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ะััะฐะฒะบะฐ
- ะะฟัะฑะปัะบะพะฒะฐะฝะพ 15 ะปะธั 2024
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The storm raged like a thousand whispered curses, the sky bruised and swollen with anger. Lightning splintered the heavens, casting brief, violent light upon the sea, which hurled itself endlessly against jagged cliffs. The wind screamed, a forlorn wail that shook the bones of the ancient manor perched on the precipice. Each thunderclap seemed to echo the grief of the place, and the rain fell in sheets, relentless, as if the world itself wept.
Within the manor, behind windows that glowed dimly like fireflies lost in fog, David stood. The Sorcerer. Once, the world had whispered his name with awe, tales of his power traveling on the lips of kings and beggars alike. Now, the name of David lived only in the corners of forgotten stories, drowned beneath years of silence.
He stood in the great hall, watching the rain as it lashed the glass, a glass of wine untouched in his hand. His reflection looked back at him, ghostlike in the flickering candlelight-aged, weary, but unchanged by time. His once dark hair was now silvered, not by years but by the weight of sorrow that refused to let him go. His hands, once capable of weaving the fabric of the universe, trembled with a pain that no magic could heal.
Long ago, when the stars had still sung to him, David had been beloved. She had been his light in the darkness, a beacon whose laughter filled the halls of this same, cursed house. Elara-her name had been as soft and beautiful as spring rain, a name he could not say without tasting ashes. She had been a sorceress, her power equal to his, and together they had shaped the world, molding its mysteries to their will. But their love had been their undoing.
Elara had wanted more-more than the world could give, more than the laws of life and death could allow. She had sought the forbidden, delving into the realms of necromancy, seeking to master the eternal. David had begged her to stop, knowing the price that such dark magic demanded. But love is a frail shield against ambition. And so, she had defied the very nature of the universe, reaching for immortality.
Davidโs warnings had come too late. She had stood on this very cliff, defiant as the storm raged around her, the sky weeping for her as she spoke the words that would unbind her soul from her body. In the moment she achieved what she sought, she was lost-her body fell, crumpling into the wind like a withered leaf, and her soul, wild and untamed, vanished into the storm.
David had tried, for years beyond counting, to bring her back. He had wandered the darkest places, conversed with demons, spirits, and creatures of shadow, trying to undo what had been done. But every spell had failed. Every incantation left him more broken, more hollow.
And so he had returned to this place, this empty, echoing house, where memories haunted him like shadows. The storm tonight was a cruel reminder of that night. It had never stopped raining since she left. Even when the skies cleared, the storm lived within him-a torrent of regret and grief.
Suddenly, the candles flickered violently as a gust of wind surged through the room. The storm outside intensified, the waves crashing with a thunderous roar against the cliffs. And in the heart of the storm, he heard it-a voice, faint, carried on the wind.
"David..." It was Elaraโs voice, distant, broken, like a whisper from beyond the grave.
He rushed to the window, his heart hammering in his chest. His hands pressed against the cold glass as he peered into the tempest. There, in the swirling darkness, a figure stood-draped in shadows, her form flickering in and out of existence. Elara. But not as she had been.
Her face, once radiant, was now pale and hollow, eyes dark and devoid of life. Her hands reached out to him, fragile as mist. "David... help me."
His heart broke anew. He knew what this was-a cruel echo, the remnant of her soul caught between worlds, bound by the very magic that had torn them apart. Her voice was the same, but the love that had once filled it was gone, replaced by an endless, hollow hunger.
David stepped back, his body trembling. He could bring her back-he had the power still, but at what cost? To see her, not as the woman he had loved but as a shadow, a mockery of the life they had once shared?
"No," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I cannot."
Outside, the storm raged, as if mocking him. Elaraโs ghostly figure faltered, her hand slowly lowering, her eyes brimming with an ancient sadness. "David," she whispered one last time before vanishing into the night, consumed by the storm, her voice lost in the howl of the wind.
He sank to his knees, the cold stone floor biting into his skin, but he welcomed the pain. It was the only thing that reminded him he was still alive. He could not save her, not anymore. And in his heart, he knew he never truly could.
Outside, the rain continued to fall, as relentless and sorrowful as the man who remained, alone, in the house by the sea. Forever waiting. Forever mourning. Forever cursed by the love he could never reclaim.
Everyone who reads this, we don't know each other and probably never will but I wish you all the best in life and all the luck in the world
โโฆwindows that glowed dimly like fireflies lost in fogโฆโ. Just lovely
This dark, atmospheric soundscape pulls me into another world. Perfect for late-night reflections.
I love these! Your videos are perfect for when I settle in for a long calligraphy practise session, and then when I'm drifting off to sleep. Thank you
She suffered that Only at the moment of death, too late did the prince show his love
and she chose immortality, to give the prince enough time to show his Love ๐คโค๏ธ
ุงุญุจ ููุงุชู ููู ุชุนูุฏูู ูุฐุงุชู ุงูุญููููู โค
ุฑุงุฆุน
Wow super
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I don't understand the prince if he loves her, why don't they want to pass into immortality, so their Love would be ETERNAL โค๏ธ๐ค
I just wondered who's living in there with all the lights maybe just only someone or ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐น๐พ๐ฝ๐๐ป๐ป
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16:00-16:11 sounds like it was inspired from attack on titan but thats just me