[DARK SHADOWS / BACKSTORY] - You wake up to the sound of the wind howling through the trees, the icy gusts rattling the windows of your small, isolated outpost. It's still dark outside, but you know it's morning. The days have blurred together since you arrived here, a week ago, to this frozen wilderness. At first, the solitude was a welcome change from the noise and chaos of the world you left behind. But now, as you lie in your bunk, you can't shake the gnawing feeling that something is wrong. When you were briefed on this mission, they told you it would be challenging. Six months alone in a remote forest outpost, monitoring weather patterns and keeping an eye on the wildlife. A simple task, they said. One that required patience and discipline. You were confident you had both. But no one mentioned how the silence could seep into your bones, how the cold would become a living thing, creeping into your thoughts and twisting them into something dark and unfamiliar. The first few days were fine. You set up your equipment, made contact with the main station as scheduled, and began your work. But on the seventh day, the radio went silent. At first, you thought it was just a glitch. You tried to troubleshoot, following the protocols they drilled into you. But nothing worked. The static on the other end was unrelenting, a constant reminder of how far away you are from anyone who could help. The days since have been a blur of snow and shadows. You find yourself staring out the window for hours, watching the endless expanse of white that stretches out in every direction. The trees, black and skeletal against the snow, seem to close in on you. You catch glimpses of movement in the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look, there's nothing there. Just the wind, you tell yourself. Just the wind and the cold playing tricks on you. But the tricks are becoming harder to ignore. Last night, you swore you heard footsteps outside. Heavy, crunching footsteps, like someone was walking through the snow toward your outpost. You grabbed your rifle and stood by the door, waiting, listening. But the footsteps stopped, and when you finally mustered the courage to open the door, there was nothing there. No tracks, no sign of anyone. Just the endless, unbroken snow. You're starting to wonder if you're imagining things. The isolation is getting to you. You've read about this-how solitude can warp the mind, make you see and hear things that aren't there. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier. You try to keep busy, to follow the routine they gave you, but it feels pointless. The data you're collecting is piling up, but there's no one to send it to. No one to tell you what to do next. At night, the darkness feels alive, pressing in on you from all sides. The forest is full of sounds-creaks, snaps, rustling leaves-that seem too deliberate to be natural. You tell yourself it's just animals, but deep down, you don't believe it. Something is out there. Something is watching you. Your dreams have become nightmares. In them, you're lost in the forest, stumbling through the snow, calling out for help. But your voice is swallowed by the wind, and the trees close in around you, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands. You wake up drenched in sweat, your heart pounding, but the relief of waking doesn't last long. The darkness in your dreams follows you into the waking world, clinging to you like a shadow. You start talking to yourself, just to hear a voice. At first, it's just little things-a comment on the weather, a muttered curse when you spill your coffee. But soon, the conversations become longer, more involved. You argue with yourself, trying to reason through your growing fear. You laugh at jokes that aren't funny. You ask questions, and answer them as if someone else is in the room with you. But you're alone. And you know it. The days drag on, each one colder and darker than the last. The food is running low, and the thought of rationing makes you feel like you're preparing for the end. You try the radio again and again, but it's always the same. Just static. A wall of sound that blocks you from the rest of the world. You're not sure how much time has passed since you lost contact. A week? Two? The calendar on the wall seems meaningless now. All you know is that you can't keep this up much longer. The cold is seeping into your bones, and the silence is driving you mad. You catch your reflection in the window and barely recognize the gaunt, hollow-eyed man staring back at you. One night, you hear the footsteps again. This time, they're louder, closer. You don't reach for the rifle. You don't move at all. You just sit there, staring at the door, waiting. Part of you wants to open it, to step outside and see who-or what-is out there. But another part of you knows that if you do, you might never come back. The footsteps stop right outside the door. You hold your breath, your heart pounding so loudly it drowns out the wind. And then, the door creaks open. Slowly, inch by inch, until the darkness outside spills into the room. You don't scream. You don't move. You just sit there, as the cold air rushes in and the darkness swallows you whole.
This is an incredible short story. Something I'd love to see expanded. There's so much to explore in this little world, so many options you could choose to expand this story. Well done!
There's something strangly cozy about being alone and isolated in a foreboding dangerous environment, yet in complete safety inside some structure in which it can be comfortably observed and experienced. The outside in these videos are always dark and mysterious, but the interiors are warm and welcoming.
I can't explain why I feel the same way. The world has gotten so much louder nowadays and I'm tired of being frequently let down by people. So I picture this in my mind and being happy. Maybe one day, if I'm lucky enough, to find a place like this.
