𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 | 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐲𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭v | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

[@Tenebrarum-Manuss]

Eldwynd: The City of Eternal Twilight
Nestled on the edge of a brooding ravine, the city of Eldwynd has always worn its shadows with grace. Known as the "City of Perpetual Twilight," Eldwynd is famous for its haunting beauty and the dense mists that roll in each morning, lingering like whispers of forgotten tales. The city’s towering Victorian manors and labyrinthine streets are carved into the steep cliffs, their spires reaching skyward as if to escape the melancholia below.
Once, in the age of gaslights and steam, Eldwynd was a bustling hub of invention and artistry. Its cobbled streets echoed with the clatter of carriages, and its grand halls hosted masquerades where laughter and secrets intertwined. The central square, now cloaked in fog and silence, was alive with markets offering everything from clockwork contraptions to dreamlike paintings. Eldwynd's scholars, alchemists, and poets were renowned throughout the realm, drawing visitors from far and wide.
But Eldwynd's fortunes changed when the "Great Deluge" struck in the winter of 1832. Torrential rains poured for months, causing landslides that claimed entire neighborhoods. The mist that once brought charm turned oppressive, a perpetual reminder of what was lost. The city never truly recovered, becoming a haven for those seeking solace in its mournful serenity. The surviving residents began to weave their lives around the city's decaying beauty, restoring what they could and embracing the creeping vines and crumbling stone as part of Eldwynd’s character.
Now, Eldwynd is whispered about in hushed tones. Some say it is a place where time stands still, a city caught between eras. On rainy nights, like the one in this scene, old lamplights cast a golden glow on slick streets, and faint strains of forgotten melodies seem to drift on the damp air. It is said that Eldwynd’s spirits-both the living and the departed-roam the streets, guarding the memories of its golden age.
Though melancholy, Eldwynd holds a peculiar charm for dreamers and wanderers. Its rain-soaked balconies and ivy-covered towers invite stories, and its people have become keepers of a history they will not let fade, even as the rest of the world moves on. Eldwynd is not just a city; it is a memory etched into stone and sky, a place where the past and the present intertwine under the watchful gaze of the ever-present mist.

[@pampapaul1210]

The music is romantic that give peace, and happyness and it mind-blowing music.

[@Ozherociró222]

No sé por qué lo nostálgico me atrae, siento calma,. Paz y tranquilidad. Por qué???No sé.