i had to write a story for this, I am sorry: Their eyes locked on each other. “So we meet again”, she said. “Again?”, he repeated, before looking around the meadow. The forest around seemed to spread endlessly into the mist, and the blue fireflies only illuminated flowers and immediate trees around the small meadow. “I’ve never been here before.” “You have”, she answered calmly and picked a daisy, “You’ve been here many a time. But you never remember.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice. “Well, can you tell me where I am and who you are so I can try to remember you the next time?” “A noble attempt. Sadly, it is bound to fail. Here.” She stood up to hand him the flower. “Put that into your hair, please. I think it would look good.” She smiled. Hesitant, he did as she asked. “Just like I suspected, it suits you wonderfully.” A little bit awkward, he repeated his question from earlier. “What is this place?” “The place in time and space that time can’t reach. That is why you don’t remember.” “You need to time to remember?” “Of course”, she answered, “you need time to create memories. And memories are what you remember.” She sat back in her spot again. “Why am I here then?” “Because you chose to.” Their eyes locked on each other. “So we meet again”, she said. “Again?”, he repeated, before looking around the meadow. The forest around seemed to spread endlessly into the mist, and the fireflies only illuminated flowers around the small meadow. “I’ve never been here before.” “You have”, she answered calmly and picked a dandelion, “You’ve been here many a time. But you never remember.” There was sadness in her voice. “Well, can you tell me where I am and who you are so I can try to remember you the next time?” “A nice attempt. Sadly, it is bound to fail. Here.” She stood up to hand him the flower. “Put that into your hair, please. I think it would look good.” She smiled. Hesitant, he did as she asked. “Just like I suspected, you look wonderful.” A little bit awkward, he repeated his question from earlier. “What is this place?” “A place in time and space that time can’t reach. That is why you don’t remember.” “You need to time to remember?” “Of course”, she answered, “you need time to create memories. And those are what you remember.” She sat back in her spot again. “Why am I here then?” “Because you chose to.” Their eyes locked on each other. “So we meet again”, she said. “Again?”, he repeated, before looking around the meadow. The forest and the flowers around seemed to spread endlessly into the mist. “I’ve never been here before.” “You have”, she answered almost crying and picked a bundle of scorpion grass, “You’ve been here before. But you don’t remember.” There was unbelievable sadness in her voice. “Well, can you tell me where I am and who you are so I can try to remember you the next time?” “A noble attempt. Sadly, it is all bound to fail. Here.” She stood up to hand him the bundle. “Put that into your hair. It will look good.” She smiled. Hesitant, he did as she asked. He noticed how there were other flowers in his hair already. Yet he was certain that he had not put a single one of them there. “Just like I suspected, it suits you wonderfully.” A little bit awkward, he repeated his question from earlier. “What is this place?” “The place that time can’t reach. That is why you don’t remember.” “You need to time to remember?” “Of course”, she answered, “you need time to create memories to remember.” She sat back in her spot again. “Why am I here then?” “Because you chose to.” Their eyes locked on each other. She sighed. “We meet again.” “Again?”, he wanted to look around, but her voice drew his eyes back to her. “Why? Why did you choose to come here?” “What are you talking about?” “You are hurting yourself, don’t you notice? There is so much more to life than just these distant dreams. You have so much around you. Well, had”, she corrected herself. “I don’t understand.” “No, you don’t. You gave up on that. You let yourself be swallowed, so you don’t feel anymore. There’s nothing wrong that could go wrong in a dream, you thought. Oh, how stupid you were.” “Hey!” “I speak true. It’s the only thing I can.” She picked one of the dead flowers. “If you want to have a chance. A life. A dream come true. You need to wake up. You need to fight. Only then you can be free, and dream truly and healthily. Wake. Up.” He sighed. Their eyes locked on each other. Sorry if there are any mistakes
@@cloudz-zzz thanks! Fun fact: I do write fanfic, but only for a pretty much dead fandom. I also have some original stories, but you can't find those online. if you were to find my stories, leave me a comment, I'd love to see if you made it (though its not that hard of a search)
I just saved up my money and bought a pair of Air pods pros. I love listening to this while doing college classes and the new Air pods make this sound even better. Thank you!
