Відео

Când umbrelele trecutului se alipesc de spiritul unui animal, în situații declanșatoare, cum ar fi, acțiunea energiei Lunii Pline, ca și o fantomă spiritele, om și animal, se unesc formând un"super suflet", un amestec al celor două existențe. Astfel i s-a întâmplat și printului, el a avut cândva la o vânătoare în pădure un accident fulgerător, când era între viață și moarte. Afinitatea sufletului său cu spiritele pădurii l-au ajutat să scape, și să revie la viață, dar de atunci are la Lună Plină acces la acest "super spirit", care se manifestă și in formă fizică . Dar sufletul lui nu-și pierde puritatea, iar o adevărată Iubire e cea sufletească, care nu ține cont de manifestările și caracteristicile trupului. ❤💔

Beautiful ❤

안녕하세요? 멋진 영상 잘 봤습니다.

when our eyes first met, we recognized you, you are, you were, you will be, your only GREAT LOVE 💔your princess MARIPOSA ❤️

Déjà Vu Lana walked down the misty, rain-soaked path with a sense of foreboding familiarity. Each step echoed softly against the ancient stone, as though the stones themselves whispered secrets long forgotten. The path, bordered by an old, ivy-clad wall, stretched ahead, fading into the eerie fog that seemed to swallow the world whole. On the wall, clusters of pale pink roses bloomed, their delicate petals glistening with raindrops, contrasting starkly with the rough, dark stones. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, a heady mix that seemed to stir something deep within Lana's memory. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had been here before, though she knew it was impossible. This place, with its decaying grandeur and haunting beauty, was like something out of a dream-or a nightmare. Her footsteps slowed as she approached a break in the wall, an ancient gateway that stood tall and foreboding. The iron gate, once formidable, now hung ajar, its hinges rusted and weary. Beyond the gate, shadows danced and flickered in the mist, creating shapes that played tricks on her eyes. Lana hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. The déjà vu was stronger now, a dizzying sensation that made her head spin. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold, damp iron. A shiver ran down her spine. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the gate open further and stepped through. The path beyond was narrower, more overgrown, as though nature was reclaiming what once belonged to it. The roses, too, seemed wilder here, their vines tangling together in an almost sinister embrace. As Lana ventured deeper, her mind was flooded with fragmented images-a child's laughter, a woman's sorrowful gaze, the sound of music drifting on the wind. She tried to piece them together, to make sense of this overwhelming sense of déjà vu, but the harder she tried, the more elusive the memories became. The path eventually led to an old manor, its silhouette barely visible through the thick fog. The once-grand structure was now a haunting relic of the past, its windows dark and empty, its walls crumbling. Yet, despite its decay, there was something undeniably beautiful about it, a melancholic charm that tugged at Lana's heart. She approached the manor cautiously, her footsteps echoing in the silence. As she reached the entrance, she paused, glancing back at the path she had traveled. The roses on the wall seemed to watch her, their blooms like eyes in the fog. Taking another deep breath, she pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. The interior was dark, the air thick with dust and the scent of aged wood. Shafts of pale light filtered through broken windows, casting eerie patterns on the floor. Lana wandered through the halls, her footsteps disturbingly loud in the oppressive silence. Each room she entered felt more familiar than the last, as though she had once known this place intimately. In the grand hall, she found an old piano, its once-polished surface now covered in a thick layer of dust. She approached it, her fingers hovering over the keys. Without thinking, she pressed down, and a haunting melody filled the air. The sound resonated through the empty halls, stirring the dust and awakening long-forgotten echoes. As the final notes faded, Lana stood in silence, the weight of the past heavy on her shoulders. She realized now that this place, this moment, was not a dream but a memory. A memory of a life she had lived long ago, in another time, another existence. The déjà vu was not just a feeling-it was a call from the past, urging her to remember. And as she stood there, in the hauntingly beautiful decay of the old manor, surrounded by the whispers of forgotten memories, Lana knew that she had found what she had been searching for. The pieces of her past life fell into place, and with them, a sense of peace and belonging she had never felt before.

🙋🌿🌹🥀🍁🍂❄️

Beautiful 🥀

Excellent for drinking wine and reading a book.🥀🍷📖

the memories of the emotions of the past will always remain the hymn of Our Love ❤️💔♾️

I transport myself to inside of the photo with the beautiful music 🎶 ❤

❤ uau

Вызывает гнетущее чувство неизбежного, а вить в этом особняке когда-то была жизнь горел свет возможно бегали дети, но время не умалим-о ушло и теперь этот особняк стоит одинокий по среди леса в надежде что может когда ни будь в нём в новь зажжётся свет, зазвучат голоса и смех детей...

Желание однажды посетить этот особняк и пообщаться с его прежними обитателями! 🌲🌳🌲🌳🏰🌳🌲🌳🌲

퇴근하면서 잘 듣겠습니다. 감사합니다.

