"As the time passed no people came out if their bunkers. Weird isn't it? The days have gone by and he is still roaming streets alone, poor guy, no people are with him. The ruins of buildings are everywhere, he stumbled so many times and he almost cut himself on glass shard. Little did he know everyone was dead, not only his city but the entire world. He is left alone to wonder, and wonder, and wonder...
It feels like... You are the normal man,you are the only one human who survived nuclear war,you made so much good things,but then... You feel the pain,and you know that you will die in 1 minute,you just sit on stone,thinking about your whole life... You started to cry,because if you die,there will be no more humans alive... And only then,this music starts to play...
The song is like telling you that your time has come and to just relax and wait for the inevitable. It gives a sense of calmness, peace that allows the soon to be deceased to be relaxed and to wait
For the first time in years, my mother did not sing me to sleep. She did not come to me when I cried. She did not pay any attention to my pleads. I saw her, but she didn’t see me. Sitting in my room for days, my mother not bothering to come say goodmorning or goodnight to me. I laid my eyes upon her face, ridden with sorrow. I couldn’t accept it, I wouldn’t. She was heartbroken. I could not comfort her. Watching the house fade away, watching her face disappear, I closed my eyes. And finally, I heard a song. I heard a beautiful lullaby. A mother singing to her child. Though she was not my mother, I was her child. Doomed to repeat a cycle for a world filled with her. I never saw my first mother ever again, and I miss her dearly.
@@xZephyrOfficial “o-okay papa…” the air begins to feel thick and strong. *cough cough* “ I feel sick papa!” My voice begins to go raspy, and the becomes thicker by the second making it partially impossible to breath.
Imagine being on the verge of death, this calming song plays as you lie down and accept your fate. A single tear streaking down the side of your face as you watch a small speck hit the horizon. A bright flash near blinding yet comforting as the heat of 1000 suns envelopes you and your loved ones. Gone. Reduced to ashes
Before you die... This Music will remind you of your Mother's lullaby when you were born and heard it again Before you die... Telling that your life has been the great thing you experienced...
I imagine your just sitting there watching tv sleeping or cooking and then the wave of depression hits as your country is falling apart due to a storm that will rip you in half abd this is all you hear as you peacfully decend into your grave
@Beverly Playz ♡ It may be relaxing for people but it's the sounds in the background that sound unsettling it's you opinion though and I respect it and I agree if I chose to be a grandma/mom I would definitely play this for them.
I love this so much. Imagine you go missing and this starts playing as an old pondering man is just sitting there like “oh where could they have gone to…*sigh*”
I find this a little terrifying. Imagine bombs dropping and people getting stab to this being blasted, it’s something that scares me a bit. Peace in war, you can’t find it. They made their own peace with music. Humans will always find a way, and that is what’s beautiful about this planet.
i felt like writing something to this song As I finally opened the bunker door that had been concealing me for the past 3 years, it felt so...Odd. Feeling the sun on my skin for the first time in years. I thought I might be hallucinating, but no. It was real. As I stepped out into the street I hadn't seen, but remembered so well, I could feel memories rushing back to greet me. All those fun times I had with my old friends in this neighborhood. I wondered how they were. I hadn't heard from them in 3 years. I didn't even know if they had made it into their bunkers. Perhaps they were long dead. Even if they were, it didn't matter now. I looked around, seeing a few other people come from their shelters. I was surprised anyone was left. It was three people, a young man who couldn't have been older than 21, and a woman and her daughter. The daughter looked about 6, which meant she must've only been 3 when she went in. I waved, then decided to take a walk around my old neighborhood. I hadn't seen it in a while. It seemed as if it had been a century. All the cars were old and rusted, and most of the houses looked abandoned. All the leaves on the trees were orange, and it was quite cold. I guess I had lost track of the time, all I knew was it had been three years, nothing else. Of course, I knew this neighborhood very well, but it still looked so different to me. I looked over to my left, seeing my old friends house. I had almost forgotten his name, but I think it was Tom. I didn't see Tom anywhere.. I decided to go check out his house, to see if maybe there was a bunker he might be in. Tom used to be my best friend, so naturally I wanted to see if he was alive. Though I doubted it. Once I got through a few pieces of fallen wood, I was greeted with a peculiar sight. Their house looked like it had been robbed... But something caught my eye. A silver hatch that had been slightly rusted. So, I took a deep breath, and knocked. I was sure nobody would answer, but I couldn't help myself. To my surprise, I heard a faint shuffling noise below. Suddenly, the hatch opened, and a young man came out. ``...Tom?``
This feels like my past self..This Alarm or song give me big past memories form back then it makes me cry It’s like I meet my past self.. to beautiful..
This sounds like one of 3 things A: What it probably feels like to be in the final stage of dementia before death, all the memories finally coming back as you breath your final breath B: Something you would hear in in the Backrooms in a safe level, like the poolrooms or kitty’s house, a place that’s out of place but calming C: Finally accepting death, knowing you lived a full life
This one video inspired me to write a story lol so here it is Desolate World Of Beauty The air was dense with dust and ash, and the sky was an eerie hue of orange. The world was a wasteland, a graveyard of twisted metal and crumbling concrete. And yet, amidst the ruins, there was one survivor. His name was Thomas, and he had spent the last few years living in a bunker, the only safe haven he had found in the aftermath of the nuclear war. But now, as he emerged from the bunker, he was greeted by a world that was unrecognizable. The world that Thomas had known before the nuclear war was long gone. The desolate wasteland that stretched out before him was a constant reminder of the destruction that had been wrought upon the planet. But as he explored the ruins of the once-great city, Thomas couldn't help but marvel at the peculiar, twisted shapes that had been created by the blast. There was a strange allure to the ruins that surrounded him, a reminder that even in the midst of destruction, there could be something hauntingly attractive. The steel frames of the buildings had been twisted into grotesque shapes, but there was a kind of twisted elegance to them that Thomas couldn't help but appreciate. As he walked through the empty streets, Thomas found himself drawn to the remnants of a library. The building was still standing, but barely. The walls were cracked and crumbling, and the books inside had long since been destroyed by the nuclear blast. But as Thomas stepped inside, he felt a sense of awe wash over him. The building had once been filled with knowledge and wisdom, and even in its ruined state, it still exuded a kind of grandeur that was hard to ignore. As Thomas walked through the shattered remains of the library, he felt a sense of sadness wash over him. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of knowledge had been lost in the blast, what great works of literature and science had been destroyed forever. But even in the face of such devastation, Thomas felt a sense of hope. He knew that, one day, the world would rebuild. The ruins of the cities would be replaced by new, thriving metropolises. And as he looked amidst the ruins of the library, watching the sunset turn the sky a deep shade of red, Thomas knew that he had witnessed something truly unforgettable. Thomas felt his strength beginning to fade. The radiation in the air was taking its toll on his body, and he knew that he didn't have much time left. In his last moments, he sat down amidst the ruins of the library and it was then that Thomas knew that his time had come. He closed his eyes and felt the peace of the world wash over him, a final, haunting reminder that even in the midst of destruction, there could be something strangely beautiful. And as the world faded away, Thomas knew that he had experienced something that few others ever would: the haunting beauty of a world destroyed. Edit: thank you for the positive comments i typically dont like myself too much it makes me feel a lot better about myself
The bombers tore across the sky, making an awful and loud screech. War was inevitable, the country knew it, hell the world did. The man would reach over, knocking several bottles and such over. He finally grasped the small pill bottle, popping the lid open and pouring a single pill into his hand. He put it in his mouth and laid back. He could only hope that he would remain safe during this war. He could only hope... Woken in a cold sweat, the man's heart raced as he scanned his surroundings, the remnants of a nightmare still lingering in his mind. Anxiety gripped him, knowing that war was looming on the horizon, threatening to engulf his country and the entire world. Desperate for a semblance of control, his trembling hand reached out, he moved his hand across the nightstand, to find nothing on it. His fingers soon after closed around the familiar shape of a small pill bottle. With a sigh of resignation, he twisted open the lid, the click echoing in the quiet room, and poured a solitary pill into his palm. He swallowed it hastily, hoping against hope that it would provide him with the strength and protection he needed amidst the chaos of impending conflict. He could only hope... Startled awake, the man jolted upright, his breath ragged and his eyes wide with fear. The room felt suffocating, shadows dancing ominously on the walls. In the silence of the night, the weight of impending war bore down on him, a heavy burden on his shoulders. Trembling hands reached out, not finding the melatonin pills so he looked on the ground of his room, until his fingers found solace in the cool touch of a small pill bottle. Opening it with a sense of urgency, the lid gave way with a soft, almost ominous pop, revealing a single pill nestled within. Without hesitation, he placed it on his tongue, swallowing it down in a desperate bid for some semblance of inner peace and protection. Hoping against all odds, he longed for the pill to be his guardian amidst the looming storm. He could only hope... Once again, he was awoken in fear and confusion. He instinctively reached over for the pill bottle but his hands remained longing for the familiar shape. He looked on the ground to find a mess. The framed photo of his father smashed, empty melatonin bottles all on the ground. He had realized what he had done. Once again, the bomber jets ripped apart the silence and cold of the night. Out of pure curiosity the man got up. He opened his apartment blinds to see nothing. He continued to stare, needing something. The moon wasn't lit, the city wasn't lit, his heart wasn't lit. His eyes adjusted slight, and just enough to see a large squad of bombers flying overhead. He could only hope to survive. He could only hope...
