【夢幻音樂 | 虛構語言】永冬之巔《60min》【放鬆/專注/作業BGM】

#Isekai #Otherworld #Fantasy #BackgroundMusicForWork Winter Crest In the deep past, before maps laid claim to the uncharted world, there stood a mountain that lived in perpetual winter. Its summit wore snow even under the summer sun; its shadow stretched long enough to swallow villages at dusk. People feared and respected it in equal measure, naming it the Stonecrest. At its icy foot wandered a lone wolf. His fur was the dense, shifting color of a storm cloud. He was the last of his kind, a fact only he remembered, for time had a way of swallowing memories just as the deep snow swallowed tracks. The wolf lived without kin, without shelter, until the day he found a girl collapsed by the frozen river. She was young, wrapped in thin wear. She had tried to cross the wild valley alone and failed. The wolf watched her for a long time. Wolves understand the finality of death better than most, and for moments past, he waited. But the wind shifted, and he caught the faintest, vital warmth in the trace of her breath. And so, the wolf lay down beside her, sharing the meager heat of his own body. When she could finally walk, she followed him—at first out of weakness and the instinct to survive, then out of an unspoken, deepening trust. He led her along ancestral game trails, to sheltered hollows, toward the last berries clinging to branches in hidden clefts. Over the course of days and nights, they ceased to be creatures of necessity and became companions of choice. Time passed like quiet fall of drifting snow. The girl learned the ancient rhythm of the mountain by watching the wolf. The wolf learned the profound patience of humankind by watching the girl. But the Winter Mountain is a jealous keeper of what it claims. One season, a bone-deep hunger swept through the valley. The cold tightened its grip like an iron fist. Desperate, the hunters began to take risks they once avoided. When they found wolf tracks near the river, they set traps—a cruel tangle of iron and stiff rope. The wolf knew these snares were meant for him. He avoided them with ease. But the girl, wandering further each day in search of precious kindling, stepped into the trap meant for her companion. Her cry, sharp and terrible, rang through the frozen air. Though she fought with all her strength, the snare dragged her down. The wolf arrived long before the hunters. He tore at the ropes with frantic tooth and claw, but the trap was a creation of human hands—cold, uncompromising, and pitiless. In his frenzy, he drew blood from metal and stone, yet the fiber would not break. The hunters approached, drawn by the sound of struggle. The wolf had only one choice left. He placed himself between the girl and the danger, every muscle coiled, his fur bristling like needles, his eyes burning with a devotion that needed no words. The spears struck. The wolf did not break the line. When the last hunter fled the mountain, he carried a wound and a story he would tell only once, trembling: of a wolf who fought like a storm wind, as though guarding something infinitely more precious than his own life. By the time the girl finally freed herself, the snow was already drawing a white blanket over the wolf’s still body. She lifted him, though it demanded every last measure of her strength, and carried him up the mountain—past the frozen river, past the treeline, past the quiet hollows where they had shared their nights. Higher and higher, until she reached a deep cave warmed by the mountain’s own breath. They say the mountain accepted him there. In the spring, travelers noticed something odd: faint wolfprints appearing beside the girl’s footprints, long after no wolf was known to walk the valley. In winter, the wind would sometimes rise suddenly, curling around her like a familiar, protective presence. And on the deepest nights, a soft, echoing growl could be heard from the upper cliffs where no living creature dared to roam. That love, once truly given, sinks deep into stone. And that the girl who walks its slopes is never, ever alone. This is the tale of the wolf who gave his life beneath the Winter Mountain, and of the mountain that still keeps his memory. ---------------------------------------------------- 《Hourglass Loop Music》 Our channel hopes to bring you into a Realm of music, with fantastic illustrations and healing music. Through the videos on this channel, we hope to embark on a Timeless Journey to the Realm of Myth and Magic together with you. 🌹 Also, the video is 60 minutes long, so please use it as a guide for your working time. If you like it, please subscribe to our channel! Hourglass Loop Music / @Hourglassloop #Isekai (Otherworld) #Fantasy #BackgroundMusicForWork #BackgrounMusic #FantasyWorld #Isekai #Magician #Sorcerer #Forest #Relaxing #IsekaiAnime #Fantasy #BGM #FocusMusic #LoFi #LoFiMusic #night #nightimemusic #60mins