I come here trying to escape the hustle and bustle of the modern world and I encounter the most beautiful melodies that calm my soul and transport me to a previous century. Thank you.❤

It is perfect.🥀🥀🥀

...when the heart is the scene of the struggle between good and evil...✴️

You have brought the darkness between us, not hearing my cries and pleas from the other world, nor the whispers that explained to you in vain, nothing can stand between our love, neither the different "worlds" of existence that have separated us, nor the shadows of another level of existence ✴️

when the sweet Love of the heart cannot be understood by the mind, becoming bitter in the transcendental world❤️🖤

The Shadows of Dancing Roses In the heart of the kingdom of Eldoria, where ancient magic lingered like morning dew on leaves, stood a grand castle surrounded by a lush, verdant garden. The castle’s towering spires and intricate turrets seemed to pierce the sky, but it was the garden that held the true enchantment. Red roses, deep and blood-red, flourished there, their petals kissed by both sunlight and moonlight. On one particularly stormy night, the red roses began their extraordinary dance. The castle’s great hall, with its high, vaulted ceilings and crystal chandeliers, was alive with the sound of a pianoforte. The music was not exactly joyous, but it had a mysterious, enchanting quality, filled with an air of intrigue and subtle magic. Lord Aric, the castle’s brooding master, sat at the pianoforte, his fingers moving over the keys with a skilled elegance. His dark eyes, deep and reflective, focused intently on the instrument as if seeking something beyond the notes. The melody he played was complex and mesmerizing, carrying an undertone of wistful charm. As the first notes of the captivating melody drifted into the night, something remarkable began to happen. The red roses, usually still and silent under the pale moonlight, began to stir. At first, it was a gentle rustling of petals, a barely perceptible movement of leaves. But then, as the music’s enchanting rhythm continued, the roses seemed to come alive. Their stems swayed and twisted, the flowers undulating and turning in time with the bewitching melody. It was as though the roses were enchanted by the music, their petals opening and closing in a graceful dance of their own. The garden, bathed in moonlight and shadow, was transformed into a stage for an ethereal ballet. The shadows cast by the dancing roses wove intricate patterns upon the ground, their forms elongating and swirling in harmony with the enchanting melody. They moved with a fluid grace that transcended their inanimate nature, their movements both mesmerizing and beautiful. Lady Eleonora, who had once been a shining presence in the castle, had departed years ago under mysterious circumstances. It was said that she had brought light and joy to the castle, and her absence had left a lingering sense of mystery and longing. The red roses, it seemed, were touched by the magic of her memory, becoming vessels for a dance that celebrated her enduring spirit.🌹

Excelente vídeo trilha fantástica e belas transições parabéns ao canal !!!!!!

Какое великолепие грусти❤

Wow!

awful.

the whispers of the past strengthen my hope for a fulfilled future 🔰〽️

Музыка, которая подойдет всем в определенный этап жизни

❤❤

Excelente música👍

This scenery is just too beautiful to be true. I feel like i'm living here for centuries. My bloodthirsty werewolf butler, my snowhite princess Lilith with our little vampires and I. Count von Charmock.

Beautiful Dear🌹

Winter Whisper of the Past In the heart of a dense, wintry forest, hidden among the eternal whispers of the pines, stands an old mansion. Its stone walls remember times long past, and every nook harbors stories full of emotions and mysteries. One of these stories was particularly poignant. It was January 1922 when a young artist named Julian, disheartened and seeking escape from the bustle of city life, arrived at the mansion. Julian had inherited the estate from his grandfather, whom he had never met. The mansion was his only refuge, a place where he hoped to find peace and inspiration. With each passing day spent in solitude, Julian sank deeper into melancholy and despair. Snow fell incessantly, creating a white, silent veil around the estate. Each snowflake reminded him of lost dreams and failed attempts to find meaning in his life. He spent his evenings by the fireplace, trying to capture the fleeting beauty of the winter landscape on canvas, but his paintings were filled with sadness and dark hues. One day, while searching through the dusty rooms of the mansion, Julian came across an old journal belonging to his mother. Each page was filled with longing and pain, and the stories of lost love and unfulfilled dreams only deepened his melancholy. Julian learned that his mother, Maria, had been in love with a young poet who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances one winter night. Inspired by his mother’s story, Julian decided to trace the footsteps of his unknown father. He searched every corner of the mansion, discovering old letters, photographs, and poems. Each fragment of the past made him feel more connected to his family’s fate but also increasingly overwhelmed by its tragedy. Winter continued, and the snow fell without end. The mansion, enveloped in white fluff, became a symbol of his loneliness. Julian spent long hours in the library, writing letters to his mother, whom he had never met, and painting pictures full of sorrow and longing. One night, as the snow fell heavily, Julian decided to go outside, hoping to find inspiration in the stark beauty of the winter landscape. He walked through the snow-covered garden until he reached a small pond that his mother had often described in her letters. There, amid the whiteness and silence, he felt as if the ghosts of the past had surrounded him with their cold embrace. Tired and despondent, Julian sat by the edge of the pond. The snow fell more heavily, and he felt as though his soul was sinking into an icy abyss. At that moment, he understood that he would not find solace or inspiration, that the history of his family was too heavy a burden for him to bear. As morning dawned, the snow stopped falling, and the mansion stood in silence, enveloped in a winter’s dream. Julian never returned home, and his fate remained a mystery, just like the fate of his mother and unknown father. The mansion, with its dark secrets and unfulfilled dreams, became a silent witness to another tragedy. Years passed, and the building fell into ruin, but the ghosts of the past continued to whisper among the pines, reminding of the sadness and longing that never found solace.

