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- Melancholic Music with a Dash of Sadness and a Pinch of Gloom to Read and Write about Dark City Crime
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Greetings to you all, my beautiful souls!
Hereโs a new melody for you called โWhispering Laneโ.
When you visit New York City all excited to see the beautiful things The Big Apple has to offer, make sure you stay away from dark alleys during the twilight hour, or you might end up in Whispering Lane.
Hidden between the towering skyscrapers and the bustling street, this narrow, cobblestone passage is shrouded in perpetual twilight, in a place where sunlight fears to tread.
When the last ray of sun slips under the horizon, you will witness an unsettling occurrence - the alley will flood with shadows and fill with faint whispers, which are said to be the voices of the careless wanderers vanished within the lane, never to be seen again. From a dark crevice of space, a hotel will appear, a tall sombre edifice, with grimy windows and cracked panes. Among the intensifying darkness, the soft flickering of the street lamp in front of its gaping doors will lure you in with the hypnotising shimmer. The moment you step across the threshold, all will be lost.
So heed my warning, oh wanderer, and be wary of Whispering Lane!
*_Tell me, my dears, what spooky urban legends do you know?_*
Je connais une lรฉgende japonaise (trรจs certainement connu de beaucoup et je m'en excuse ๐ ) qui dit qu'il y a fort longtemps une femme violentรฉe par son mari a essayรฉ de s'enfuir mais lui, afin de la punir, l'a enfermรฉ dans la salle de bain pour lui ouvrir les deux coins de la bouche puis il l'a assassinรฉ.
De nos jours, son esprit vagabonde un peu partout et demande aux รฉtudiants si elle a un beau sourire ou non ; si ils rรฉpondent oui, elle leur tranche les coins des lรจvres, si ils rรฉpondent non, elles les assassinent...
Voilร , je tiens tout de mรชme ร te remercier pour la musique que tu crรฉer car elle est ma plus grande inspiration et que chaque notification est un bonheur pur ๐โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
โ@@Peach-Insomnia-Bluwn la leyenda de Kuchisake-ona ๐ฎ
@@Peach-Insomnia-Bluwn I believe the only way to escape is to tell her she looks average. And whatever you do, do not try to run away!
ะะฑัะพะปััะฝัะน ะพัะดัั ะธ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะฝะธะต ะดะตะนััะฒะธัะตะปัะฝะพััะธ, ัะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ! ๐๐ฟ๐น
I'm walking alone on the street. There is nobody. Heavy thunder and rain make my heart beat faster.
Is that my heartbeat, or the sound of footsteps? I stop, the rain soaking through my coat. The drumming in my ears is not helping. I glance back, but all I can see is darkness.
@@JhadeSagravthough you may not see them through the darkness you are surrounded by ghosts,broken children and lonely hearts. We are here with you. Be good, stay safe, be kind.
EVERY. SINGLE.TIME - JAW-DROPPING!โคโคโค
Great to listen to while drinking coffee
So darkly beautiful! I love it.
๐ ะะธัั ะบะฝะธะณั ะฟะพะด ััั ะผัะทัะบั
ะะปะฐััโค ะัะพ ััะพ ะบะฝะธะณะฐ?
@@tatianalapitskaya6337 ะกััะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ะพัะบััะป ะณะปะฐะทะฐ, ะธ ะฟะพะฒะตัะฝัะป ะณะพะปะพะฒั ะฝะฐ ะทะฒัะบ. ะ ัะดะพะผ ัะธะดะตะป ะฒะพัะพะฝ ะธ ัะฐะทััะฒะฐะป ัะฒะพะธะผ ะธะทะฑะธััะผ, ะณัะพะผะฐะดะฝัะผ ะบะปัะฒะพะผ ะบัััั. ะะธัะบะธ ะดัะผะธะปะธัั ะฝะฐ ั ะพะปะพะดะต, ะฒะพะฝัะปะธ ะธ ะฑะพะปัะฐะปะธัั ะฝะฐะด ะณะพัะพะดะพะผ. ะัััะฐ ะฒัะต ะตัะต ะฑัะปะฐ ะถะธะฒะฐ. ะะพ ะฝะต ะดะพะปะณะพ. ะัะบะพัะต ะตะต ะทะฐะปะธััะต ะดะพะถะดะตะผ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะพััะตะบะปะตะฝะตะปะธ. ะกััะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ััะถะตะปะพ ะฒะทะดะพั ะฝัะป ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะฝัะปัั. ะะพัะพะฝ ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะฐะป ัะธะฟะฐัั ััััั ะบัััะธะฝัั ัะบััั, ะฟัะพะฑะธัะฐััั ะบ ะผัััะฐะผ.
ะกััะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ะฝะตะฝะฐะฒะธะดะตะป ััะพั ะณะพัะพะด. ะะดะตัั ะพะฝ ััะถะฐะบ. ะะพะฝััั. ะงัะดะพะฒะธัะต. ะฃ ะฝะตะณะพ ะฝะธะบะพะณะพ ะฝะตั, ะธ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ะฒะตัะธะป, ััะพ ะบะพะณะดะฐ-ะฝะธะฑัะดั ะฑัะดะตั. ะะธ ะผะฐัะตัะธ, ะฝะธ ะพััะฐ ะพะดะธะฝะพัะบะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะผะฝะธะป. ะญัะพ ะฝะต ัะดะธะฒะธัะตะปัะฝะพ, ััะพ ัะพะดะธัะตะปะธ ััะฐะทั ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปะธัั ะพั ััะพะปั ัะถะฐัะฝะพะณะพ ัะตะฑะตะฝะบะฐ. ะญัะพั ััะดะพะฒะธัะฝัะน, ะทะฒะตัะธะฝัะน ะผะตั ! ะะฝ ะฟะพะฒััะดั, ะฝะฐ ะปะธัะต, ััะบะฐั , ะถะธะฒะพัะต ะธ ะฝะพะณะฐั . ะััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ััะพ ะพะดะฝะฐะถะดั ะฝะพััั, ะฟัะธะผะตัะฝะพ ัะฐะบะพะน ะถะต ะดะพะถะดะปะธะฒะพะน, ััะผะฐะฝะฝะพะน ะธ ะทะปะพะน ะบะฐะบ ัะตะณะพะดะฝััะฝัั, ะทะฒะตัะพะฟะพะดะพะฑะฝัะน ะผะฐะปัั ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะฝะฐ ะบััะปััะต ะฟัะธััะฐ. ะญัะพ ััะฐะณะผะตะฝั.
Another amazing, beautiful creation. I love looking for the details such as people in the windows, etc. Some people would find this depressing but for me it brings such peace. It draws me in.
Your videos are the best! Quite an ear and an eye! Truly artistic.
i LOVE your pictures , so much better than the other ones (other peoples) your music too! Makes me want to be in the pictures... (tho, i have) i'm a hopeless romantic.. i was lucky enough to have a long romance (he died) after 36 years. but, i still find this music comforting believe it or not. trust me, i still love Judy Garland, lol Peggy Lee, Rudey Vallee, to name a few. classical also,,(pipe organ) I'm also a singer wow, lol
The International Hotel, for true believers of the macabre, a place of refuge or a everlasting sleep, โค๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐ง๐ปโโ๏ธ
Such nostalgia for a place and period of time I've never been nor existed in - beauty of aesthetic and art
๐คซ๐๐ด๐ค
Thank you for the music. I had to listen to this early because I'm going somewhere & I can't listen to it at dinner tonight
I love it makes focus my mind more better โค
ะะพัะพะฒ ัะปััะฐัั ะฒะตัะฝะพ โคโคโค
ะฃ ะฝะฐั ัะฐะบะฐั ะถะฐัะฐ,ะทะดะตัั ัะฐะบ ั ะพัะพัะพ
Dream ๐ค
โจ๐คโจ
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You are amazingโค
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I โค u
I love everything about your videos and your music, there both so beautiful, can I just ask of what the process is of making the videos, like is it photography or digital paintings, as I find them so inspiring as I'm an artist myself? โค
In a room where time stands still,
I sit and weave the threads of yore,
Memories whispered, soft and chill,
Echoes from a distant shore.
A safe haven, this place, to share
The tales of those who came before,
Their voices linger in the air,
Stories etched in heart and lore.
In these walls, the past is sown,
Lives entwined, a rich tapestry,
Of dreams and fears, of love and moan,
A mirror of our history.
Here, creative sparks were born,
Norms and customs took their flight,
In the quiet, tales adorn,
The shadows dancing with the light.
Curiosity, like a gentle breeze,
Urges you to glimpse within,
To seek the origins of these
Whispers of where life begins.
In this room, the past and now
Converge in melancholy's grace,
And as I share, I see you bow,
To the stories time cannot erase.
ูููุฑุญูู ุนูุจุฑู ุงูุฃุญููุงู .
ูก:ูกูก
It appeared out of nowhere, the hotel.
It was a monstrous shadow, its silhouette jagged against the moonlit sky, just as I'd remembered it to be. I'd spent a lifetime searching for it ever since my visit as a child. Though no one believed me I never thought for a second that it wasn't real.
The door, already cracked, invited me in.
Without the slightest hesitation did I push the large rotting door completely open. It revealed the silhouette of someone. A woman. Her crimson hair whipped out in all directions carelessly, her feet never touching the ground.
Reaching out slowly, my hands soon brushed against her frosty ones. A sudden shudder took over her body, mine following in response. But it wasn't from the chill of anything. No, there was now a stifling heat in the building despite all of the cracked windows with snow seeping in.
Another shudder wracked my body. This time when I gained control I was across the room, facing the door. It creaked shut noisily but not before wild strands of fiery hair floated out. My mouth parted to scream but there was no voice. I attempted to run but my feet remained cemented to the spot. All I could do was stand and watch from the window. Watch as the strange woman walked away from the building and everything outside began to crumble into darkness.
nyc fell off so hard ๐ญ
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Can we get this without the rain?
I'll make sure to include it into the next rain-free playlist!
its like ur in a horror movie tf
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