🔺[WINTER MISSION OUTPOST 2 - BACKSTORY]🔺 The snow whispers against the windowpanes, brushing the cabin with an eerie, almost rhythmic hush. You’d come here expecting quiet, but not like this. The world outside your outpost is wrapped in white, dense with snow-covered pines that loom like dark sentinels. Somewhere out there, another operator sits in their own cabin, listening, watching, like you. The canyon separates you-miles of jagged rock and frostbitten trees-and you haven’t heard from them in days. You step over to the radio console, where the dials glow faintly in the dim cabin light. Frequencies roll past like phantom channels, laced with cryptic murmurs, static, and the occasional hint of a voice. Somewhere beneath that static, you’re supposed to find something-odd phrases, numbers, fragments of conversations that mean something more. What exactly? You’re not entirely sure, and that’s the beauty of it. There’s a thrill in it, the feeling that at any moment, something might click into place, like an answer hiding just beyond reach. You log what little you hear and sit back, eyes drifting to the window. Outside, the snow falls in a thick curtain, almost hypnotic. Each day here has become like a slow-turning page in a novel, a different chapter in a story unfolding in fragments. You had expected to feel isolated, maybe a bit lonely, but there’s an odd comfort in the routine. The silence is full, not empty-like something waiting, watching. One night, unable to sleep, you turn back to the radio and hear something that makes you pause. A whisper, faint and deliberate, just beneath the surface of static. It’s not one of the usual signals-it’s almost as though someone were speaking directly into the microphone on the other end, voice barely audible. The words are unclear, but something in their tone sends a shiver through you. You reach out, adjusting the dial, hoping to catch it more clearly, but just as suddenly as it began, the voice is gone. You log the time, write down the frequency, but somehow it doesn’t feel like enough. It feels like you were supposed to understand something that slipped away. The days blur as the snow piles up, the forest closing in around you. You step outside each morning, your breath clouding in the cold, just to stand on the cabin’s small deck and listen. Sometimes you think you catch a flash of movement, a shape slipping through the trees, too quick to make out. You try reaching out to the other outpost, hoping for any kind of response, but it’s always the same: nothing but static. The emptiness of the canyon stretches between you, filling with whispers. One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the snow, you decide to take a short walk around the cabin. The quiet is almost oppressive, the only sound the crunch of your boots in the snow. You scan the treeline, feeling eyes on you, but you see nothing. Just the dark silhouettes of trees swaying in the wind. It’s then that you notice something odd-a small trail leading off into the forest. You hadn’t seen it before, and it certainly wasn’t there the day before. Curiosity pulls you forward. You follow the trail, finding traces of footsteps half-covered by fresh snow. They’re faint but unmistakable, leading deeper into the trees. Who would be out here? And why hadn’t they come to the cabin? You turn back after a short distance, marking the spot with a fallen branch. The walk back to the cabin feels longer than usual, every shadow deeper, every gust of wind colder. The next day, you find yourself glancing at the radio every few minutes, as if waiting for a message, a clue, anything. And just as night falls, there it is again-that faint voice, barely audible, almost lost beneath static. The words are clearer this time, as though the person speaking is closer. You press your ear to the speaker, heart pounding, and catch a single phrase: “The path is open.” Your mind races. What path? Why now? That night, you find sleep impossible. You pace the cabin, staring out the window at the snow-covered forest. Each gust of wind feels like it carries something with it, a secret the trees are whispering just out of reach. You realize that the isolation has started to feel different-less lonely, more like a puzzle you’ve only begun to unravel. The footsteps in the snow, the strange voice, the fleeting shapes in the forest-they add up to something, you’re sure of it. Morning comes, casting pale light over the untouched snow, and the trail in the forest is gone, covered by the night’s snowfall. You feel a strange sense of anticipation as you settle in at the radio, fingers hovering over the dials. Somewhere out there, between the frequencies, a story is unfolding. You just have to listen carefully enough to catch it.
Hey everyone! I'm excited to announce that today marks the start of the ultra-wide 21:9 format on the channel! I’d love to hear your thoughts-do you enjoy it? Please share your feedback in the comments below!