Kind of looks like Edinburgh, Scotland. Or Oxford, England? If you're really into this dark academia aesthetic both cities will make you weep with joy.
Hey, this is a place called Wells. I live 5 minutes away. It's beautiful... The smallest city. With a cathedral that's simply stunning Xx Vicars' Close, in Wells, Somerset, England, is claimed to be the oldest purely residential street with original buildings surviving intact in Europe. John Julius Norwich called it "that rarest of survivals, a planned street of the mid-14th century".
@@neverlookback876 I was hoping someone knew the answer. That's wonderful, definitely adding this place to my list of places to explore in the UK. Thanks!
@@Tavera12 hey, you are welcome... Wells is very pretty... Its 10 mins from Glastonbury... And if you are a shopper then clarks Village is 20 minutes away. So there is plenty of places to explore around Wells x
![you’re studying in an ancient university as the snowflakes fall [ dark academia playlist ]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Zhaz_30H_0w/mqdefault.jpg)
Oeh, I see an Edgar Adgar Poe quote!
:)
Is Edgar Adgar Poe a near relative of Edgar Allan Poe?
@@polarisedelectrons LOL yes, his third cousin, twice removed!
dream within a dream is probably one of the most emotional poems i have ever read
thank you
i had to write a story for this, I am sorry:
Their eyes locked on each other.
“So we meet again”, she said.
“Again?”, he repeated, before looking around the meadow. The forest around seemed to spread endlessly into the mist, and the blue fireflies only illuminated flowers and immediate trees around the small meadow. “I’ve never been here before.”
“You have”, she answered calmly and picked a daisy, “You’ve been here many a time. But you never remember.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Well, can you tell me where I am and who you are so I can try to remember you the next time?”
“A noble attempt. Sadly, it is bound to fail. Here.” She stood up to hand him the flower. “Put that into your hair, please. I think it would look good.” She smiled.
Hesitant, he did as she asked.
“Just like I suspected, it suits you wonderfully.”
A little bit awkward, he repeated his question from earlier. “What is this place?”
“The place in time and space that time can’t reach. That is why you don’t remember.”
“You need to time to remember?”
“Of course”, she answered, “you need time to create memories. And memories are what you remember.” She sat back in her spot again.
“Why am I here then?”
“Because you chose to.”
Their eyes locked on each other.
“So we meet again”, she said.
“Again?”, he repeated, before looking around the meadow. The forest around seemed to spread endlessly into the mist, and the fireflies only illuminated flowers around the small meadow. “I’ve never been here before.”
“You have”, she answered calmly and picked a dandelion, “You’ve been here many a time. But you never remember.” There was sadness in her voice.
“Well, can you tell me where I am and who you are so I can try to remember you the next time?”
“A nice attempt. Sadly, it is bound to fail. Here.” She stood up to hand him the flower. “Put that into your hair, please. I think it would look good.” She smiled.
Hesitant, he did as she asked.
“Just like I suspected, you look wonderful.”
A little bit awkward, he repeated his question from earlier. “What is this place?”
“A place in time and space that time can’t reach. That is why you don’t remember.”
“You need to time to remember?”
“Of course”, she answered, “you need time to create memories. And those are what you remember.” She sat back in her spot again.
“Why am I here then?”
“Because you chose to.”
Their eyes locked on each other.
“So we meet again”, she said.
“Again?”, he repeated, before looking around the meadow. The forest and the flowers around seemed to spread endlessly into the mist. “I’ve never been here before.”
“You have”, she answered almost crying and picked a bundle of scorpion grass, “You’ve been here before. But you don’t remember.” There was unbelievable sadness in her voice.
“Well, can you tell me where I am and who you are so I can try to remember you the next time?”
“A noble attempt. Sadly, it is all bound to fail. Here.” She stood up to hand him the bundle. “Put that into your hair. It will look good.” She smiled.