I work in a weather observation post in Canada and no joke on night shift we work alone and my office looks exactly like that. The funny thing is that this is exactly the case as I write this comment.
Inside looks warm and cozy!! Being from Florida, I do not see scenes like that outside. I can take the heat far better than I can the cold but would still love to be at this outpost. I enjoy going out into a cold crisp air yes, as long as I have a warm place to come back into. Yet, another outpost I'd sign up for!! Radio chatter is great as always!!!!!
The dark snowy setting is really cool. I just finished a Javascript coding course to your earlier work, and now my masters semester is about to start, so I'm always happy with all the content you release.
I love your channel, I'm working on my IT degree and visit your videos for hours on end. You are really helping people out here! Any thoughts on making any zombie themed videos any time soon, 28 days later, dawn of the dead type stuff, that would be great!!!!!!!!!! Thank you once again, I truly mean it!
My Gawd this is beautiful. I've looked for someone to translate what I was feeling inside for eons. And by chance, I found this channel and another one similar to this one in under an hour. These sounds are absolutely gorgeous. It's the only thing I play in my home, period. Hats off to you for designing this symphony and making it available to those who appreciate this style of music. I love it. And as far as the wallpaper on your desktop, it adds that finishing touch to it. Quick question, i just have to know what each instrument is that's on the desktop picture and if they're real or not. Humor me. 😂
Thing with "no music" videos is, that you need some substitute for the music, talking of sound design. It's not like, just muting all musical elements, especially when it's a Winter scenery, where you don't even have rain as a background.
Love this one, it's cozy. I feel like the main characters are freezing out in the snow and they've been traveling for day and are on the verge of freezing to death, and then they find me at my station and I let them in, my side character ass.
I'm fascinated to know how these scenes are made, are they completely or partially AI generated? Unreal Engine? Blender? Photographed elements put together with CG?
Seems like it's made with AI and a little animation added for the snow falling in front of the window. If you look closely at some of the details they dont make sense. As someone who tries to make nice dioramas in blender it's kinda sad ai is used for this tbh.
You can book an hour with me to get some intro. Look up my Patreon: www.patreon.com/AmbientOutpost/shop/ambient-outpost-masterclass-how-to-make-270028?source=storefront
Context:- It has been weeks since I had any contact with the outside world. Only 5 people managed to survive from the zombies including me in this forbidden world. The chosen 5 people are scattered in different places were they managed to make an outpost all by themselves. The Loneliness, sadness and the felling of guilt has started to strike me but I need to overcome. I need to find out the other 5 people and need to leave this forbidden place.
Glad you've asked! The base image is AI generated but manually over-worked and processed. Music is and will will never be generated by any AI on this channel, it's all self-produced.
![Winter Mission Outpost 3 [ALONE] Dark Ambient Focus Music](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/08sjZqaxRoU/mqdefault.jpg)
[DARK SHADOWS / BACKSTORY] -
You wake up to the sound of the wind howling through the trees, the icy gusts rattling the windows of your small, isolated outpost. It's still dark outside, but you know it's morning. The days have blurred together since you arrived here, a week ago, to this frozen wilderness. At first, the solitude was a welcome change from the noise and chaos of the world you left behind. But now, as you lie in your bunk, you can't shake the gnawing feeling that something is wrong.
When you were briefed on this mission, they told you it would be challenging. Six months alone in a remote forest outpost, monitoring weather patterns and keeping an eye on the wildlife. A simple task, they said. One that required patience and discipline. You were confident you had both. But no one mentioned how the silence could seep into your bones, how the cold would become a living thing, creeping into your thoughts and twisting them into something dark and unfamiliar.
The first few days were fine. You set up your equipment, made contact with the main station as scheduled, and began your work. But on the seventh day, the radio went silent. At first, you thought it was just a glitch. You tried to troubleshoot, following the protocols they drilled into you. But nothing worked. The static on the other end was unrelenting, a constant reminder of how far away you are from anyone who could help.
The days since have been a blur of snow and shadows. You find yourself staring out the window for hours, watching the endless expanse of white that stretches out in every direction. The trees, black and skeletal against the snow, seem to close in on you. You catch glimpses of movement in the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look, there's nothing there. Just the wind, you tell yourself. Just the wind and the cold playing tricks on you.
But the tricks are becoming harder to ignore. Last night, you swore you heard footsteps outside. Heavy, crunching footsteps, like someone was walking through the snow toward your outpost. You grabbed your rifle and stood by the door, waiting, listening. But the footsteps stopped, and when you finally mustered the courage to open the door, there was nothing there. No tracks, no sign of anyone. Just the endless, unbroken snow.
