The next morning, as the sun rose over the EchoRidge backroads, the Feral Eclipse tour bus was already humming down the highway again—half the crew still asleep in their bunks, the other half groggy from too much firepit storytelling and not enough rest.

Gabriel, however, was wide awake. Naturally.

He sat cross-legged on the couch with a laptop balanced on his knees, hair still a mess, sipping espresso out of a mismatched diner mug that said “Don’t Talk to Me Until I’ve Soundchecked.” He clacked away at the keyboard, then turned the screen toward Thane and Jonah, who sat nearby.

“Okay. This is either too sappy… or just sappy enough. Tell me what you think.”

[Official Feral Eclipse Post – Shared to Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, the tour blog, and a flyer someone taped to Diesel’s bunk door]

🖤🎸 To everyone who came to EchoRidge… 🥁🐾

We found out the festival was canceled just before we arrived. Permits pulled, vendors gone, half the stage left half-built.

But when we looked up and saw you still showing up—still driving in, still wearing our shirts, still bringing that pack energy—we realized something:

A stage isn’t what makes a show.
The fans do.
You did.

You turned an empty field into the loudest, wildest, most unforgettable gig we’ve ever played. With folding chairs and car batteries. With passion and mud and some kid waving a tail-shaped flag like it was a battle cry.

You reminded us why we do this.

From the first downbeat to the last howl, we weren’t just performing—we were home.

Thank you for believing in us, even when the power went out.
Thank you for showing up, even when the stage fell through.
And thank you for being the kind of people who hear a cancellation and think, Nah—we’re going anyway.

The festival didn’t happen.
But the music?
Oh, it happened.

See you again soon.

🖤
– Thane, Gabriel, Mark, Jonah, Cassie, Maya, Rico, Diesel, and the ever-hungry coffee machine

#EchoRidgeUnplugged #FromThePack #FeralEclipseLiveAnyway #WeBuiltThatStageWithSpiteAndLove