I like it. Wider view, more trees all around. It gives the sense of being there, with the forest surrounding the cabin, while still in it at the monitoring stations. I love reading your narratives, too, while watching and listening.
Day 88: 53% through my PyTorch deep learning online course. These videos have followed me all the way. Will keep listening to them until I've reached the end. Studying ALONE, currently 17:57 where I'm at. Good luck in your endeavors, fellow loners
The music is gripping, the radio communications, the noises and the deep pads create a striking atmosphere. Very nice artwork, in these times when the temperature is starting to drop...
This winter environment is one of the ones I like the most. A small, comfortable place, with a good view of the landscape from a high place, large windows. I will use it tonight to enter my dreams.
Had the first snowfall of the season on Halloween last week. Off and on all afternoon there were huge snowflakes like these falling in heavier flurries, then it'd slow down for a while, then start over again. Meditative. Elemental. Cozy. Add in your radio chatter here and it's like being a kid quietly working on something in your room while your family's got the TV or radio on in another other room, as that day's latest snowstorm silently adds another sheet to the blanket of snow. It's got the same feeling of knowing you'll walk the fresh snow later during late afternoon twilight, both old and new snow crunching under your boots while the crisp, clean, dry air tickles your nostrils as the light shifts, turning everything blue.
I love this kind of dark but soft crawl that lets you imagine all sorts of stories that could play out from it and the eerie but relaxing music is phenomenal for exactly that i absolutely love this channel its helped me focus and get a lot done.
I adore the short story behind each video. Never saying to much, always letting the unknowing stay that way and making our own minds dig and imagine. You have my subscription.
There's something beautifully haunting about drifting into this soundscape... It’s like stepping back in time while floating through a dream. Thank you for crafting this immersive escape-sometimes, we all need a place to get lost. 🖤✨
My only note, the really large globs of snow throw off the perspective maybe there's a snow animation that doesn't have those. Otherwise, one of the best you've made, it really immersive
I love the subtle unsettling hints both in the music and the visuals. All that technical stuff that seems way to advanced for some basic forest maintenance, the many red buttons on the left, the all-time-radio-connection, the images on top. That little monitor shows an outpost room - may it be this one or another one - in a total. Why? Why would there be a necessity to keep an eye on it all the time? What could be around there that is supposed to need strong surveillance?
This is exactly where I need to isolate after the election regardless of who wins. It will be utter chaos. Having an outpost/safehouse like this will keep me free of political nonsense and controversy.
"They tracked the creature for weeks with no sign of him. Then, one day, when the team had all but given up, the radar started beeping - he was right in front of the outpost !!"
Estudo análise e desenvolvimento de sistemas e uso seus vídeos para me estimular a continuar a estudar, tenho 57 anos de idade e estou realizando esse sonho de formar em computação.
Good luck with your studies, this is amazing! My big dream was always to score for film or games,.. decades spent in corporates only to find myself now running a YT channel. Life is wonderful and there is nothing more powerful than making dreams come true.
Habt ihr euch eigentlich schon gefragt, warum wir Menschen es so sehr genießen, die Natur hinter einer dicken Fensterscheibe zu betrachten. Sie nur betrachten und zu kontrollieren ohne ihr ausgesetzt zu sein?
Nov 17, 2024: Encoder continues to limp along. At some point we will have to send someone to get parts if we aren't able to make it until the next supply drop on the current hardware. We monitored a group of 4 people , 2 males and 2 females, all about 30 years of age, cutting across the SW corner or the perimeter. I dressed out and followed for a few miles monitoring and consensus is that these were merely through hikers for the nearby National Park. Images attached to report for review.
![ALONE: The Empty Outpost [Dark Ambient Focus Music] アローン: 空の前哨基地 - アンビエント ミュージック](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/UnaXM6ceHks/mqdefault.jpg)
🔺[WINTER MISSION OUTPOST 2 - BACKSTORY]🔺
The snow whispers against the windowpanes, brushing the cabin with an eerie, almost rhythmic hush. You’d come here expecting quiet, but not like this. The world outside your outpost is wrapped in white, dense with snow-covered pines that loom like dark sentinels. Somewhere out there, another operator sits in their own cabin, listening, watching, like you. The canyon separates you-miles of jagged rock and frostbitten trees-and you haven’t heard from them in days.
