🌊 Harmonic Union - Oak wood

$875.00

(Dreamharp)

🎶 Sound:Grounded, resonant, balanced

💫 Intro:
Born from the meeting of earth and sky, Harmonic Union stands as a bridge — strong, grounded, and resonant.
Its voice is that of balance — where strength meets gentleness, and the world finds its center in tone.

🔥 Story – The Pact of Elements:

When the world was young, the elements spoke in different tongues. Fire burned, Water flowed, Air danced, and Earth stood still — yet none understood the other.
Until one dawn, beneath the oldest oak, they began to hum together. Their voices intertwined — not in conquest, but in harmony.
From that moment, balance was born. And from that balance, this harp emerged — a vessel of unity between forces that once stood apart.

🌿 Description:

Crafted from Oak, bearer of wisdom and endurance, the Harmonic Union resounds with fullness and calm. Its tones are deep and luminous, spreading warmth through space.
Each note invites the listener into the gentle rhythm of equilibrium — where nothing strives, and everything belongs.

(Dreamharp)

🎶 Sound:Grounded, resonant, balanced

💫 Intro:
Born from the meeting of earth and sky, Harmonic Union stands as a bridge — strong, grounded, and resonant.
Its voice is that of balance — where strength meets gentleness, and the world finds its center in tone.

🔥 Story – The Pact of Elements:

When the world was young, the elements spoke in different tongues. Fire burned, Water flowed, Air danced, and Earth stood still — yet none understood the other.
Until one dawn, beneath the oldest oak, they began to hum together. Their voices intertwined — not in conquest, but in harmony.
From that moment, balance was born. And from that balance, this harp emerged — a vessel of unity between forces that once stood apart.

🌿 Description:

Crafted from Oak, bearer of wisdom and endurance, the Harmonic Union resounds with fullness and calm. Its tones are deep and luminous, spreading warmth through space.
Each note invites the listener into the gentle rhythm of equilibrium — where nothing strives, and everything belongs.