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- ะะฟัะฑะปัะบะพะฒะฐะฝะพ 21 ะปะธั 2024
Velvet Nostalgia in the Rain
The mist clung to my skin like a shroud, cool and ethereal, as I stepped forward into the forgotten ruins. The rain was a gentle patter, almost as if it hesitated to disturb the silence that had settled here for centuries. Each drop carried with it a memory, a whisper of the lives that had once thrived within these ancient walls. I could feel them, those distant echoes, brushing against me like the velvet of an old, cherished gown.
The light was dim, suffused with the deep, melancholic hues of twilight, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering of distant lanterns. I found myself drawn to the soft, golden glow emanating from a doorway, the only warmth in this sea of green and blue. It beckoned me, promising secrets long buried beneath layers of time and neglect.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the worn stone, as if the very touch would bring forth a deluge of memories too heavy to bear. But the curiosity, the longing for a past I never lived, pulled me in. My footsteps were soft, barely disturbing the thick moss that cushioned the ground, muffling the sound of my approach as if the world itself was holding its breath.
As I crossed the threshold, the air grew warmer, more alive with the scent of aged wood and the faintest trace of incense. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, faded and worn, yet still brimming with the stories of those who had once walked these halls. I could almost see them, ghostly figures moving in the periphery of my vision, engaged in conversations long forgotten, their laughter and sorrow mingling in the air around me.
There was a sense of velvet nostalgia here, an emotion that wrapped around me, soft and suffocating all at once. It was as if I had stepped into a dream, a reverie where the lines between the past and present blurred until they were indistinguishable. Every corner I turned, every corridor I wandered down, brought me closer to a feeling that I could not quite place-a longing for something just out of reach, like a melody I had once known but could no longer recall.
The rain outside continued its gentle descent, a rhythmic lullaby that added to the surreal atmosphere. I could hear it tapping against the stone, see it pooling in the crevices, washing away the dirt and grime of ages past. It was as though the ruins were being cleansed, not just of physical debris, but of the weight of memories too heavy to carry any longer.
And yet, I could not bring myself to leave. There was a comfort in the melancholy, in the soft embrace of nostalgia that the rain brought with it. It whispered to me of times gone by, of lives lived and lost, and in those whispers, I found a strange solace. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where the pain of the past could be felt but not changed, accepted but not forgotten.
As I stood at the edge of the arching bridge, looking out over the ancient structure shrouded in mist, I knew that I was not alone. The spirits of the past were with me, their presence a comforting weight on my shoulders. They were part of the ruins, as much as the stones and the ivy, and they would remain long after I had gone.
But for now, in this moment, we were together, bound by the velvet nostalgia that hung heavy in the rain-soaked air. And in that shared silence, in the echo of their stories and the whisper of the rain, I found a peace that I had not known I was searching for.
And so, I lingered, letting the rain soak through to my very soul, washing away the present, leaving only the past and the stories that would live on, whispered softly in the velvet night
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This melody is so memorable, itโs literally haunting. Iโm trying to read but this music is making me want to live and die at the same time. I want to cry, each note speaks of pain. Thank you for thisโค๏ธ
ูู ู ูุงุทุนู ุฌู ููู ูุชุฐูุจ ุจู ูุนุงูู ุงุฎุฑ โคโคโค๐
Feels like, standing alone in the darkest valley, staring at the moon with my half burn wings and my eyes full of bloody tears , Like a fallen angel ๐ฅ
โ๏ธ๐ Very nice composition. My kind of music. Thank You. ๐
sad but so beautiful
Very beautiful music
in your present now you have understood the past ...but they all have a purpose that, taken into account, to continue the future in order to fulfill the dreams of the past, the only chance of your progress and of fulfilling the absolute task of YOUR Supreme Spirit ๐ฎ
รลพasnรฉ, nรกdhernรฉ, neskuteฤnฤ krรกsnรฉ... ๐ค๐ค๐ค
Dฤkuju ๐น
Very nice to wirting๐
I really love this one!
soothing to my sleepy soul
so admirable that you were able to have this so beautiful piece, this is the start of my every day in my office, brings solace .
So beautiful โค
beautiful piece of music, iconic, and You deserve a new subscriber ๐ so you got me, my regards
This piece of music is very beautiful, I have been visiting your channel sometimes, but I liked this piece of music very much + you have a new subscriber + like โค๏ธ
Absolutamente inspirador e divino
Beautiful! You just got a new subscriber โค
Beautifuly said...โค
You will be famous soon my friend... wonderful piece ๐
Iโm so glad you enjoyed this piece, and I hope it continues to bring you joy. Sending you warm greetings and a big hug! ๐๐น
our nostalgias were so beautiful , but now they are gone , because we lost them forever , dear charlotte , when you came to us to help us in now these and those unsuitable situations of life and death in this world and universe , we are no more humans , we are gone forever , when we were in summits successions and glorious glories , while now we became nothing , unfortunately due to ancient , old , classic , medieval , modern times , we were the greatest actually , but now we became some figurative figures and nothing no more than that , how we became woke humans , while we owned world and universe once upon a time , now they will own us , there is nothing no more left behind , we lost all of them finally by our wrong siding , while we had that able to right side , but now they became our diaries of our lives and deaths , we arenโt humans , we are lost forever , unfortunately i have wished to stay strong in this life and death , now iโm lost , i wanted to stay strong , but now everything is changed , everything is changed and not the same anymore , we have to stay in that time to think about ourselves how we are lost forever since before now from the beginning until the end or from zero to infinite , how we are lost forever , why shouldnโt we build ourselves , because we lost our generations and they are no longer anymore , they are dead , they left us forever , there is no left behind , all of them are dead , we lost everything forever , they are gone because of nothing , because time was so unmerciful , they were devastated for sake of nothing , now there is no struggle or strive to revive them again , but otherwise they have been removed from faces of earth and skies , there is nothing left behind anymore , so we should come together and remove ourselves from this world and universe , because our times are gone forever , our nostalgias were so beautiful and our diaries became our life actually , long live west , glory to west , victory to west , salute to west , long live occident , glory to occident , victory to occident , salute to occident , long live europe , glory to europe , victory to europe , salute to europe , long live north america , glory to north america , victory to north america , salute to north america , long live south america , glory to south america , victory to south america , salute to south america , long live australia , glory to australia , victory to australia , salute to australia , long live south pole , glory to south pole , victory to south pole , salute to south pole , long live north pole , glory to north pole , victory to north pole , salute to north pole .
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Miss you lฤฑke crazy oh ,my darling! Come to me now .I wonder if you sent me every softly song what I listen too.โฃThank you TENEBRARUM MANUS๐น B.CELEBI (ayhancelebi's daughter)๐ซ๐ง๐ปโโ๐โ
You must help me in this Ukraine.
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