You step over to the radio console, where the dials glow faintly in the dim cabin light. Frequencies roll past like phantom channels, laced with cryptic murmurs, static, and the occasional hint of a voice. Somewhere beneath that static, you’re supposed to find something-odd phrases, numbers, fragments of conversations that mean something more. What exactly? You’re not entirely sure, and that’s the beauty of it. There’s a thrill in it, the feeling that at any moment, something might click into place, like an answer hiding just beyond reach.
You log what little you hear and sit back, eyes drifting to the window. Outside, the snow falls in a thick curtain, almost hypnotic. Each day here has become like a slow-turning page in a novel, a different chapter in a story unfolding in fragments. You had expected to feel isolated, maybe a bit lonely, but there’s an odd comfort in the routine. The silence is full, not empty-like something waiting, watching.
One night, unable to sleep, you turn back to the radio and hear something that makes you pause. A whisper, faint and deliberate, just beneath the surface of static. It’s not one of the usual signals-it’s almost as though someone were speaking directly into the microphone on the other end, voice barely audible. The words are unclear, but something in their tone sends a shiver through you. You reach out, adjusting the dial, hoping to catch it more clearly, but just as suddenly as it began, the voice is gone. You log the time, write down the frequency, but somehow it doesn’t feel like enough. It feels like you were supposed to understand something that slipped away.
The days blur as the snow piles up, the forest closing in around you. You step outside each morning, your breath clouding in the cold, just to stand on the cabin’s small deck and listen. Sometimes you think you catch a flash of movement, a shape slipping through the trees, too quick to make out. You try reaching out to the other outpost, hoping for any kind of response, but it’s always the same: nothing but static. The emptiness of the canyon stretches between you, filling with whispers.
One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the snow, you decide to take a short walk around the cabin. The quiet is almost oppressive, the only sound the crunch of your boots in the snow. You scan the treeline, feeling eyes on you, but you see nothing. Just the dark silhouettes of trees swaying in the wind. It’s then that you notice something odd-a small trail leading off into the forest. You hadn’t seen it before, and it certainly wasn’t there the day before.
Curiosity pulls you forward. You follow the trail, finding traces of footsteps half-covered by fresh snow. They’re faint but unmistakable, leading deeper into the trees. Who would be out here? And why hadn’t they come to the cabin? You turn back after a short distance, marking the spot with a fallen branch. The walk back to the cabin feels longer than usual, every shadow deeper, every gust of wind colder.
The next day, you find yourself glancing at the radio every few minutes, as if waiting for a message, a clue, anything. And just as night falls, there it is again-that faint voice, barely audible, almost lost beneath static. The words are clearer this time, as though the person speaking is closer. You press your ear to the speaker, heart pounding, and catch a single phrase: “The path is open.”
Your mind races. What path? Why now?
That night, you find sleep impossible. You pace the cabin, staring out the window at the snow-covered forest. Each gust of wind feels like it carries something with it, a secret the trees are whispering just out of reach. You realize that the isolation has started to feel different-less lonely, more like a puzzle you’ve only begun to unravel. The footsteps in the snow, the strange voice, the fleeting shapes in the forest-they add up to something, you’re sure of it.
Morning comes, casting pale light over the untouched snow, and the trail in the forest is gone, covered by the night’s snowfall. You feel a strange sense of anticipation as you settle in at the radio, fingers hovering over the dials. Somewhere out there, between the frequencies, a story is unfolding. You just have to listen carefully enough to catch it.
One of your best 👌
I love the radio chatter.
007 Tomorrow Never Dies Ps1 Vibes
agree, it makes it so immersive
I want an outpost like this, just me, my dog and the falling snow.
why dog? cat is more badass.
Me too
complete solitude is dangerous sometimes its enjoyable sometimes depressive
@@AremStefaniaK he's talking about himself, you can choose the cat for yourself lol, jeez
I wish this was my Workstation for my current job
Hey everyone! I'm excited to announce that today marks the start of the ultra-wide 21:9 format on the channel! I’d love to hear your thoughts-do you enjoy it? Please share your feedback in the comments below!