She awoke in a field of flowers. The reds pinks and oranges matching those of a sunset. She admired the beauty of them, them being all that was left of the world. She laughed and smiled, happy that she had her friends there with her, smiling and laughing too. For the flowers were her friends. Even the blues and purples were close to her. She danced and danced with them, their pure unfiltered beauty, calling out to her. As she danced and danced, she could not imagine what was truly happening. Her children just wanted mommy to be happy again. And she was happy now, for the rest of eternity. The flowers smiling faces singing and swaying with her.
As the cold and lonely man walks out of the bunker, he will soon realize that there will be nobody there for him. The only thing they played before the world went to hell was this alarm. The song got stuck in his head, being the only thing he could remember. The man got interrupted. “Oh, Scott..” His mother called. “How did this happen?” Scott couldn’t do anything out of his coma.
As you shift into an afterlife, Every emotion, every moment, everybody flashes before your eyes. If you showed this life of yours to your kids as if it were a movie, would it be an entertaining one? Would it be a movie you cry at and then laugh at later? Would it be a movie you re-watch constantly, or watch once and wish you could see it with fresh eyes? Maybe one that leaves you feeling blank, staring at the wall after seeing it. Whatever it is I'm sure it will mean something to them. And if not; Make it mean something.
As I walked the streets of a city, and had happy times with my family eating ice cream out on a bench with all the laughing and playing it all went quiet and I realized I was all alone the memories of the past still keeping me alive while I continue to walk the plains and streets of what once was my home. I continued to pass the dead and all of the destroyed lands on a quiet planet never to see anyone ever again and only to stay here and die.
Ima write a story cus why not. It was a calm day, we all were getting excited about the party going to happen in a few hours. As I watched the tele I heard my mother speak from the other room. “Don’t watch to much, you’ll get glued to it” she said. I was a young lad and didn’t mind watching a lot of television. But little did I know what was going to happen that night. Date 31/12/1999. My mother told me to put on my suit for the party, “we are going to be fed and have the time of our lives” she said smiling at me then looking at the clock. It was half a hour till the party. I put on my suit and tie. My mother looking beautiful in her rose red dress with purple flowers. “Are we ready to go” she said smiling as a tear ran down her face. She never told me that this was a goodbye party. I nodded yes and ran to the car. We arrived in time, everyone was there looking at old photos of themselves and their families. I for one was not missing out on cake. That’s when I heard it. The sweet music to my ears like I was in a wonder land, but never knowing it was the nuclear power plants about to blow up. I was a curious young lad so I wondered off and found a small house in the dirt. So I thought that was what it was. I climbed inside and saw more food and beds and even a lantern and a radio. It looked like my home, but small. Suddenly the door locked on me. Then the beautiful song ended and my mother cried as she was looking for me. She found me but it was to late the power plants had shut completely down. Now they were about to blow. She screamed for our neighbors to open the door to the bunker. But ti was locked and set to open in half an hour. She screamed and cried as she couldn’t hold me tight for the last time. All I saw was a bright light of orange and green. Blasting the back porch to shreds. I didn’t leave for a few hours because I hadn’t known if I could handle it. I finally walked out. “Mother? Where are you? Are you there?” I screamed in fear. It was hard to breathe but I continued on what seemed to be a road. I coughed trying to get use to the horrible air.. then I heard it again. The beautiful music was back. But it wasn’t nice but rather scary to me. I was scared I had to see if I was dreaming or if it was real. I picked up a piece of glass off of the ground. My hand now bleeding in pain as I now knew. I’m the last person alive. I didn’t like it and I was terrified. Who will protect me and save me from what could be alive. Thoughts ran around my head as I looked around for mother. The song has ended. I walked through the dusty wind in pain from the smoke and infected cut on my hand from the glass. I said once again. “Mother?where are you? Are you there?”. I got to the gas station as it was in shreds. I looked inside as if there would be a pile of candy or water. Just a gas mask covered in dust and burnt wood. I picked it up. In my mind I thought that if I could clean it up I’d have a nice gas mask to stop my breathing problem. I was wrong. I found some water but it was a bit grey But still got the job done. I cleaned the mask of its dust and charcoal. It was missing a filter and a glass piece. No point on using it if it’s not gonna work. I thought. I heard the music again this time closer. I walked looking at my infected hand. It was oozing with puss and blood. As the music got closer all I could see was black figures watching my every move and sound. Am I dead? I wondered. I kept walking to the sound. On my way to it I tripped on a arm of some sort, causing my to fall on a metal bar. My arm hit it first and got critically injured. I continued walking knowing that if I don’t get to the music I’ll die. I found the music and it was just a siren. A siren standing tall playing a beautiful sound. “I miss my mother” I said hoping I would hear something talk to me back. I layer there with my bruised arm, infected hand, and my lack of breathing, hoping for it to end soon and I would see my mother again……………..
I walked around the wasteland.The terrifying song was still stuck in my head.The wasteland that used to be my city stretched out for what seemed like miles.I walked into one of the small houses on the outskirts.I couldn’t even remember the name of my city.The house opened into the kitchen.In the sink a few dishes sat.I teared up as I walked to the sink.I picked up a mug.It had somehow survived.I don’t remember what.I was only ten when the music sounded and my parents called me into the basement.I tried not to remember walking into their room to find them half melted on the bed.Sighing I examined the chunk of glass missing.I put it down and walked outside.The sun was setting.I remembered Mom and Dad talking about how something was wrong with the sun when we were in the basement.Now I guess it was fine.I approached my old school.Acorn Capital High.I walked into my old classroom.I opened my old desk.My favorite book was in there.I opened another kid’s.I looked at a drawing of a tiger.It said ‘Leslie’ at the top.I remembered not liking her.I walked up to another desk and opened it.Charlie,another Brian,I think Brian was my friend.Another,Ryan I saw a book and opened it.The book read ‘Dear Diary,I was mad today so I punched Brian and that other kid.Heh I’m excited for the weekend tomorrow!!’ I wanted to sob.That was the latest entry.Ryan must’ve been looking all weekend before the alarm on Sunday.I walked to the board which read ‘Mrs.Chatson’s class news…Laps:Ryan,Lia.Leslie has an appointment Thursday.’Then some math problems were on the board.I looked out the window.It was now dark out.I layed on the floor and fell asleep. (I had to restart the song like 4 times while making this)
In the wake of destruction, he doth stand alone, Amidst the ruins of that which was once known. The end of all things, a final curtain call, Yet he hath survived, through strength and luck, he doth crawl. The weight of his survival, heavy it be, In a world so desolate, where naught doth grow free. The emptiness echoes within him each morn, As he pondereth what's left, what he is sworn.
