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June 16, 2025 — Following the wistful magic of One with Orange Leaves, the bard of the forgotten world returns. This time, with a tale born from the deep, where tides crash and hearts ache. Hattus, the musical vessel of Filipino artist Setheo Laguerta, unveils the next chapter in their three-song EP: Sounds of Splashing Stones, released at midnight on May 30, 2025 under Off The Record and Sony Music Entertainment Philippines.
This new single threads sorrow into song, telling the story of Maia, the Ocean, and Lùne, the Moon. Two celestial lovers cursed to forever reach but never touch. Their longing shapes the rhythm of the sea, their memories etched into every wave that crashes upon the shore. With its haunting melody and poetic lyrics, Sounds of Splashing Stones captures a cosmic ache. The feeling of being impossibly close, yet worlds apart.
Setheo, who now walks alone among the ruins of Hattus, sings not only as a witness but as a vessel. They channel the echoes of a world that no longer exists in form, but survives in sound. Their voice is weathered by myth and memory. In this song, it trembles with the weight of distance and devotion. It is a ballad for the moon-gazers, the tide-watchers, and those who have ever loved across impossible boundaries.
The release quickly garnered attention, landing on Spotify’s New Music Friday Philippines playlist. This is a sign that the bard’s voice, though from a world long lost, continues to find resonance in ours. Fans of indie folk and storytelling-driven music are steadily being drawn into the expanding mythos of Hattus, not just by the melodies, but by the living lore each song reveals.
This release marks the second entry in the unfolding EP. It promises to be not just a collection of songs, but a mythic arc. Each track is a fragment of a larger tapestry woven by the bard. The final chapter is yet to come, but already, listeners have begun piecing together the sorrowful constellation of stories that Setheo lays gently before them.
Hattus is not merely music. It is a world. A memory. A hymn for those who remember what it feels like to ache, to yearn, and to believe in something beyond sight.
Where will the bard’s melodies travel next? No one knows. Not even Setheo. But wherever the wind carries them, the stories will continue. Carved into rivers, scattered on stone, and whispered by those who still listen.
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