Hesitant, he did as she asked. He noticed how there were other flowers in his hair already. Yet he was certain that he had not put a single one of them there.
“Just like I suspected, it suits you wonderfully.”
A little bit awkward, he repeated his question from earlier. “What is this place?”
“The place that time can’t reach. That is why you don’t remember.”
“You need to time to remember?”
“Of course”, she answered, “you need time to create memories to remember.” She sat back in her spot again.
“Why am I here then?”
“Because you chose to.”
Their eyes locked on each other.
She sighed. “We meet again.”
“Again?”, he wanted to look around, but her voice drew his eyes back to her.
“Why? Why did you choose to come here?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are hurting yourself, don’t you notice? There is so much more to life than just these distant dreams. You have so much around you. Well, had”, she corrected herself.
“I don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t. You gave up on that. You let yourself be swallowed, so you don’t feel anymore. There’s nothing wrong that could go wrong in a dream, you thought. Oh, how stupid you were.”
“Hey!”
“I speak true. It’s the only thing I can.” She picked one of the dead flowers. “If you want to have a chance. A life. A dream come true. You need to wake up. You need to fight. Only then you can be free, and dream truly and healthily. Wake. Up.”
He sighed.
Their eyes locked on each other.
Sorry if there are any mistakes
THIS IS SO GOOD HELLO !!??!?! if this was a fic i would 1000% read
this is an absolute masterpiece!!!! i totally love it!
The people demand a sequel 😁
please write another part. Seriously please do itttt
@@cloudz-zzz thanks! Fun fact: I do write fanfic, but only for a pretty much dead fandom. I also have some original stories, but you can't find those online. if you were to find my stories, leave me a comment, I'd love to see if you made it (though its not that hard of a search)
1:17:16 The way I started looking around my room trying to figure out where that tiny voice was coming from 🤣
It's just a blue and dark night, haunted by the very memories of mine. All cheered up now, nice playlist :)
ahh yes, the relaxing sound of 'audio jungle'
I just saved up my money and bought a pair of Air pods pros. I love listening to this while doing college classes and the new Air pods make this sound even better. Thank you!
Very calming. Good playlist.
The best playlist I've listened to in a while 🤍 thank you
I dreamed a dream ❤
Holy crap I just took a hit off of this blunt, where does the real live end and the dream begin?
I love your videos, Hexen!❤❤❤🍂
thank you 🥰
I rather love this one playlist. Good job, keep it up!!
thank you
Off to a beautiful start. Thank you.
thank you
So so good🥺🤧
Oh this, this is amazing! Thank you
thank you
This one is really good.
This is great!
thank you
I love it!
thank you
this is so beautiful 🧸
thank you
Only thing missing is some Erik Satei
the music is beautiful. your selection is exquisite. what about the photograph? where is it from?
thank you
Kind of looks like Edinburgh, Scotland.
Or Oxford, England?
If you're really into this dark academia aesthetic both cities will make you weep with joy.
Hey, this is a place called Wells. I live 5 minutes away. It's beautiful... The smallest city. With a cathedral that's simply stunning
Xx
Vicars' Close, in Wells, Somerset, England, is claimed to be the oldest purely residential street with original buildings surviving intact in Europe. John Julius Norwich called it "that rarest of survivals, a planned street of the mid-14th century".
@@neverlookback876 I was hoping someone knew the answer. That's wonderful, definitely adding this place to my list of places to explore in the UK. Thanks!
@@Tavera12 hey, you are welcome... Wells is very pretty... Its 10 mins from Glastonbury... And if you are a shopper then clarks Village is 20 minutes away. So there is plenty of places to explore around Wells x
I could just go to my business account and go forth the slow way
this playlist reminds me of sleeping beauty music
the title is an edgar allan poe's poem, isnt it?
Where is the submit music option ?
What is the very last song called? Starting at 1:17?
what building is the image of?
Vicars' Close, Wells. It's a street in England, very beautiful
41:16 .
1:17:16 I shat bricks
Advert every 10ish minutes...
Yeah...unfortunately, that's skrewtoob for ya :-/
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