"Strange Isin't it? It was strange to hear a familiar song Clair De Lune was playing the world felt alive but he felt dead inside so did the others because they were dead... He broke down in tears but he heard a voice his mother he saw her a ghost but behind her was 1000's of tulips but he was over filled with sadness he ran to hug his mom when he did he died, his death was perfect and peaceful to him" THE END hope you liked the story
-I'm walking around a mystery path. Was the guy right? Am I getting near death? Is he coming towards me? Hello?, I can only hear a echo. A small piano, a twisted figure, I can only make out the matte black drowning his identity. No noises, I'm getting lost in the void, I can't see anything anymore. I'm starting to hear voices. (Log end)
“Huh, how about that. All I can think to say as the bombs slowly fall from the evening sky. I watch in awe as many more follow. I didn’t expect it to be like this. No one is screaming, shouting, running. All is tranquil. I take another look at the beauty of it all. A life so short yet so full. I only made it to 20 after all.”
"After they emerged from the bunkers, Nothing was left, Family's, Memories. All gone with a single bomb,, The people wandered of what was left of their home, They could only wear their hazmat suits and hunt whatever was left alive after the explosion, The water was filthy, This is what was left, They wandered thinking about how different things could have been, Soon to die out. Soon earth would have nothing left in store for any other species to discover, Only remains of cities and homes."
As I open the doors of my bunker, I reminisce of how I ended up in this bunker. Having to go through hardships, family members dying, seeing people suffer, chaos flowing through the streets. Still wondering, how did this even happen. How did my life lead up to this. My parents told me that I could do anything in the world. But know looking at what they said…it seems that may not happen at all..
It's like you're at a beach with your loved ones, the sunset is near. Then you see a mushrom cloud appearing at the horizon, it's growing every second. You want to escape but you're stunned by the size of the cloud, you don't even hear the people around you telling you that you need to come with them, it's almost like you go into a trance, only thing you hear is this music, even though you can't be sure if it's coming from outside or your head. The time is like slowing down for you, you start to remember all the things you've done in your life, all the good and bad memories. Then everything is slowly going dark.
You find your old console and stare into it. You knew that your old console was here. You look at sad, up with tears, Knowing that you dont have battery, you just pick up the console, get your batteries that you have charged, Turn on the console, and after, You get starting the games that you have in tear, rembembering your nostalgia and having a good time. When you're starting to play the game, you see its sensor. Rembering that you were a kid, and you use to play with your brothers, and your family. You had a really great and sad time, rembembering you was a kid without job, but going to school.
as i rush to the bunker i hear the bombs behind me explode, people screaming and crying but then nothing as the bombs also come to a end but that was 4 years ago and it felt like yesterday. Now there's nothing the wild life the buildings the people are gone, i had a couple of pets that were the closest things to my heart and my heart has been gone for years but i have hope at least one is alive but its unlikely since im the only one in the streets i just wish it went back to those days playing with the neighbor hood kids but like that is ever gonna happen again.
you woken up in a world full of grey and dust, nothing to do. You hear nothing pure silence, birds aren't chirping nor the wind rushing through the leaves on trees. You wonder... is this what I deserved ? is this my reward? You fall on your knees, a tear dripping down from your cheek... why?. Building ruins everywhere, not a single person at sight, you shout the names or your loved ones... but no respond... that's strange? they were in their bunkers but... there's nothing in them You wonder….. why? Why isn't anyone responding. You wonder.....why?
The man walks into the giant old underground ruin with the child. The child’s eyes look around with wonder but the man’s eyes look down with regret. The child notices the expression on the man’s face “are you ok?” He asks. The man continues to stare at one of the many stone tiles 5 paces ahead of him. “What is this place” the child asks trying to get a reaction from the man. There was only one word that the man could use to describe this place. He inhales deeply in his sorrows and exhales, “Home”
i like reading the stories. here. wrote one myself. fells nastagic even if i never heard it in my younger years. deprssing yet calming. scary yet understanding. only 4 minute but feels ever lasting.
Let’s have story time There was a young boy who was with his family and he heard this and so did his family. They left to go to their bunker, the world seemed to be ending. Crowds clamored and screaming and running. Fire was burning the world. The gunshots were heard from inside of the bunker. The boy and his family were scared. They had a scarce amount of food. The little boy cried in the corner from fear. Soon the screams were silenced. The father looked outside of the bunker door and saw blood puddles. People dying. No more people were left it seemed. The father went out for food. And he never returned to the bunker. Now it was just the boy, his mom, and his sister. Weeks passed. Food was low. The sister being the second youngest and biggest. They decided to eat her. Now all that was left was the boy and her mother and parts of her sister. The world was still burning. They were the only ones left. What did they have to do? The mother went out for water. The boy heard a gunshot. Now she was dead. Now he was the only one left. He was dehydrated. He went out and accepted his fate. He was shot dead. No more people were left. Just the people who were shooting each other. The murderers shot themselves. Now absolutely no person was left anymore. The world soaked in blood. Nothing left of it. The world just seemed to end.
I can't tell you how many times I've listened to this while crying myself to sleep I've been having a rough year this has helped me a little thank you for making this
"Oh had the world changed so much, it almost pains me to no end. I truly pity this country." Velamine murmured under the mask of a white crow. The city tower he stood on top of, birds flooded the sky, flying west from where he remained still. "What a shame. This world died out too early." His monotone voice becoming more mute word by word. He continued to spectate the flood of aves in the sky. Just right until a crow flew by- so close to him that he could see every little detail of it's eyes and feather. It held on tight to something. Velamine felt his eyes starting to sting at the realization, he was alone. Those birds were his only company now. Along with the masks that represented all his cherished friends that he made along his short endeavor. Sparrow, Finch, Raven. The sky grew only more dull as time flew by. "I wish that I could've done more. But this place was sentenced to death the moment it became one with the rest. I bid all of you goodbye." Velamine reached for his crow mask, taking it off and tossing it into the sky. Watching as a newly found flock of the raven family took a hold of it and flew away. Waving goodbye to the wasteland of a planet, he turned around. Disintegrating into the ashes of time. The world he fought so much for, his only purpose- no longer existed. 'So why should he.'
This feels like a scene in a movie where the audio is cut off and this music plays as the main character is crying while being taken away from a person sacrificing their lives for that character
they tried. they wished it could happen. but too late, too late. the memories may come, but never leave. it’s a burning reminder of our loved ones. till this day, memories of fateful days still don’t fade. they will live on.
As I quietly was sitting in my bunker, I noticed a zombie coming towards me. I tried to remain calm and grabbed one of my weapons to defend myself. “Wait!!” the zombie cried out. It sounded like my old friend Lana who had been infected when the apocalypse started 3 years ago. I was surprised and very emotional. “L-Lana…?” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah. It’s me. Come with me. I have somebody who you might want to see.” she said holding out her hand to me. I grabbed her hand and walked for many hours with her as I reminisced about the good old days where the world was much better and I was a normal person. It made me even more emotional than a few hours ago when I discovered that Lana was somehow not feral anymore and remembered me. As we walked together, she took me to a wooded area that I had never been too. Although I was very nervous, she reassured me that she wouldn’t do me any harm. As we traversed through, I noticed a light source and as we walked towards it, we saw something. It wasn’t just a light source, it was a city. All of my friends and family were there and welcomed me and Lana in with open arms. A few minutes later, Lana tells me something. She says, “We won. The apocalypse is over, the infected have been cured, and society can replenish.” I, being overcome with many emotions, cried while hugging her. As we hugged, everyone played this song for us and didn’t say a word. They were also moved to tears. We all hugged together for the very first time in 3 years. Finally, we don’t have to live in fear because we are cured.
It’s been 15 years since the nuke dropped, after a few months people started to get sick from the radiation some how, miraculously I didn’t get sick. After a few months the electricity got cut off, at this point there’s just me and 3 of my friends. As time passes by, all my friends got sick from the radiation. Now I’m alone in the bunker.. Until one day a building fell down on the bunker, it created a hole which allowed me to get out of the bunker, as I got out I knew that there weren’t gonna be anyone except fallen buildings, and a whole giant crater. I started collecting materials, then I made tools so i could survive. After a few months I build a house, I planted plants. But as time went on I got sick from the radiation. Now I just sit around and wait till it was my time to go..
