Sebastian Biel

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Sebastian Biel – Warszawska Syrenka (feat. Shadow Veil) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVdAnOLIN0M Warszawa nigdy nie zasypiała. Z perspektywy nurtu Wisły miasto przypominało gigantyczny, pulsujący organizm, który oddychał neonami i wył w rytmie Slap House’u dobiegającego z nadbrzeżnych klubów. Ale dla niej, zanurzonej w mętnej, chłodnej wodzie, ten hałas był tylko tłem. Wynurzyła się powoli, pozwalając, by krople wody spłynęły po jej policzkach jak nienaturalnie zimne łzy. Spojrzała na betonowe bulwary. To tutaj, na granicy dwóch światów, ich drogi skrzyżowały się po raz pierwszy. – Moje miejsce jest w wodzie... – szepnęła, a jej głos natychmiast porwał wiatr, niosąc go w stronę świateł Pragi. Pamiętała każdy szczegół. Polne kwiaty, które jej podarował – gest tak absurdalny dla kogoś, kto żyje w rzece, a jednak tak wzruszający. Plotła z nich wianki, wplatając słońce w swoje mokre włosy, zanim płatki zwiędły, przegrywając z wilgocią. Sebastian był inny. Nie bał się jej chłodu. Kochał pranki, ten jego głośny, zaraźliwy śmiech, który zagłuszał nawet szum warszawskiego ruchu. Ale światy nie mogą się przenikać bez kary. On należał do lądu, do betonu i pośpiechu. Ona była uwięziona w falach, w nurcie, który każdego dnia przypominał jej o tym, co prysło. Oparła się o filar mostu i sięgnęła po swój najcenniejszy skarb. Harfa. Sebastian wystrugał ją dla niej własnymi rękami z kawałka jasnego, twardego drewna. Nie była ciężka ani toporna. Była nieduża, lekka i idealnie wyprofilowana, tak by mogła ją wygodnie trzymać w dłoniach, wynurzona ponad lustro wody. To nie był instrument koncertowy, ale rzemieślnicze dzieło miłości, stworzone specjalnie dla niej. Zaczęła grać. Dźwięk drewnianej harfy był czysty, krystaliczny, ale podbity potężnym, niskim dudnieniem rzeki – jak agresywny bas, który wstrząsał dnem Wisły. Szarpała struny tak mocno, że opuszki jej palców piekły od soli i wysiłku. Każdy dźwięk był wezwaniem. „Liczę, że usłyszysz mnie w zgiełku Warszawy...” – myślała rytmicznie, rapując w duchusłowa skargi, których nigdy nie odważyła się wykrzyczeć mu w twarz. Góra-dół. Nurt rzeki rzucał nią o filary mostów, ale nie przestawała. Trzymając mocno drewniany instrument, grała dla tysięcy twarzy, które mijały barierki mostu Świętokrzyskiego, szukając tej jednej jedynej. Wiedziała, że on tam jest. Czuła jego zapach – mieszankę miejskiego smogu i tych polnych kwiatów, które kiedyś jej przyniósł. Nagle muzyka osiągnęła apogeum. Bas Slap House’u z pobliskiej barki zlał się z drżeniem strun harfy w jeden potężny drop. Woda wokół niej zawirowała. Syrena wydała z siebie długie, melodyjne nucenie, które niosło się nisko nad lustrem wody, przenikając przez szyby samochodów i serca przechodniów. – Obiecałeś... – mruknęła pod nosem, rytmicznie uderzając ogonem o wodę, tworząc własną, perkusyjną linię życia. Potem nastała cisza. Tylko echo harfy niosło się pod przęsłami. Warszawa pulsowała dalej, niewzruszona tragedią ukrytą pod powierzchnią. Syrena odpłynęła wolno w dół rzeki, tuląc do siebie niedużą, drewnianą harfę. Wiedziała, że jutro znów wypłynie. Znów będzie tkać wianki z wspomnień i szarpać struny, dopóki ten jeden, konkretny dźwięk nie wyciągnie go z miejskiej zabawy prosto w jej zimne, tęskniące ramiona. Uwięziona w falach, ale złączona z nim na wieki – w każdym uderzeniu basu, w każdym szarpnięciu srebrnej struny na drewnie wystruganym przez jego dłonie.

Because when you get an 8D beat like that from a friend, the whole apartment becomes a music video, and chores… well, they just have to wait!

Instead of washing dishes or taking out the trash, she turned the kitchen into a dance floor. Because when a modern track fills the entire space around your head, the whole world becomes a music video. Chores just have to wait until the last harp chord fades away!

Instead of washing dishes or taking out the trash, she turned the kitchen into a dance floor. Because when a modern track fills the entire space around your head, the whole world becomes a music video. Chores just have to wait until the last harp chord fades away!