Love it
Feels more balanced, now I've been on this one for a while. And more like a theater screen's ratio - nice. Brings an added layer of realism.
Looks great on my 34" ultrawide!
I like it. Wider view, more trees all around. It gives the sense of being there, with the forest surrounding the cabin, while still in it at the monitoring stations.
I love reading your narratives, too, while watching and listening.
I noticed the wide format right away and I like it! It definitely gives a different look to the video but in a good way :)
Day 88: 53% through my PyTorch deep learning online course. These videos have followed me all the way. Will keep listening to them until I've reached the end. Studying ALONE, currently 17:57 where I'm at. Good luck in your endeavors, fellow loners
Good luck with your courses, glad my work can help a bit!
This perfectly fits my 3 monitors setup with ultrawide monitor in the center 😊
To have this in 4K VR would be a dream! There is a beauty and meditative vibe to this type of isolation.
each of your art works is superb
Truly amazing. I dont know what job this entails but I want it more than anything in life.
I know this is supposed to feel unsettling tense and lonely but.. I think its cozy AF personally
this picture is what is needed in the realities of the current crazy world
The music is gripping, the radio communications, the noises and the deep pads create a striking atmosphere. Very nice artwork, in these times when the temperature is starting to drop...
This winter environment is one of the ones I like the most.
A small, comfortable place, with a good view of the landscape from a high place, large windows.
I will use it tonight to enter my dreams.
Really nice atmosphere. For some reason I can't concentrate when listening to music in the background, this is PERFECT.
Had the first snowfall of the season on Halloween last week. Off and on all afternoon there were huge snowflakes like these falling in heavier flurries, then it'd slow down for a while, then start over again. Meditative. Elemental. Cozy.
Add in your radio chatter here and it's like being a kid quietly working on something in your room while your family's got the TV or radio on in another other room, as that day's latest snowstorm silently adds another sheet to the blanket of snow. It's got the same feeling of knowing you'll walk the fresh snow later during late afternoon twilight, both old and new snow crunching under your boots while the crisp, clean, dry air tickles your nostrils as the light shifts, turning everything blue.
I love this kind of dark but soft crawl that lets you imagine all sorts of stories that could play out from it and the eerie but relaxing music is phenomenal for exactly that i absolutely love this channel its helped me focus and get a lot done.
We are all on a mission:) Best ambience.
I love the winter ones.
Wide is awesome. Love the snow! Best channel!
"We won't make it through the winter unless we trek out of here. No one is coming to save us" 🥶
Der Jeep steht draußen vor der Tür
Love this one. I could spend a few weeks here in beautiful winter solitude
I adore the short story behind each video. Never saying to much, always letting the unknowing stay that way and making our own minds dig and imagine. You have my subscription.
The backstories you write are awesome. I would love to create this kind of visual for my own stories.
There's something beautifully haunting about drifting into this soundscape... It’s like stepping back in time while floating through a dream. Thank you for crafting this immersive escape-sometimes, we all need a place to get lost. 🖤✨
subscribed after the first 4 seconds.
This is great for late night software development. Thank you!
My only note, the really large globs of snow throw off the perspective maybe there's a snow animation that doesn't have those. Otherwise, one of the best you've made, it really immersive
This one is nice brother! What a vibe.
This unlocked a part of my brain that I don't think scientists have discovered yet
Aaaa...I want a room like this, with this view. Constantly.
Me gusta el nuevo formato a ver los siguientes ambientes que tal se ve. Este es una continuación muy buena.
Dream setup
I want to live here so badly!
the 16:9 perspective is fantastic !
Thank you, glad you like it!
The thumbnails are always so cool and soothing!
Pretty good as background for working.
This might be the best one yet
Türkiyeden sevgiler, emekleriniz için sonsuz teşekkür ederim.
this makes me want to drink a coffee
i need to watch this channel for living ...
Loving it, can’t wait for it to get colder here in the UK, don’t like the damp Autumn. Bring on the snow and ice 😊
Yes, more to come for sure!