I woke up from my nap because i didn't feel well mother and father were out of the bunker all i heard was silence i got out and saw 2 skeletons on their knees wearing the clothes of my mother and father . I didnt even cry ,i wasn't sad mad stressed or happy i was stuck emotionally and then i started to walk for no reason it was just blank quietness my ears started to ring thinking that no one was alive but i was optimistic about humanity thinking about what life gave me and was happy with my choices in life and all i saw was a car on the horizin it was a military hummer i started to cry for no reason.
The city seemed endless yet so alone. It seemed that everybody had disappeared. All i could remember were the smells off char and my dogs barking...my eyes were filled with light. I needed more food , water and....contact. I moved from one bunker to another calling out "Lucas? Buddy are you in there?" Nothing...i thought to myself "How much time has passed....it may have been days or even weeks...hell maybe years......but why haven't i given up on finding my dog?". That's when i heard it...a bark! Lucas could be some where here. I looked around and kept calling his name.....barks over and over again.....i knew it was most likely me going mad but....no not yet this is the closest iv'e gotten to Lucas. I cant just let me thinking i'm mad make me stop. I stopped thinking. I took whatever food or water was close to me in that bunker and ran out following the barks. Until.....it turned to soft music....i felt so sad yet....so peaceful. I wondered will i ever find Lucas or am i just running in circles. i was so lost in thought. But then i heard it...a voice! a human voice! i quickly started running around. Then i heard what it was saying...."Stop running.....its time to move on." I started crying.....it was mom.......i could smell my favorite breakfast...i could feel Lucas's fur rubbing on my body yet...when i opened my eyes there was nothing there but...a boat. I once again heard my mother say something. "Go my child....you have enough supplies go to the flower field" The flower field.......I remember it now. There were sirens.....the bomb...the war truly did reach our small island nation...."Why?" I thought "Why? Why?! JUST WHY?! Our country didn't do anything yet it was taken away....all those lives , gone" . I then remembered. " If you are close to any dock or bunker please head there immediately. If you go it the dock please take a boat and and head to The Flower Field". The Flower Field...the most peaceful place on earth. I took the boat and packed on the bag of supplies i was carrying. As i headed off to for all i knew could have been a myth or have been destroyed in the war.....this was my only chance....even if i were to die maybe i could die in the most peacefully......as i head off from the small island...i look back. I see a bright and green island full of life....all the citizens waving good bye. I could even see Lucas just staring at me sadly. It looked like he didn't want me to go. But everybody else did. Hell even i did. A few.....well i don't know how long it had been....my supplies ran out...i felt as if i would never get there... "Did it even exist?". My thoughts were stopped by a bump. I had reached it...THE FLOWER FIELD! yet...my supplies were gone...i was tired....i couldn't sleep at all while i was on the boat..i kept paddling day and night...i was hungry...thirsty. Yet none of those mattered...i felt completely new. I lied down on the flowers. Slowly but surely i felt my self drifting off to sleep. One that i would never wake up from. Yet i was okay with that.......i knew that i could never get back up....i just wished this dream would be better then my life......
Gosh it's so weird. No one comes out of that building down the street by the park. My aunt once spent a week in that place. She texted my family, all of us, that she'd meet us by the corner of the waterfall at 12:00 sharp. She never came. Ended up calling the cops. They went and looked around the building but saw nothing. It's like she just disappeared. Just like the other 20 people did. I miss her. But is she really gone? I saw her outside my room the other day. Funny that it was 12:00 at night. She was peaking her head in but all I could see was her hair. But soon she scooted into my room. I could now see her face. Her eyes bloodshot and her neck torn. I could faintly see her veins and blood coming out of her neck. It's just like the person standing right outside of your doorway. Don't you see her. Come on, look at your door. Look away from your phone for a moment. See her now? I don't think her really died. Actually, I think she is peaking through your window. I'm glad I got to see her
You are alone in an unfamiliar area, your comrades are dead as you see the never-ending hordes coming with no hope you slowly just rest as the grenade goes off you think back to the good old days you had fun with friends you partied with your comrades all having fun but now their gone there is no way of getting them back you lay back as the grenade goes off.
not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke not making an ULTRAKILL™ joke MANKIND IS DEAD BLOOD IS FUEL HELL IS FULL (me and the boys on the way to drink the blood of the funny red robot)
First
Why do people comment this 💀
I know, why?
Bro
there is qlot of reason why this should be pinned
@@Sean37fox IDK?
"As the time passed no people came out if their bunkers. Weird isn't it? The days have gone by and he is still roaming streets alone, poor guy, no people are with him. The ruins of buildings are everywhere, he stumbled so many times and he almost cut himself on glass shard. Little did he know everyone was dead, not only his city but the entire world. He is left alone to wonder, and wonder, and wonder...
Beautifully cryptic
@@baneenie.3913 Thank you
Bro…🙃
It feels like...
You are the normal man,you are the only one human who survived nuclear war,you made so much good things,but then...
You feel the pain,and you know that you will die in 1 minute,you just sit on stone,thinking about your whole life...
You started to cry,because if you die,there will be no more humans alive...
And only then,this music starts to play...
@@Rasimlol1380" I was waiting for someone to duet me this :3
The song is like telling you that your time has come and to just relax and wait for the inevitable. It gives a sense of calmness, peace that allows the soon to be deceased to be relaxed and to wait
its also like telling you its fake because countries dont use friggin music as their eas alarms
Oh so this song tell us relax?
@@shadowbonnie3930yes
Exactly
@@ZacharySkan Calm Dude.
Be Calm.
it literally said be calm.
A calm relaxing Music or Eas Alarm
this feels like the feeling of knowing i am about to die, but feeling euphoric and enlightened as the world fades into nothing. Just me.
no
real
@@SammyyNicolmao yall got the same pfp but yours has a raised eyebrow
@@lowkeydiegoduran4724hahaha yeah
This man is speaking straight facts
OKAY FOR ANYBODY WHO DOESNT ALREADY KNOW THIS IS AN ACTUAL SONG
It’s called Clair De Lune by Claude Debussy
Thank you!👍
“Drop gun box”
i was just about to say that
Debussy😏
Debussy always finish with debussy
CLAUDE WHAT NOW.
Even after the explosion... it just played on... the sirens melody... I can't stop hearing it...
WAIT. ITS THE ACTUAL ALARM? ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL EVERYONE?
@@6feetunder-no
Flip It music
For the first time in years, my mother did not sing me to sleep. She did not come to me when I cried. She did not pay any attention to my pleads. I saw her, but she didn’t see me. Sitting in my room for days, my mother not bothering to come say goodmorning or goodnight to me. I laid my eyes upon her face, ridden with sorrow.
I couldn’t accept it, I wouldn’t. She was heartbroken. I could not comfort her. Watching the house fade away, watching her face disappear, I closed my eyes. And finally, I heard a song. I heard a beautiful lullaby. A mother singing to her child. Though she was not my mother, I was her child. Doomed to repeat a cycle for a world filled with her. I never saw my first mother ever again, and I miss her dearly.
I actually started cryng while reading this. Thank you
"It's... Over? No... It can't be. It's but started for you, little one."
“D-dad? What are you talking about? And and where’s mom?”
@@YourToast"Mom's not with us anymore son, But dont worry me and grandpa and grandma are with you."
@@xZephyrOfficial “o-okay papa…” the air begins to feel thick and strong. *cough cough* “ I feel sick papa!” My voice begins to go raspy, and the becomes thicker by the second making it partially impossible to breath.
@@YourToast "Wear this mask and go run to the car, im bringing grandma and grandpa. we are getting out of this country."
@@xZephyrOfficial “mhm” the mask muffles my my voice making a simple ‘yes papa!’ Into a “mhm, mhmh!”
"we will see each other again."
"sent 9 years ago."
Did people know that this music is used for entirely wholesome videos and sad videos.