Sebastian Biel - Silent Invasion Colonization Mars https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m193PjKgCJw Location: Mars | Time: 4 Billion Years BC I. Awakening of the Red Desert Monolithic black ships appear over the dead Martian horizon. These are not explorers, but god-engineers: the Anunnaki. Their only goal is gold—a mineral vital to saving their dying home world. The planet shudders as massive hydraulic airlocks hiss open, releasing clouds of freezing steam and the rhythmic rattle of heavy iron chains. The atmosphere is charged with raw energy. From the ship hulls, blinding purple lasers erupt. These beams cut through the dry, red dust, piercing the very core of the planet. This is aggressive terraforming. Under the violet light, dead cells awaken at an impossible speed. Where moments ago there was only desert, plants now surge from the ground in a wild, accelerated rhythm, carving green oases into the heart of the rusty canyons. The project has begun. II. The New Race Laboratory Inside giant mining stations, amidst the rhythmic roar of machinery, the act of creation takes place. Using lasers to carve directly into the DNA code, the Anunnaki summon a New Race into existence. They are strong, resilient, and designed for a single purpose: lethal labor in the gold mines. As the first slaves emerge from the birthing chambers, they are hit by the hot blast of an artificial wind. Towering above them are figures in shimmering armor. These are their masters. These are their creators. The new race knows no freedom—only obedience to those who gave them their first breath on this alien soil. III. Cult and Gold Paralyzing fear grips the newly born. A young woman with long, blonde hair falls to her knees in the shadow of a massive drilling tower. Her body trembles as she watches the violet sky being torn by the mother-ships. She knows no other world. To her, the beings who created these purple gardens and gargantuan machines are the only gods. She clasps her hands in prayer to a power she cannot comprehend. Suddenly, a massive sonic boom echoes across the plains. The mining systems are fully engaged. Mars vibrates with the thud of heavy, distorted industrial beats. Massive colonization is in effect. IV. The Eternal Cage The sound of heavy chains dragging across metal floors echoes through the endless mine shafts. Mars is no longer a planet—it is a giant labor camp. Terraforming is complete, and gold flows in streams toward the heavens. The woman remains kneeling, whispering in terror: "Oh my God...", while the shadow of a towering guardian eclipses the sun. They were created to serve. Mars has become their home, their temple, and their cage. The objective is reached. The operation continues.

Sebastian Biel - Abracadabra Children of the Witch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RT3qqvrLk6w In a dark hut standing on a chicken leg, hidden in the very heart of an ancient forest, an unnatural silence reigned. The Mother Witch had set off for the distant wetlands, leaving behind her three daughters: the eldest, wise Luna; the mischievous, fiery-haired Ember; and the youngest, ever-laughing Mia. “Now it’s our turn!” Ember whispered, pulling her mother’s stolen wand from beneath a pillow. The girls gathered around a massive, cast-iron cauldron. Luna tossed in dried lizard tails, Mia poured in stardust, and the brew bubbled to the rhythm of a deep bass that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hut. Ember, wanting to speed up the magic, clumsily touched the wand to the rim of the glowing cauldron. CRACK! A blue spark shot upward, and a powerful shockwave ripped the tall, pointed hats from their heads. The hats rose high toward the ceiling as thick, purple smoke began to pour from their tips. For a moment, they swirled in the air, hissing and sparking, before suddenly landing with a dull thud on a dusty oak bench against the wall. The girls froze in terror, staring at the smoking headwear. Hoping to fix her mistake, Ember struck the cauldron with all her might. BOOM! A sound like a cannon blast echoed through the room. In a split second, the hats launched off the bench and slammed back onto their heads, covering their eyes down to their noses. The force of the impact was so great that Ember’s red braids instantly unraveled, and her long hair exploded in every direction, sparking with the excess of wild magic. The joyful laughter of little Mia rang through the hut. The brew in the cauldron began to glow with a brilliant green light, and the shadows on the walls started a wild dance of their own. The fun was just beginning, and the power of the wand seemed to have no end... To be continued.

To be continued.

Sebastian Biel - Divine Gift From the Heavens. ADAM 8D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjmDctD4U0M In the beginning, there was a mighty storm. The heavens trembled with thunder, and thick, dark clouds shrouded the entire world. Suddenly, in the very heart of the tempest, peace fell – the clouds parted violently, letting in a blinding light. It was then that they appeared: the majestic Hands of God, carrying a small child with the utmost tenderness. As the heavens opened and the first man – Adam – began his journey to Earth, Mother Nature held her breath. Seeing the child descending from the clouds directly onto the earthly soil, she began to hum a quiet, deep song of welcome. It was no ordinary sound – it was the rhythm of life itself, the pulse of the earth, and the breath of the wind that silenced the storm. Then, from the thickets and forests, the animals of Eden emerged. They gazed with curiosity and gentleness at this miracle from above. They drew closer, offering their silent help and protection, ready to welcome the new inhabitant. The Hands of God placed the gift directly upon the earth, and Mother Nature embraced him, enfolding him in love. Her humming and the rustle of the forest creatures transformed into a powerful, modern rhythm that leads us through this musical story today.