Beautiful 💖👍

💖✋️👍

How much we crave this refreshing rain now 🌧️🤩

❤...so romantic...i guess old memories always hide inside the mist...shadows of moments that will stay hidden forever...

LLL 810

Bridge of Old Legends The forest lay shrouded in mist, its ancient trees standing sentinel. Among the gnarled trunks and tangled underbrush, a bridge emerged-a relic from forgotten times. The townspeople whispered of its cursed past, a tale woven into the very fibers of the wood. The bridge was no ordinary crossing. Its timeworn planks bore the weight of countless footsteps-some desperate, others hesitant. No one dared linger upon it after dusk, for the shadows that clung to its edges seemed to writhe and beckon. On moonless nights, the bridge came alive. Its moss-covered rails whispered secrets, and the wind carried mournful cries. Those who ventured across felt the weight of memories not their own-the sorrows of lovers torn apart, the regrets of lost souls seeking redemption. The legend spoke of a pact made long ago. A forbidden love, a betrayal, and a desperate plea to the spirits. The bridge became the conduit-a place where promises were sealed with blood, and curses took root. The lovers’ footsteps imprinted upon the wood, forever bound to its twisted form. As the years passed, the bridge decayed further. Its arch sagged, and the gaps between planks widened. Yet, it endured-a silent witness to heartache and tragedy. The townsfolk avoided it, fearing the touch of spectral fingers or the echo of anguished cries. One stormy night, a wanderer arrived-a stranger with haunted eyes. He stepped onto the bridge, heedless of warnings. Lightning illuminated the scene, revealing the lover’s silhouette etched into the wood. The stranger wept, confessing sins long buried. The bridge trembled, its ancient heart awakening. It demanded payment-the price for crossing into the realm of forgotten memories. The wanderer hesitated, then sliced his palm with a rusted blade. Blood dripped onto the moss, mingling with the stains of centuries past. The bridge absorbed his pain, and the world shifted. The mist thickened, obscuring reality. The lover’s ghost materialized, her eyes hollow but yearning. She whispered his name-a name etched into the bridge alongside hers. Their embrace was bittersweet-a reunion across time’s divide. But as dawn approached, the bridge quivered, threatening collapse. The lover’s form wavered, torn between realms. With a final kiss, she vanished, leaving the wanderer alone on the crumbling planks. He stumbled back to the forest, bloodied and changed. The townspeople found him at dawn, raving about lost love and spectral bridges. They shook their heads, for they knew the truth-the bridge had claimed another soul. And so, the “Bridge of Old Legends” endured, its eerie tale echoing through generations. Lovers, wanderers, and the curious would forever be drawn to its threshold, seeking answers or redemption. But there were no happy endings here-only whispers in the mist and the weight of forgotten promises.

I finally found a UA-cam Channel with the best music to work. As a painter, I am always looking for the perfect music to feel calm and relaxed, and all the songs I found here are amazing! Even my 5 dogs seem to like it. I really love it!!!

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Praying everyone sleep well tonight and wake up happy and well rested! 😌

So beautiful , I recommended to my friend

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I walk alone into the darkest pit, and I can't sway my path, for it is the only path.

#الأعشاب السيءة لا تموت أما الأزهار الجميلة تقطف بسرعة (b l v)

I made all the effort, but I can't decide a ranking in which one of the songs is the absolute winner. I would really like to know YOU could? , don't tell me Yes because it's Impossible !❤️

🔴 Track list: 💖 - 🌹 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 🌹 00:00 | The Eternal Golden Autumn 04:55 | Snowy Tears of Lady Megan 11:44 | Echoes of Courage 17:19 | Prophecy of the Kingdom of Wolford 22:53 | Winter Aura's Surprise 27:42 | Echoes of Emotion 41:29 | Nancy's Broken Heart 47:03 | Rainy Sad Day 52:46 | Trapped and Lonely 01:01:25 | Sad Road to Dreams 01:06:13 | The Kingdom of Angelic and Devilish Mist 01:13:21 | Miracles in the Chapel 01:17:38 | Confused Minds 01:22:40 | Loneliness - Punishment for Stunning Beauty