I love the subtle unsettling hints both in the music and the visuals. All that technical stuff that seems way to advanced for some basic forest maintenance, the many red buttons on the left, the all-time-radio-connection, the images on top. That little monitor shows an outpost room - may it be this one or another one - in a total. Why? Why would there be a necessity to keep an eye on it all the time? What could be around there that is supposed to need strong surveillance?
awesome, you nailed it!
I just saw your community post and clicked to see what you were talking about. The new ratio really does add to the atmosphere in an odd way
Really good! Thank you for making this.
Chill.
Awesome
Love that this is in 21:9
hey this is kinda like obsidion soundfeilds in a good way keep it up
The soundtrack is very good, 2 thumbs up
Glad you enjoy!
Wow I love this one
Amazing. I just found your channel and I love it. Do you use a special frequency?
Thank you, no special frequency in use.
This is awesome! Any chance you can turn up that "lite radio chatter"?
I prefer to leave the volume just high enough so you can hear it, but not so loud that it distracts from the rest.
These are really cool
awesome.
They look great!
There sure is a lot of radio chatter for someplace where you're "Alone" haha. Sounds like LaGuardia airport.
The backstory in the comments provides some context
@ OK, thanks. I like the whole vibe, though
@@falcon989 no worries, ty!
Akustisches und optisches visionäres Sphärentum!👌
Vielen Dank!
I ❤ the 16:9 format. Just a question: the map on the monitor is from where?
I would like to work in a place like that
Looks like the last humanity stronghold, after the zombie apocalypse!
GG
Oh yeah❤
This is exactly where I need to isolate after the election regardless of who wins. It will be utter chaos. Having an outpost/safehouse like this will keep me free of political nonsense and controversy.
I LOVE YOU!
"They tracked the creature for weeks with no sign of him. Then, one day, when the team had all but given up, the radar started beeping - he was right in front of the outpost !!"
Gotta love the radio chatter ! I feel like i work for the fbi/cia when i let it play in the background at my 9 to 5 😅
that's the vibe! :)
Suggest some movies/series like this clip pls
great🎉 but snow is too large
You gotta fix those cut outs happening sometimes, e.g 48:09 shit scared me
thanks for pointing that out, seems to be an fcpx export problem!
I can't help but wonder what this outpost if for. What the person there's profession is. Where it is located.
If I buy coffee for one time will I be able to get the wall paper ?
It's for monthly subscribers only atm but just email me and I will be sending it through
Estudo análise e desenvolvimento de sistemas e uso seus vídeos para me estimular a continuar a estudar, tenho 57 anos de idade e estou realizando esse sonho de formar em computação.
Good luck with your studies, this is amazing! My big dream was always to score for film or games,.. decades spent in corporates only to find myself now running a YT channel. Life is wonderful and there is nothing more powerful than making dreams come true.
Habt ihr euch eigentlich schon gefragt, warum wir Menschen es so sehr genießen, die Natur hinter einer dicken Fensterscheibe zu betrachten. Sie nur betrachten und zu kontrollieren ohne ihr ausgesetzt zu sein?
Hello, how do you create those animations ?
I am using fcpx.
fucking AI
Needs a standing desk, don't want to be sedentary!
Love this scene - I like most of your work, but -- just a thought -- I'd prefer a version without the music.
those windows are asking for catasthrope
I would kill for this one without music
I wouldn't go that far but.. here it is :) ua-cam.com/video/DuX8PJMVzs0/v-deo.html
@@ambientoutpost Ha! I just found it while I was hunting through your channel. Awesome! Keep up the great work!
@@TheMilkmanCometh I've made a whole playlist just now - with all no music videos available. Look it up on the channel main page, enjoy! :)
@@ambientoutpost Thank you!
Could you do a no music version please
thinking about it, done it before but more of music guy :)
@ 👍🏻 I like to have these on in the background but would still like to hear the sounds
i would want at least a couple female coworkers out there with me
Stop dark please
Nov 17, 2024: Encoder continues to limp along. At some point we will have to send someone to get parts if we aren't able to make it until the next supply drop on the current hardware. We monitored a group of 4 people , 2 males and 2 females, all about 30 years of age, cutting across the SW corner or the perimeter. I dressed out and followed for a few miles monitoring and consensus is that these were merely through hikers for the nearby National Park. Images attached to report for review.