Sebastian Biel - Divine Gift From the Heavens. EWA 8D In the beginning, after the world had already tasted its first breath, another storm swept through the heavens—but this time, the thunder was melodic, and the lightning shimmered with shades of pink and gold. As the tempest ceased, a miracle occurred: the scattering clouds began to swirl and thicken until they formed the perfect, majestic shape of a giant heart, through which a blinding, divine light pierced. The entire sky turned a radiant pink, glowing with a brilliance that moved the stars themselves. Suddenly, a profound peace fell, and at the very center of this luminous heart, the majestic Hands of God appeared, carrying a small child – Eve – with the utmost tenderness. As the heavens opened and the first woman began her journey to Earth, Mother Nature held her breath in awe. The moment her presence touched the air, trees began to flourish instantly, and flowers bloomed in a stunning explosion of color across the entire horizon. Seeing the child descending from the pink, heart-shaped clouds onto the blossoming soil, Mother Nature began to hum a new, mesmerizing lullaby. In her voice, one could hear the very rhythm of the earth, while from a distance, the pearly, joyful laughter of the child began to echo within this mystical melody. The child, feeling the warmth of the awakening world and hearing this soothing sound, smiled joyfully, and that laughter lit up all of Eden. It was the melody of grace—a sound that pulsed with the rhythm of a beating heart and the gentle wind whispering through the trees. The animals of the Garden, led by instinctive joy, gathered at the forest's edge, bowing their heads before this miracle. The Hands of God slowly lowered and placed the gift directly upon the freshly flower-covered earth, as the child laughed trustingly in nature's embrace. That sound of happiness and the divine lullaby transformed into a powerful, modern rhythm that echoes through this musical story today.

Sebastian Biel - Divine Gift From the Heavens. ADAM 8D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjmDctD4U0M In the beginning, there was a mighty storm. The heavens trembled with thunder, and thick, dark clouds shrouded the entire world. Suddenly, in the very heart of the tempest, peace fell – the clouds parted violently, letting in a blinding light. It was then that they appeared: the majestic Hands of God, carrying a small child with the utmost tenderness. As the heavens opened and the first man – Adam – began his journey to Earth, Mother Nature held her breath. Seeing the child descending from the clouds directly onto the earthly soil, she began to hum a quiet, deep song of welcome. It was no ordinary sound – it was the rhythm of life itself, the pulse of the earth, and the breath of the wind that silenced the storm. Then, from the thickets and forests, the animals of Eden emerged. They gazed with curiosity and gentleness at this miracle from above. They drew closer, offering their silent help and protection, ready to welcome the new inhabitant. The Hands of God placed the gift directly upon the earth, and Mother Nature embraced him, enfolding him in love. Her humming and the rustle of the forest creatures transformed into a powerful, modern rhythm that leads us through this musical story today.

Sebastian Biel - Shuffle Dance BLUE https://youtu.be/HQVJh3dPQ04 Olivia walked down the street with headphones on, the beat pounding in her chest like a second heartbeat. She stopped by the old gray wall—the same one she and her best friend Amelia had once covered in graffiti. She hit play on her favorite song and started shuffling—slowly at first, testing if her legs still remembered. The light blue plaid skirt fluttered with every quick step, black platform shoes thudded rhythmically against the asphalt, and the white fishnet tights shimmered in the late afternoon light. The street was almost empty—just her and the music. Suddenly her best friend Amelia stepped out from the side alley. Exactly the same light blue plaid skirts, almost identical crop tops, the same black platform shoes, the same white fishnet tights. Hair in matching high ponytails with rainbow clips, headphones on. They froze for a second. Looked at each other. Broke into wide grins, no words needed. Amelia walked over, stood right beside her and instantly locked into the same rhythm. Four legs moved in perfect sync—side step, hop, shuffle, spin. Sometimes mirroring each other, sometimes side by side, sometimes in tandem. Skirts flew, platforms banged, laughter mixed with the bass. On the final drop they both jumped high, hung in the air for a split second, then landed with a loud, joyful laugh. The music faded. They stood there panting, hands on knees. “Still the same beat in our heads,” Amelia said. Olivia just nodded and fixed her ponytail. Then they walked off down the street, shoulder to shoulder—their footsteps still sounding like a dance.