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- ะะฟัะฑะปัะบะพะฒะฐะฝะพ 7 ะปัั 2025
- #sadpiano #sadviolin #ethereal
In the dimly lit room, where shadows dance upon the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets, the Hands of Darkness find solace at the ebony and ivory keys of the piano. Their touch, gentle yet haunting, brings forth melodies that echo the depths of the night.
At times, the music they weave is as dark as the abyss, each note dripping with melancholy and longing. It resonates with the sorrowful souls wandering in the realms of twilight, a lullaby for the lost and the forsaken.
Yet, amidst the darkness, there lies a strange kind of solace. The haunting melodies wrap around the listener like a comforting shroud, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the world. There's a strange beauty in the melancholy, a tranquility born from the depths of despair.
The Hands of Darkness move effortlessly across the keys, their music a symphony of shadows and whispers. Each note holds a story untold, a journey through the darkest corners of the soul. And as the last echoes fade into the night, there is a fleeting sense of peace, a momentary embrace of the darkness that dwells within us all.
Welcome to my channel, where I unveil my unique creations-a fusion of haunting piano keys and mesmerizingly dark melodies. Each composition is a testament to my passion for crafting emotive soundscapes that delve into the depths of the soul. Join me on this enchanting journey as we explore the beauty that lies within the darkness.
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๐คThe music and artwork featured on the channel are the creative works of Tenebrarum Manus, a real composer and artist, and they are protected by copyright.
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Daughter of Flames, Mother of Shadows
When the last light of day fades and the veil of night descends, I change. Beneath this velvet gown and the halo of soft firelight, something darker blooms within me, unfurling like the black petals of a poisoned rose. They call me a princess, yet I am nothing of the sort. I am a vessel for shadows, for regrets too sharp to bury, and for a hunger I dare not name.
Winter grips the land beyond these stone walls, its icy fingers clawing at the castle windows. But here, beside the fire, I find solace. I watch the flames rise and fall, their golden dance mirroring the flicker of my own restless thoughts. Sometimes, I hum a tune-a melody older than the bricks of this ancient keep. It threads through my mind, weaving a bond with the warmth of the hearth, as if the fire alone can hold my unraveling spirit together.
But the truth is, I was never kind. Once, in the brilliance of daylight, I wore the mask well-the mask of the dutiful daughter, the gracious lady of the court. I whispered pretty lies and smiled with a sweetness that could rot a saintโs soul. My hands, now pale and slender, were stained with the ruin of others. Words, you see, can be sharper than any blade, and mine were daggers tipped with venom. I wielded them carelessly, like a child playing with fire, until I saw what destruction truly meant.
I sit here now, cloaked in the ashes of my sins. I wonder if the fire forgives me for the darkness it sees in my eyes. For when the night falls, the girl they think they know dissolves, leaving behind a creature born of silence and regret. Each night, the flame listens to my song-the same song that once lured hearts to break against the jagged rocks of my cruelty.
I wonder-if the fire dies, will it take me with it? Will the shadows consume what little light remains in my soul? Or will I sit here forever, tethered to this throne of ruin, humming my sorrow into the embers until nothing of me is left but whispers and smoke?
Really wonderful
I will live forever, because I am from the time before memory, which is ETERNITY's own humming tune.โ๏ธ
Although it contains a huge amount of sadness, it is an immortal masterpiece that will remain in memory... Thank you very much for this wonderful work
Thank You
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The sadness goes before and beyond this life !!!
Excellent! Thank you for both creating this and sharing!
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A dangerous woman, lucky if you meet her and unlucky if you lose her
Don't look for a dose of hope here, I only have a drop for me
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My pen was never a fraud, but rather it was infected
PULCHRA IMAGINUM ET SONUM