Imagine being on the verge of death, this calming song plays as you lie down and accept your fate. A single tear streaking down the side of your face as you watch a small speck hit the horizon. A bright flash near blinding yet comforting as the heat of 1000 suns envelopes you and your loved ones. Gone. Reduced to ashes
imagine you're in Panama 1999 hearing this in the middle of the night and you hear explosions
The "everything is about to be erased from existence" EAS alarm
Music that makes you cry for nostalgia
ah yes, I remember the days when all of the kids in Panama would get kidnapped, great times.
@@Guyliftsstuff I am one of the kidnapped kids! Ahh, great memories 🥲
“We did it. He saved the world! But he didn’t get to see it” sad words.
This sounds like a lullaby. 💀
Before you die... This Music will remind you of your Mother's lullaby when you were born and heard it again Before you die... Telling that your life has been the great thing you experienced...
It's clair de lune by Charles debussy
@@yourfavoritepot6285 Claude.
@@UA-camHatesJapaneseLetters96 they probably got autocorrected or something
Bro I literally use this to put me to sleep and it works well
I imagine your just sitting there watching tv sleeping or cooking and then the wave of depression hits as your country is falling apart due to a storm that will rip you in half abd this is all you hear as you peacfully decend into your grave
The Panama EAS alarm is scary but super relaxing at the same time
@Beverly Playz ♡ It may be relaxing for people but it's the sounds in the background that sound unsettling it's you opinion though and I respect it and I agree if I chose to be a grandma/mom I would definitely play this for them.
@Beverly Playz ♡ thank you for respecting my opinion too have a fabulous day
It's not scary
@@DazaiOsammu read the replies I sent to @Beverly Playz ☆
@@DazaiOsammuit's unsettling
I love this so much. Imagine you go missing and this starts playing as an old pondering man is just sitting there like “oh where could they have gone to…*sigh*”
I find this a little terrifying. Imagine bombs dropping and people getting stab to this being blasted, it’s something that scares me a bit. Peace in war, you can’t find it. They made their own peace with music. Humans will always find a way, and that is what’s beautiful about this planet.
i felt like writing something to this song
As I finally opened the bunker door that had been concealing me for the past 3 years, it felt so...Odd. Feeling the sun on my skin for the first time in years. I thought I might be hallucinating, but no. It was real.
As I stepped out into the street I hadn't seen, but remembered so well, I could feel memories rushing back to greet me. All those fun times I had with my old friends in this neighborhood. I wondered how they were. I hadn't heard from them in 3 years. I didn't even know if they had made it into their bunkers. Perhaps they were long dead.
Even if they were, it didn't matter now. I looked around, seeing a few other people come from their shelters. I was surprised anyone was left. It was three people, a young man who couldn't have been older than 21, and a woman and her daughter. The daughter looked about 6, which meant she must've only been 3 when she went in.
I waved, then decided to take a walk around my old neighborhood. I hadn't seen it in a while. It seemed as if it had been a century. All the cars were old and rusted, and most of the houses looked abandoned.
All the leaves on the trees were orange, and it was quite cold. I guess I had lost track of the time, all I knew was it had been three years, nothing else.
Of course, I knew this neighborhood very well, but it still looked so different to me. I looked over to my left, seeing my old friends house. I had almost forgotten his name, but I think it was Tom. I didn't see Tom anywhere..
I decided to go check out his house, to see if maybe there was a bunker he might be in. Tom used to be my best friend, so naturally I wanted to see if he was alive. Though I doubted it.
Once I got through a few pieces of fallen wood, I was greeted with a peculiar sight. Their house looked like it had been robbed... But something caught my eye. A silver hatch that had been slightly rusted. So, I took a deep breath, and knocked. I was sure nobody would answer, but I couldn't help myself.
To my surprise, I heard a faint shuffling noise below. Suddenly, the hatch opened, and a young man came out.
``...Tom?``
I like this, u earned a sub
@Decent Mortal thank u sir/ma'am
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@@edu_dudu4101 uhh
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i love this so muchhh and the fact that there’s a dude named tom in panamá makes it 10x better
This feels like my past self..This Alarm or song give me big past memories form back then it makes me cry
It’s like I meet my past self.. to beautiful..
Fells like everything is fading away 😢
dont woory
@@Fnafbonnie1153 thank you for reminding me everything will be alright fnaf boonie
This sounds like one of 3 things
A: What it probably feels like to be in the final stage of dementia before death, all the memories finally coming back as you breath your final breath
B: Something you would hear in in the Backrooms in a safe level, like the poolrooms or kitty’s house, a place that’s out of place but calming
C: Finally accepting death, knowing you lived a full life
this is beautiful, I always thought this was a musical score not an alarm
same
the life crisis soundtrack is pretty fire ngl.
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This one video inspired me to write a story lol so here it is
Desolate World Of Beauty
The air was dense with dust and ash, and the sky was an eerie hue of orange. The world was a wasteland, a graveyard of twisted metal and crumbling concrete. And yet, amidst the ruins, there was one survivor. His name was Thomas, and he had spent the last few years living in a bunker, the only safe haven he had found in the aftermath of the nuclear war. But now, as he emerged from the bunker, he was greeted by a world that was unrecognizable.
The world that Thomas had known before the nuclear war was long gone. The desolate wasteland that stretched out before him was a constant reminder of the destruction that had been wrought upon the planet. But as he explored the ruins of the once-great city, Thomas couldn't help but marvel at the peculiar, twisted shapes that had been created by the blast.
There was a strange allure to the ruins that surrounded him, a reminder that even in the midst of destruction, there could be something hauntingly attractive. The steel frames of the buildings had been twisted into grotesque shapes, but there was a kind of twisted elegance to them that Thomas couldn't help but appreciate.
As he walked through the empty streets, Thomas found himself drawn to the remnants of a library. The building was still standing, but barely. The walls were cracked and crumbling, and the books inside had long since been destroyed by the nuclear blast. But as Thomas stepped inside, he felt a sense of awe wash over him.
The building had once been filled with knowledge and wisdom, and even in its ruined state, it still exuded a kind of grandeur that was hard to ignore. As Thomas walked through the shattered remains of the library, he felt a sense of sadness wash over him. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of knowledge had been lost in the blast, what great works of literature and science had been destroyed forever.
But even in the face of such devastation, Thomas felt a sense of hope. He knew that, one day, the world would rebuild. The ruins of the cities would be replaced by new, thriving metropolises. And as he looked amidst the ruins of the library, watching the sunset turn the sky a deep shade of red, Thomas knew that he had witnessed something truly unforgettable.
Thomas felt his strength beginning to fade. The radiation in the air was taking its toll on his body, and he knew that he didn't have much time left. In his last moments, he sat down amidst the ruins of the library and it was then that Thomas knew that his time had come. He closed his eyes and felt the peace of the world wash over him, a final, haunting reminder that even in the midst of destruction, there could be something strangely beautiful. And as the world faded away, Thomas knew that he had experienced something that few others ever would: the haunting beauty of a world destroyed.
Edit: thank you for the positive comments i typically dont like myself too much it makes me feel a lot better about myself
This is beautiful bro
@@lovmyhat-dp6tw thank you
The funny thing is that my real name is thomas. And this is very beautiful
Stay safe
@@spamtong.senpai3444 that is funny lol and thank you
Dude I love this. maybe I’ll write a book like this. I love your story
It's like im floating into a dark, black, endless void outside of the universe while i remember every happy memory of my whole life, crying to sleep.
The bombers tore across the sky, making an awful and loud screech. War was inevitable, the country knew it, hell the world did. The man would reach over, knocking several bottles and such over. He finally grasped the small pill bottle, popping the lid open and pouring a single pill into his hand. He put it in his mouth and laid back. He could only hope that he would remain safe during this war. He could only hope...
