𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 I stand here alone, a silent figure draped in crimson, my footsteps unheard beneath the drifting leaves. This place-a labyrinth of stone and secrets-was once my home. The stones remember; they murmur to me when the fog thickens, telling me tales I thought I’d forgotten. It is autumn now, and I can feel the chill settling in my bones, colder and more familiar than any warmth I once knew. The leaves scatter at my feet, glowing russet and gold, remnants of a summer now faded to memories. Everything fades, doesn't it? Just like he did. Once, this castle was alive with laughter, with promises whispered beneath moonlit arches, with dreams woven into the very walls. I was young then, filled with a hope that only fools know. I loved him-oh, how I loved him! He promised me the world, and I believed every lie. I can still hear his voice sometimes, in the low rumble of the river beneath the bridge. And in the wind, I think I hear his footsteps coming back to me, though they never do. I told him once, “Don’t leave me.” I clutched his hand, desperate and trembling, as though I could anchor him to me, to this life. But his heart had grown restless, and soon his promises were as empty as the echo of his laugh. He left me in the dead of night, leaving no trace but a faint whisper in the air-a murmur that still haunts me. And here I am, the last soul of this haunted place, bound to its stones and memories like a ghost myself. No one comes here anymore. The world beyond has forgotten this old castle on the river, just as he has forgotten me. Some nights, I light a single candle in the window, hoping-perhaps foolishly-that he might see its glow from afar. That maybe, just maybe, he would remember, and come back. But tonight, the fog is thick, and the rain has begun to fall. Even the candle’s flame flickers and fades, swallowed by the dampness of the air. I wonder, sometimes, how long I’ll stay here. Whether I’ll keep waiting for someone who will never return, or if I, too, will dissolve into the mist and stones, just another shadow in the rain. But tonight, under the autumn branches and the crumbling towers, I am still here. And I will wait a little longer.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬
I stand here alone, a silent figure draped in crimson, my footsteps unheard beneath the drifting leaves. This place-a labyrinth of stone and secrets-was once my home. The stones remember; they murmur to me when the fog thickens, telling me tales I thought I’d forgotten.
It is autumn now, and I can feel the chill settling in my bones, colder and more familiar than any warmth I once knew. The leaves scatter at my feet, glowing russet and gold, remnants of a summer now faded to memories. Everything fades, doesn't it? Just like he did.
Once, this castle was alive with laughter, with promises whispered beneath moonlit arches, with dreams woven into the very walls. I was young then, filled with a hope that only fools know. I loved him-oh, how I loved him! He promised me the world, and I believed every lie. I can still hear his voice sometimes, in the low rumble of the river beneath the bridge. And in the wind, I think I hear his footsteps coming back to me, though they never do.
I told him once, “Don’t leave me.” I clutched his hand, desperate and trembling, as though I could anchor him to me, to this life. But his heart had grown restless, and soon his promises were as empty as the echo of his laugh. He left me in the dead of night, leaving no trace but a faint whisper in the air-a murmur that still haunts me.
And here I am, the last soul of this haunted place, bound to its stones and memories like a ghost myself. No one comes here anymore. The world beyond has forgotten this old castle on the river, just as he has forgotten me.
Some nights, I light a single candle in the window, hoping-perhaps foolishly-that he might see its glow from afar. That maybe, just maybe, he would remember, and come back. But tonight, the fog is thick, and the rain has begun to fall. Even the candle’s flame flickers and fades, swallowed by the dampness of the air.
I wonder, sometimes, how long I’ll stay here. Whether I’ll keep waiting for someone who will never return, or if I, too, will dissolve into the mist and stones, just another shadow in the rain.
But tonight, under the autumn branches and the crumbling towers, I am still here. And I will wait a little longer.
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beautifully written ❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
echoes of my soul forgotten by God in the vastness of the timeless darkness of existence longing to finally be together
خیلی زیباست 😣 دیگه نمیتونم احساساتمو کنترل کنم ، احساس عجیبی دارم😭
I like all of your videos. but, THIS one OMG!!!!!!!! WOW!
Thank you, I send my regards. 🌹
觸手可及 卻是最遙遠的距離 每人心中都會有個 難與言喻的秘密 ......
Its magical, loved it❤
I’ve been searching for this kind of dark, ambient vibe for so long. Absolutely mesmerizing!