You're starting to wonder if you're imagining things. The isolation is getting to you. You've read about this-how solitude can warp the mind, make you see and hear things that aren't there. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier. You try to keep busy, to follow the routine they gave you, but it feels pointless. The data you're collecting is piling up, but there's no one to send it to. No one to tell you what to do next.
At night, the darkness feels alive, pressing in on you from all sides. The forest is full of sounds-creaks, snaps, rustling leaves-that seem too deliberate to be natural. You tell yourself it's just animals, but deep down, you don't believe it. Something is out there. Something is watching you.
Your dreams have become nightmares. In them, you're lost in the forest, stumbling through the snow, calling out for help. But your voice is swallowed by the wind, and the trees close in around you, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands. You wake up drenched in sweat, your heart pounding, but the relief of waking doesn't last long. The darkness in your dreams follows you into the waking world, clinging to you like a shadow.
You start talking to yourself, just to hear a voice. At first, it's just little things-a comment on the weather, a muttered curse when you spill your coffee. But soon, the conversations become longer, more involved. You argue with yourself, trying to reason through your growing fear. You laugh at jokes that aren't funny. You ask questions, and answer them as if someone else is in the room with you.
But you're alone. And you know it.
The days drag on, each one colder and darker than the last. The food is running low, and the thought of rationing makes you feel like you're preparing for the end. You try the radio again and again, but it's always the same. Just static. A wall of sound that blocks you from the rest of the world.
You're not sure how much time has passed since you lost contact. A week? Two? The calendar on the wall seems meaningless now. All you know is that you can't keep this up much longer. The cold is seeping into your bones, and the silence is driving you mad. You catch your reflection in the window and barely recognize the gaunt, hollow-eyed man staring back at you.
One night, you hear the footsteps again. This time, they're louder, closer. You don't reach for the rifle. You don't move at all. You just sit there, staring at the door, waiting. Part of you wants to open it, to step outside and see who-or what-is out there. But another part of you knows that if you do, you might never come back.
The footsteps stop right outside the door. You hold your breath, your heart pounding so loudly it drowns out the wind. And then, the door creaks open. Slowly, inch by inch, until the darkness outside spills into the room.
You don't scream. You don't move. You just sit there, as the cold air rushes in and the darkness swallows you whole.
This is an incredible short story. Something I'd love to see expanded. There's so much to explore in this little world, so many options you could choose to expand this story. Well done!
I was adrenalized and terrified just by reading this. Bravo! Perhaps a short film is in your future? 🎥👍
@@reubenalvear1975 ready for it if somebody wants to :)
yes please! It’s really good
Snow,cold as hell,no people…..perfect! My ideal place.
maybe a few survivors...
There's something strangly cozy about being alone and isolated in a foreboding dangerous environment, yet in complete safety inside some structure in which it can be comfortably observed and experienced. The outside in these videos are always dark and mysterious, but the interiors are warm and welcoming.
I am glad it resonates with you. I always aim to create a super remote safe space, while leaving the door open for unexpected events...
Couldn't have said it better. I'm glad I'm not the only one who shares this viewpoint
Maybe I'm wrong but I really love the idea to be alone in the snowy forest in that outpost
you're not alone
I can't explain why I feel the same way. The world has gotten so much louder nowadays and I'm tired of being frequently let down by people. So I picture this in my mind and being happy. Maybe one day, if I'm lucky enough, to find a place like this.
You are not wrong ! Its great !
Until you see Jack Nicholson with an axe
@@jonathanbutcher6 😂
To me (an introvert) this is perfect!
More DARK Shadows. PLEASE. Blizzards!!!
Wonderful!
I work in a weather observation post in Canada and no joke on night shift we work alone and my office looks exactly like that. The funny thing is that this is exactly the case as I write this comment.
damn that is so cool mate!
Outpost, it's about observation, and great visual champ. Whit those threes in front, it's a hiding post
Ok love this aesthetic! Snow is so isolating.
Inside looks warm and cozy!! Being from Florida, I do not see scenes like that outside. I can take the heat far better than I can the cold but would still love to be at this outpost. I enjoy going out into a cold crisp air yes, as long as I have a warm place to come back into. Yet, another outpost I'd sign up for!! Radio chatter is great as always!!!!!
That picture is the life i want. I wish i had a radio show in my house like Art Bell did.
I want to go to there!
This is perfect, thank you.
The dark snowy setting is really cool. I just finished a Javascript coding course to your earlier work, and now my masters semester is about to start, so I'm always happy with all the content you release.
I especially like this one, AO!
this is the best ambience music and scene ı have ever seen. Keep going on guys...
thank you very much, glad you enjoy!