Woken in a cold sweat, the man's heart raced as he scanned his surroundings, the remnants of a nightmare still lingering in his mind. Anxiety gripped him, knowing that war was looming on the horizon, threatening to engulf his country and the entire world. Desperate for a semblance of control, his trembling hand reached out, he moved his hand across the nightstand, to find nothing on it. His fingers soon after closed around the familiar shape of a small pill bottle. With a sigh of resignation, he twisted open the lid, the click echoing in the quiet room, and poured a solitary pill into his palm. He swallowed it hastily, hoping against hope that it would provide him with the strength and protection he needed amidst the chaos of impending conflict. He could only hope...
Startled awake, the man jolted upright, his breath ragged and his eyes wide with fear. The room felt suffocating, shadows dancing ominously on the walls. In the silence of the night, the weight of impending war bore down on him, a heavy burden on his shoulders. Trembling hands reached out, not finding the melatonin pills so he looked on the ground of his room, until his fingers found solace in the cool touch of a small pill bottle. Opening it with a sense of urgency, the lid gave way with a soft, almost ominous pop, revealing a single pill nestled within. Without hesitation, he placed it on his tongue, swallowing it down in a desperate bid for some semblance of inner peace and protection. Hoping against all odds, he longed for the pill to be his guardian amidst the looming storm. He could only hope...
Once again, he was awoken in fear and confusion. He instinctively reached over for the pill bottle but his hands remained longing for the familiar shape. He looked on the ground to find a mess. The framed photo of his father smashed, empty melatonin bottles all on the ground. He had realized what he had done.
Once again, the bomber jets ripped apart the silence and cold of the night. Out of pure curiosity the man got up. He opened his apartment blinds to see nothing. He continued to stare, needing something. The moon wasn't lit, the city wasn't lit, his heart wasn't lit. His eyes adjusted slight, and just enough to see a large squad of bombers flying overhead. He could only hope to survive. He could only hope...
Dude that was deep
Jeez that was depressing
This feels like a song that would play at 6:50 AM on a cloudy beach, with the waves being relaxing as ever.
She awoke in a field of flowers. The reds pinks and oranges matching those of a sunset. She admired the beauty of them, them being all that was left of the world. She laughed and smiled, happy that she had her friends there with her, smiling and laughing too. For the flowers were her friends. Even the blues and purples were close to her. She danced and danced with them, their pure unfiltered beauty, calling out to her. As she danced and danced, she could not imagine what was truly happening. Her children just wanted mommy to be happy again. And she was happy now, for the rest of eternity. The flowers smiling faces singing and swaying with her.
For those who don’t know the kids put her antidepressants (a lot) into her evening wine
As the cold and lonely man walks out of the bunker, he will soon realize that there will be nobody there for him. The only thing they played before the world went to hell was this alarm. The song got stuck in his head, being the only thing he could remember.
The man got interrupted.
“Oh, Scott..” His mother called.
“How did this happen?”
Scott couldn’t do anything out of his coma.
This music is so peaceful… I just wanna sleep… Dreamcore/Nostalgic
As you shift into an afterlife, Every emotion, every moment, everybody flashes before your eyes. If you showed this life of yours to your kids as if it were a movie, would it be an entertaining one? Would it be a movie you cry at and then laugh at later? Would it be a movie you re-watch constantly, or watch once and wish you could see it with fresh eyes? Maybe one that leaves you feeling blank, staring at the wall after seeing it.
Whatever it is
I'm sure it will mean something to them.
And if not;
Make it mean something.
This is by far the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, I can't describe it.
As I walked the streets of a city, and had happy times with my family eating ice cream out on a bench with all the laughing and playing it all went quiet and I realized I was all alone the memories of the past still keeping me alive while I continue to walk the plains and streets of what once was my home. I continued to pass the dead and all of the destroyed lands on a quiet planet never to see anyone ever again and only to stay here and die.
Ima write a story cus why not.
It was a calm day, we all were getting excited about the party going to happen in a few hours. As I watched the tele I heard my mother speak from the other room. “Don’t watch to much, you’ll get glued to it” she said. I was a young lad and didn’t mind watching a lot of television. But little did I know what was going to happen that night. Date 31/12/1999. My mother told me to put on my suit for the party, “we are going to be fed and have the time of our lives” she said smiling at me then looking at the clock. It was half a hour till the party. I put on my suit and tie. My mother looking beautiful in her rose red dress with purple flowers. “Are we ready to go” she said smiling as a tear ran down her face. She never told me that this was a goodbye party. I nodded yes and ran to the car. We arrived in time, everyone was there looking at old photos of themselves and their families. I for one was not missing out on cake. That’s when I heard it. The sweet music to my ears like I was in a wonder land, but never knowing it was the nuclear power plants about to blow up. I was a curious young lad so I wondered off and found a small house in the dirt. So I thought that was what it was. I climbed inside and saw more food and beds and even a lantern and a radio. It looked like my home, but small. Suddenly the door locked on me. Then the beautiful song ended and my mother cried as she was looking for me. She found me but it was to late the power plants had shut completely down. Now they were about to blow. She screamed for our neighbors to open the door to the bunker. But ti was locked and set to open in half an hour. She screamed and cried as she couldn’t hold me tight for the last time. All I saw was a bright light of orange and green. Blasting the back porch to shreds. I didn’t leave for a few hours because I hadn’t known if I could handle it. I finally walked out. “Mother? Where are you? Are you there?” I screamed in fear. It was hard to breathe but I continued on what seemed to be a road. I coughed trying to get use to the horrible air.. then I heard it again. The beautiful music was back. But it wasn’t nice but rather scary to me. I was scared I had to see if I was dreaming or if it was real. I picked up a piece of glass off of the ground. My hand now bleeding in pain as I now knew. I’m the last person alive. I didn’t like it and I was terrified. Who will protect me and save me from what could be alive. Thoughts ran around my head as I looked around for mother. The song has ended. I walked through the dusty wind in pain from the smoke and infected cut on my hand from the glass. I said once again. “Mother?where are you? Are you there?”. I got to the gas station as it was in shreds. I looked inside as if there would be a pile of candy or water. Just a gas mask covered in dust and burnt wood. I picked it up. In my mind I thought that if I could clean it up I’d have a nice gas mask to stop my breathing problem. I was wrong. I found some water but it was a bit grey
But still got the job done. I cleaned the mask of its dust and charcoal. It was missing a filter and a glass piece. No point on using it if it’s not gonna work. I thought. I heard the music again this time closer. I walked looking at my infected hand. It was oozing with puss and blood. As the music got closer all I could see was black figures watching my every move and sound. Am I dead? I wondered. I kept walking to the sound. On my way to it I tripped on a arm of some sort, causing my to fall on a metal bar. My arm hit it first and got critically injured. I continued walking knowing that if I don’t get to the music I’ll die. I found the music and it was just a siren. A siren standing tall playing a beautiful sound. “I miss my mother” I said hoping I would hear something talk to me back. I layer there with my bruised arm, infected hand, and my lack of breathing, hoping for it to end soon and I would see my mother again……………..
Read this when you put the song back at 0:00 do it matches with the story
I walked around the wasteland.The terrifying song was still stuck in my head.The wasteland that used to be my city stretched out for what seemed like miles.I walked into one of the small houses on the outskirts.I couldn’t even remember the name of my city.The house opened into the kitchen.In the sink a few dishes sat.I teared up as I walked to the sink.I picked up a mug.It had somehow survived.I don’t remember what.I was only ten when the music sounded and my parents called me into the basement.I tried not to remember walking into their room to find them half melted on the bed.Sighing I examined the chunk of glass missing.I put it down and walked outside.The sun was setting.I remembered Mom and Dad talking about how something was wrong with the sun when we were in the basement.Now I guess it was fine.I approached my old school.Acorn Capital High.I walked into my old classroom.I opened my old desk.My favorite book was in there.I opened another kid’s.I looked at a drawing of a tiger.It said ‘Leslie’ at the top.I remembered not liking her.I walked up to another desk and opened it.Charlie,another Brian,I think Brian was my friend.Another,Ryan I saw a book and opened it.The book read ‘Dear Diary,I was mad today so I punched Brian and that other kid.Heh I’m excited for the weekend tomorrow!!’ I wanted to sob.That was the latest entry.Ryan must’ve been looking all weekend before the alarm on Sunday.I walked to the board which read ‘Mrs.Chatson’s class news…Laps:Ryan,Lia.Leslie has an appointment Thursday.’Then some math problems were on the board.I looked out the window.It was now dark out.I layed on the floor and fell asleep.
