𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 | 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠

[@Tenebrarum-Manuss]

The rain fell in a melancholic symphony, each droplet a mournful note against the gray canvas of the sky. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, carrying the weight of memories long forgotten. Amidst the downpour stood an old abandoned house, its timeworn facade bearing witness to years of neglect and solitude.
Windows, once filled with life's vibrant scenes, now gazed out emptily, their panes streaked with raindrops. The creaking of loose boards echoed through the desolate halls, a ghostly lament for the laughter and footsteps that once danced within.
Yet, amidst the desolation, a fragile beauty persisted. Against the weathered walls and overgrown garden, vibrant red roses bloomed defiantly, their petals a stark contrast against the muted palette of decay. Each flower seemed to whisper tales of resilience, their delicate fragrance a bittersweet reminder of hope amidst despair.
As the rain continued to fall, it seemed as though the heavens themselves wept for the forgotten splendor of the past. But within the solitude of the abandoned house, amidst the sea of crimson blooms, there lingered a quiet solace-a reminder that even in the darkest of days, beauty and resilience could still be found, like a solitary rose blooming amidst the ruins of time.

[@JhadeSagrav]

where do you get your inspiration for these descriptions you write?

[@Tenebrarum-Manuss]

@@JhadeSagrav Stories themselves impose on me when I look at a picture, as if they were just waiting for that moment to emerge from the depths of my imagination. Then begins the dance of words, each sentence weaving around the image like the thread of an intricate embroidery. Together, we transform into a story filled with deep sorrow and mysterious beauty, emerging from the pristine calm of the photograph.
Every frame of the lens becomes a window to a world where time is frozen in a melancholic landscape of emotions. I traverse these imagined paths, losing myself in the labyrinth of the unknown, still seeking meaning that lies in every corner of the soul. It is in this coexistence of images and stories that I discover the essence of my creative expression - I am the keeper of secret tales that fill the space between the notes of my music, where I wander into the depths of melancholy, searching for traces of truth, whose core is hidden in the boundless depth of human experience.

[@JhadeSagrav]

@@Tenebrarum-Manuss Blimey, that was beautiful.

[@Nelli-i4u]

Красота, и доброта должны спасти ☮️ на всей планете Земля.

[@afrosamuraiwarrior]

that's very beautiful. great job!

[@SeleKatalin]

The Creation is beautiful and resilient 🌹❤️✨♾️