Amazing visuals here!
Thank you my friend!
Love the vibe
Great! Thx!
I LOVE THIS
Amazing!
ty!
I love your channel, I'm working on my IT degree and visit your videos for hours on end. You are really helping people out here! Any thoughts on making any zombie themed videos any time soon, 28 days later, dawn of the dead type stuff, that would be great!!!!!!!!!! Thank you once again, I truly mean it!
My Gawd this is beautiful. I've looked for someone to translate what I was feeling inside for eons. And by chance, I found this channel and another one similar to this one in under an hour. These sounds are absolutely gorgeous. It's the only thing I play in my home, period. Hats off to you for designing this symphony and making it available to those who appreciate this style of music. I love it. And as far as the wallpaper on your desktop, it adds that finishing touch to it. Quick question, i just have to know what each instrument is that's on the desktop picture and if they're real or not. Humor me. 😂
Thank you! On the desk it's all classified equipment I am not allowed talking about :)
This really puts me there. I wonder if there's a beneath this one (or above).
Спасибо брат за твою работу я пару твоих видео скачал чтобы кайфовать от твоих работ.
I would live there forever, winter, no people, me and my dog, a state of the art computer, internet... oh and no people.
please upload this to wallpaper engine, i'd love to have this as my background plus the sound!!!!
@@marijncat6711 how does it work?
God, I wish I was in that room.
...Minus the fact it looks like those are single pane windows and it's probably cold as shit.
yea it's an old outpost for sure,.. :) love the attention to detail!
Great as always, would it be possible to make a "no music with radiochatter version" of this one? Over the time i really found more interest in those
Thing with "no music" videos is, that you need some substitute for the music, talking of sound design. It's not like, just muting all musical elements, especially when it's a Winter scenery, where you don't even have rain as a background.
@@ambientoutpost I understand, still enjoying those and thank you for taking your time!
@@MessAtNight you‘re welcome, thanks for watching my videos!
I loved this. One day will be my turn.
Serene
I love the deep pitch groaning ones! All great! 🙂
Today I realized that some of us like myself are doomed and will alone forever. I hope the next life will be better
I totally understand. Best of luck and life to you.
Not gonna lie, I have said this same thing many times
you aren't doomed my friend. and you aren't alone.
the woods may be lovely, dark, and deep
but they aren't empty.
If we're alone together,
we aren't.
Love this one, it's cozy. I feel like the main characters are freezing out in the snow and they've been traveling for day and are on the verge of freezing to death, and then they find me at my station and I let them in, my side character ass.
I need this picture for wallpaper engine!
wallpapers are on my Patreon / Ko-fi, 4k live wallpaper is just uploading to my Patreon!
Heck, I wish that was my office. 😐
I'm fascinated to know how these scenes are made, are they completely or partially AI generated? Unreal Engine? Blender? Photographed elements put together with CG?
Seems like it's made with AI and a little animation added for the snow falling in front of the window. If you look closely at some of the details they dont make sense. As someone who tries to make nice dioramas in blender it's kinda sad ai is used for this tbh.
Can I ask how you make you ambient renders? Any suggestions on getting started in making these in terms of tutorials or courses?
@@jonathandelorenzo4142 sure! you can book a „course“‘ through my Patreon. Look up my shop page!
what ai do you use and love this music
@@BedwarChampion thank you, mainly using mj
Any info on how you got/made the background? Really curious as im making my own😅
You can book an hour with me to get some intro. Look up my Patreon: www.patreon.com/AmbientOutpost/shop/ambient-outpost-masterclass-how-to-make-270028?source=storefront
🤙🛸
Context:- It has been weeks since I had any contact with the outside world. Only 5 people managed to survive from the zombies including me in this forbidden world. The chosen 5 people are scattered in different places were they managed to make an outpost all by themselves. The Loneliness, sadness and the felling of guilt has started to strike me but I need to overcome. I need to find out the other 5 people and need to leave this forbidden place.
I came for the ambience, I stayed for the 59's and the 73's.
Fuck it, better than living in a granite hellscape of a city. I'll take it. Just give me plenty of books, coffee and a pull up bar.
I could be there but I would need two dogs at least. Otherwise I'm afraid I might hibernate. 😮😊
Is all of this, the graphic and the music, AI generated?
Glad you've asked! The base image is AI generated but manually over-worked and processed. Music is and will will never be generated by any AI on this channel, it's all self-produced.
@@ambientoutpost Thanks, and keep up the great work.
Fernando noo puedo escribir noo tiene remeto amigo muy difícil espieza espicial local muy grande