(I had to restart the song like 4 times while making this)
Same for mine
it took me 1 hour.....i need help
Yours is my favorite
I really fking hate the part where it talks about them being half melted.
In the wake of destruction, he doth stand alone,
Amidst the ruins of that which was once known.
The end of all things, a final curtain call,
Yet he hath survived, through strength and luck, he doth crawl.
The weight of his survival, heavy it be,
In a world so desolate, where naught doth grow free.
The emptiness echoes within him each morn,
As he pondereth what's left, what he is sworn.
This sounds like Shakespeare
Very poetic, subscribing
@@decentmortal3789 Thank you.
You almost posted this on my birthday
When i hear this song it makes me remember good old memories and things I i miss😭😭
"Strange Isin't it? It was strange to hear a familiar song Clair De Lune was playing the world felt alive but he felt dead inside so did the others because they were dead... He broke down in tears but he heard a voice his mother he saw her a ghost but behind her was 1000's of tulips but he was over filled with sadness he ran to hug his mom when he did he died, his death was perfect and peaceful to him" THE END hope you liked the story
I am getting goosebumps after hearing this wow🥲
-I'm walking around a mystery path. Was the guy right? Am I getting near death? Is he coming towards me? Hello?, I can only hear a echo. A small piano, a twisted figure, I can only make out the matte black drowning his identity. No noises, I'm getting lost in the void, I can't see anything anymore. I'm starting to hear voices. (Log end)
“Huh, how about that. All I can think to say as the bombs slowly fall from the evening sky. I watch in awe as many more follow. I didn’t expect it to be like this. No one is screaming, shouting, running. All is tranquil. I take another look at the beauty of it all. A life so short yet so full. I only made it to 20 after all.”
"After they emerged from the bunkers, Nothing was left, Family's, Memories. All gone with a single bomb,, The people wandered of what was left of their home, They could only wear their hazmat suits and hunt whatever was left alive after the explosion, The water was filthy, This is what was left, They wandered thinking about how different things could have been, Soon to die out. Soon earth would have nothing left in store for any other species to discover, Only remains of cities and homes."
Very relaxing☺️
Everyone came out their buildings and poor people was helped
Great song it’s calming and relaxing when it rains😌
I think the last flight of the Concorde would suit this song. The aviation community has always been somewhat my home.
The song is basically Clare de lune by Debussy with TONS or reverb it still sounds good
@@lilliecook420 thanks for that, it sounds really good
Kk!
*Emotions have been unlocked!*
As I open the doors of my bunker, I reminisce of how I ended up in this bunker. Having to go through hardships, family members dying, seeing people suffer, chaos flowing through the streets. Still wondering, how did this even happen. How did my life lead up to this. My parents told me that I could do anything in the world. But know looking at what they said…it seems that may not happen at all..
What plays on my head when I feel sad
This was alarm makes me feel like I’m in a never ending ocean floating around not fearing of what’s to come, it’s just calm waves and peace.
I would love to hear this at night lol
Me too
@@IL_29625 same😢
"Are we gonna survive?" "I'm sure we'll survive. I promise."
This music is to remember our beautiful moments 😞💗
To me, this music is to make me cry bc of fear
Why am I vibing to this. Watching for the second time, first heard it at like 3:20 am. Easily though the most eerily calming eas alarm
It's like you're at a beach with your loved ones, the sunset is near. Then you see a mushrom cloud appearing at the horizon, it's growing every second. You want to escape but you're stunned by the size of the cloud, you don't even hear the people around you telling you that you need to come with them, it's almost like you go into a trance, only thing you hear is this music, even though you can't be sure if it's coming from outside or your head. The time is like slowing down for you, you start to remember all the things you've done in your life, all the good and bad memories. Then everything is slowly going dark.
This is just clair de lune but in heaven
But etheral
That’s not an eas alarm… that is a tone of a music of a legacy… 😦💖🩵
10 out of 10 kinda made me cry
this is relaxing
You find your old console and stare into it.
You knew that your old console was here.
You look at sad, up with tears,
Knowing that you dont have battery, you just pick up the console, get your batteries that you have charged, Turn on the console, and after, You get starting the games that you have in tear, rembembering your nostalgia and having a good time. When you're starting to play the game, you see its sensor. Rembering that you were a kid, and you use to play with your brothers, and your family. You had a really great and sad time, rembembering you was a kid without job, but going to school.
as i rush to the bunker i hear the bombs behind me explode, people screaming and crying but then nothing as the bombs also come to a end but that was 4 years ago and it felt like yesterday. Now there's nothing the wild life the buildings the people are gone, i had a couple of pets that were the closest things to my heart and my heart has been gone for years but i have hope at least one is alive but its unlikely since im the only one in the streets i just wish it went back to those days playing with the neighbor hood kids but like that is ever gonna happen again.
Nostalgic. Reminds me of last years fun I had. The memories 😢
Look the sky with stars, the good old times
you woken up in a world full of grey and dust, nothing to do. You hear nothing pure silence, birds aren't chirping nor the wind rushing through the leaves on trees. You wonder... is this what I deserved ? is this my reward? You fall on your knees, a tear dripping down from your cheek... why?. Building ruins everywhere, not a single person at sight, you shout the names or your loved ones... but no respond... that's strange? they were in their bunkers but... there's nothing in them You wonder….. why? Why isn't anyone responding. You wonder.....why?
I herd this in my nightmare 😭
The siren reminded me alone, as if on chilly evenings you write the most ingenious requests in Google
The man walks into the giant old underground ruin with the child. The child’s eyes look around with wonder but the man’s eyes look down with regret. The child notices the expression on the man’s face “are you ok?” He asks. The man continues to stare at one of the many stone tiles 5 paces ahead of him. “What is this place” the child asks trying to get a reaction from the man. There was only one word that the man could use to describe this place. He inhales deeply in his sorrows and exhales, “Home”
i like reading the stories. here. wrote one myself. fells nastagic even if i never heard it in my younger years. deprssing yet calming. scary yet understanding. only 4 minute but feels ever lasting.
Let’s have story time
There was a young boy who was with his family and he heard this and so did his family.
They left to go to their bunker, the world seemed to be ending.
Crowds clamored and screaming and running.
Fire was burning the world.
The gunshots were heard from inside of the bunker.
The boy and his family were scared.
They had a scarce amount of food.
The little boy cried in the corner from fear.
Soon the screams were silenced.
The father looked outside of the bunker door and saw blood puddles.
People dying.
No more people were left it seemed.
The father went out for food.
And he never returned to the bunker.
Now it was just the boy, his mom, and his sister.
Weeks passed.
Food was low.
The sister being the second youngest and biggest.
They decided to eat her.
Now all that was left was the boy and her mother and parts of her sister.
The world was still burning.
They were the only ones left.
What did they have to do?
The mother went out for water.
The boy heard a gunshot.
Now she was dead.
Now he was the only one left.
He was dehydrated.
He went out and accepted his fate.
He was shot dead.
No more people were left.
Just the people who were shooting each other.
The murderers shot themselves.
Now absolutely no person was left anymore.
The world soaked in blood.
Nothing left of it.
The world just seemed to end.
Imagine hearing this in the medival
I can't tell you how many times I've listened to this while crying myself to sleep I've been having a rough year this has helped me a little thank you for making this
"Oh had the world changed so much, it almost pains me to no end. I truly pity this country."
Velamine murmured under the mask of a white crow. The city tower he stood on top of, birds flooded the sky, flying west from where he remained still.
"What a shame. This world died out too early." His monotone voice becoming more mute word by word.
He continued to spectate the flood of aves in the sky. Just right until a crow flew by- so close to him that he could see every little detail of it's eyes and feather. It held on tight to something.
Velamine felt his eyes starting to sting at the realization, he was alone. Those birds were his only company now. Along with the masks that represented all his cherished friends that he made along his short endeavor.
