is no end. Soft strings enter benea

Pochette de Endless Road Theme par zhopov.yegor@list.ru
04:13

il y a 3 semaines

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A cinematic ambient theme for an endless road. Slow, hypnotic, repeating. Opens with a single sustained synth note, low and deep, like a distant engine humming. A simple piano motif enters — three notes, falling, falling, falling, like kilometers passing. The notes are clean, isolated, each one given space to fade before the next begins. There is no rush. There is no end. Soft strings enter benea

Pochette de Răica par Vlada Tîltu
03:55

il y a 3 semaines

de Vlada Tîltu

Pochette de Sunlight Through the Veil par yegor_12@internet.ru
02:54

il y a 3 semaines

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Cinematic orchestral fantasy theme, warm and magical. Soft strings begin alone, slow and gentle, like sunlight breaking through clouds. A delicate piano joins, playing a simple, hopeful melody. The sound is pure, clean, untouched. A harp glides in, adding shimmering notes like raindrops on glass. Woodwinds enter softly — flutes, clarinets — weaving through the strings like birds in morning air.

Pochette de Sunlight Through the Veil par yegor_12@internet.ru
03:20

il y a 3 semaines

de [email protected]

Cinematic orchestral fantasy theme, warm and magical. Soft strings begin alone, slow and gentle, like sunlight breaking through clouds. A delicate piano joins, playing a simple, hopeful melody. The sound is pure, clean, untouched. A harp glides in, adding shimmering notes like raindrops on glass. Woodwinds enter softly — flutes, clarinets — weaving through the strings like birds in morning air.