Sparrow, Finch, Raven.
The sky grew only more dull as time flew by.
"I wish that I could've done more. But this place was sentenced to death the moment it became one with the rest. I bid all of you goodbye."
Velamine reached for his crow mask, taking it off and tossing it into the sky. Watching as a newly found flock of the raven family took a hold of it and flew away.
Waving goodbye to the wasteland of a planet, he turned around. Disintegrating into the ashes of time.
The world he fought so much for, his only purpose- no longer existed.
'So why should he.'
This feels like a scene in a movie where the audio is cut off and this music plays as the main character is crying while being taken away from a person sacrificing their lives for that character
I love this even though its sad
"Its all over now, traveler. You finished. Nothing left to do now except for float around in the void... *alone."*
Been looking for this for like a year 😭😭
its claire de lune by claude debussy
@@isaacdanoob2434 Claude.
@@UA-camHatesJapaneseLetters96 Whoops dont know how i made that mistake, thanks
Me too bro🥲
they tried. they wished it could happen. but too late, too late. the memories may come, but never leave. it’s a burning reminder of our loved ones. till this day, memories of fateful days still don’t fade. they will live on.
This sound makes me bring me back memories……
Kinda relaxing
Imagine waking up to this
The original piece is called "Clair De Lune", by Claude Debussy. ❤
Have an awesome day!!!
As I quietly was sitting in my bunker, I noticed a zombie coming towards me. I tried to remain calm and grabbed one of my weapons to defend myself. “Wait!!” the zombie cried out. It sounded like my old friend Lana who had been infected when the apocalypse started 3 years ago. I was surprised and very emotional. “L-Lana…?” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah. It’s me. Come with me. I have somebody who you might want to see.” she said holding out her hand to me. I grabbed her hand and walked for many hours with her as I reminisced about the good old days where the world was much better and I was a normal person. It made me even more emotional than a few hours ago when I discovered that Lana was somehow not feral anymore and remembered me. As we walked together, she took me to a wooded area that I had never been too. Although I was very nervous, she reassured me that she wouldn’t do me any harm. As we traversed through, I noticed a light source and as we walked towards it, we saw something. It wasn’t just a light source, it was a city. All of my friends and family were there and welcomed me and Lana in with open arms. A few minutes later, Lana tells me something. She says, “We won. The apocalypse is over, the infected have been cured, and society can replenish.” I, being overcome with many emotions, cried while hugging her. As we hugged, everyone played this song for us and didn’t say a word. They were also moved to tears. We all hugged together for the very first time in 3 years. Finally, we don’t have to live in fear because we are cured.
When an eldenrich horror being is destroying the town, but you except your fate:
It’s been 15 years since the nuke dropped, after a few months people started to get sick from the radiation some how, miraculously I didn’t get sick. After a few months the electricity got cut off, at this point there’s just me and 3 of my friends. As time passes by, all my friends got sick from the radiation. Now I’m alone in the bunker.. Until one day a building fell down on the bunker, it created a hole which allowed me to get out of the bunker, as I got out I knew that there weren’t gonna be anyone except fallen buildings, and a whole giant crater. I started collecting materials, then I made tools so i could survive. After a few months I build a house, I planted plants. But as time went on I got sick from the radiation. Now I just sit around and wait till it was my time to go..
I woke up from my nap because i didn't feel well mother and father were out of the bunker all i heard was silence i got out and saw 2 skeletons on their knees wearing the clothes of my mother and father . I didnt even cry ,i wasn't sad mad stressed or happy i was stuck emotionally and then i started to walk for no reason it was just blank quietness my ears started to ring thinking that no one was alive but i was optimistic about humanity thinking about what life gave me and was happy with my choices in life and all i saw was a car on the horizin it was a military hummer i started to cry for no reason.
The city seemed endless yet so alone. It seemed that everybody had disappeared. All i could remember were the smells off char and my dogs barking...my eyes were filled with light. I needed more food , water and....contact. I moved from one bunker to another calling out "Lucas? Buddy are you in there?" Nothing...i thought to myself "How much time has passed....it may have been days or even weeks...hell maybe years......but why haven't i given up on finding my dog?". That's when i heard it...a bark! Lucas could be some where here. I looked around and kept calling his name.....barks over and over again.....i knew it was most likely me going mad but....no not yet this is the closest iv'e gotten to Lucas. I cant just let me thinking i'm mad make me stop. I stopped thinking. I took whatever food or water was close to me in that bunker and ran out following the barks. Until.....it turned to soft music....i felt so sad yet....so peaceful. I wondered will i ever find Lucas or am i just running in circles. i was so lost in thought. But then i heard it...a voice! a human voice! i quickly started running around. Then i heard what it was saying...."Stop running.....its time to move on." I started crying.....it was mom.......i could smell my favorite breakfast...i could feel Lucas's fur rubbing on my body yet...when i opened my eyes there was nothing there but...a boat. I once again heard my mother say something. "Go my child....you have enough supplies go to the flower field" The flower field.......I remember it now. There were sirens.....the bomb...the war truly did reach our small island nation...."Why?" I thought "Why? Why?! JUST WHY?! Our country didn't do anything yet it was taken away....all those lives , gone" . I then remembered. " If you are close to any dock or bunker please head there immediately. If you go it the dock please take a boat and and head to The Flower Field". The Flower Field...the most peaceful place on earth. I took the boat and packed on the bag of supplies i was carrying. As i headed off to for all i knew could have been a myth or have been destroyed in the war.....this was my only chance....even if i were to die maybe i could die in the most peacefully......as i head off from the small island...i look back. I see a bright and green island full of life....all the citizens waving good bye. I could even see Lucas just staring at me sadly. It looked like he didn't want me to go. But everybody else did. Hell even i did. A few.....well i don't know how long it had been....my supplies ran out...i felt as if i would never get there... "Did it even exist?". My thoughts were stopped by a bump. I had reached it...THE FLOWER FIELD! yet...my supplies were gone...i was tired....i couldn't sleep at all while i was on the boat..i kept paddling day and night...i was hungry...thirsty. Yet none of those mattered...i felt completely new. I lied down on the flowers. Slowly but surely i felt my self drifting off to sleep. One that i would never wake up from. Yet i was okay with that.......i knew that i could never get back up....i just wished this dream would be better then my life......
Imagine you are waking up to this. It would make me sad and scared tbh
As soon as this plays, I just get up from my bed, sit there. Thinking deeply about the future, staring deeply into space.
Gosh it's so weird. No one comes out of that building down the street by the park. My aunt once spent a week in that place. She texted my family, all of us, that she'd meet us by the corner of the waterfall at 12:00 sharp. She never came. Ended up calling the cops. They went and looked around the building but saw nothing. It's like she just disappeared. Just like the other 20 people did. I miss her. But is she really gone? I saw her outside my room the other day. Funny that it was 12:00 at night. She was peaking her head in but all I could see was her hair. But soon she scooted into my room. I could now see her face. Her eyes bloodshot and her neck torn. I could faintly see her veins and blood coming out of her neck. It's just like the person standing right outside of your doorway. Don't you see her. Come on, look at your door. Look away from your phone for a moment. See her now? I don't think her really died. Actually, I think she is peaking through your window. I'm glad I got to see her
This is literally a remixed version of Claire de lune by A.krishna made 6 years ago
This is nostalgic ngl❤
You are alone in an unfamiliar area, your comrades are dead as you see the never-ending hordes coming with no hope you slowly just rest as the grenade goes off you think back to the good old days you had fun with friends you partied with your comrades all having fun but now their gone there is no way of getting them back you lay back as the grenade goes off.
Song name is clair de lune but its ethereal
Chills ran down my spine
The memories
This eas alarm is relaxing that can make me sleeping
This sounds like a song you would hear on a radio while every single human is gone.
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MANKIND IS DEAD
BLOOD IS FUEL
HELL IS FULL
(me and the boys on the way to drink the blood of the funny red robot)
It’s kind of relaxing
it sounds so peaceful tho 😭😭
This songs plays in my head constantly when I talk to a “girl” remembering the times we dated but now we argue. 😔