Why does he have to be a hero? Could just as easily be a black guard returning to the ruins of his old home to honor the memories and oaths of old. He may have forsaken his humanity and his faith but never had he forsaken honor or justice. Just offering an alternative.
@@jakobrose8278well. by definition, the protagonist of any narrative is typically categorized as the "hero", including this character of your own imagined narrative. so "hero" is correct.
i kept walking, and walking, and walking. my body grew tired but my mind kept wandering. i wondered. is this it? is this all there is? as I sat down to catch my breath, drinking the last drops of my water, I came to a gentle sleep. I never really understood when veteran dungeon adventurers in taverns talked about how the best sleep they ever gotten in their lives is within the dungeons themselves. the odd noise here and there. a creaking of a door, mice scuttlin around, gust of wind blowing somewhere. Never a time where one finds it silent. How can anyone sleep in these conditions? Cold stale atmosphere eventually lulled me into slumber. I woke up, not knowing what time it was and where I was. That's the thing with dungeons, if you don't have a reliable time counter person, no artificial light can ever reproduce day and night. Dehydrated, head pounding, stomach growling, I tried my best to suppress it all. I found myself thinking. and thinking. and thinking. and thin-... a CLAPPING sound woke me up from a sleep i never remembered even going to. as i was layin there, down to my last hours, hoping that somebody comes and saves me, a thought flickered across my mind. gone as fast as it came. I ran after it but it seems to be a step ahead always. frustrated, i stopped to catch my breath. im dying. i guess this is where my grand adventure ends. as I am rotting, the gentle earth slowly consuming me, the spirits to and fro, the thought came back as a light. i had a sudden realization then and there. it was as if i have been engulfed by something warm. something wholesome. something that cared for me. "i am never lost for I am here". and with that, i spotted a trail of bioluminescent flowers in my peripheral. How long was it there? and how did I not notice it? with the last of my strength and will, I walked with determination slowly but surely towards the light of the flowers. I remember one night when I was in another tavern, storm gushing thru outside, fire cracklin on the hearth keepin us plenty warm, a stranger was talkin about his time in this particular dungeon where he found himself lost. I vividly remember that he had his hood above his head even thought he was inside, I couldn't quite see his face but the voice was familiar. Familiar in a way where sometimes you smell something and it takes you back to your childhood home. That kind. He told me that If I ever found myself lost in a dungeon, alone, with no resources. Simply stop. Take a breath, and look for the light. it must have been hours or minutes, I lost track. it started to get warmer. a gentle fresh breeze is passing thru me. the flowers were getting a little harder to see i guess it was becoming lighter in the dungeon. i didnt realize and so as I turned a corner, the light blinded me, first I saw just a green blur, then some grass, leaves, and trees further beyond. I stepped outside, the sun had just rose. I was so happy to see grass, and forgetting how much fatigue I am, I collapsed promptly on the spot. I thought that this aint a bad way to die. So as the forever sleep slowly covered me in its dream-like atmosphere, I faintly heard some voices. to be continued... (october 30, 2024 by rem)
@catedoge3206 "I must go now. My kingdom needs me." The knight speaks in a disinterested choppy voice. The animation slide showing the knight jaggedly moves off screen as if imitating riding a horse. *Holds up a hastily written scribble" "The knight died on his way back to the kingdom"
"once the hero of his journey, now looking back as the villain of the story staring at the ruins of his old childhood city, wondering if this path he had walked, was the correct choice."
I'm lost... Lost in my own thoughts...Lost in my dark desires and the dense fog of darkness of my purpose and my heart blind me... Looking for an answer by looking at the stars, going back in time and traveling through my dreams, in a reality that I have never lived but feel alive, I hide there, from my sad reality... A place where I can hide from doing something, battling like a knight against sin, wandering aimlessly along the paths I will choose... I am exhausted... I look at the horizon of life and I see that this is just the beginning... I don't feel anything changing... It's as if I'm lost in time and the sands of time are swallowing me little by little... If I really am a knight, I'm a Crestfallen ans exhausted Knight , just waiting for a time when I will give up, left there, in the lake to rot and be forgotten by time, after mosses and plants grow under my armor. Will I one day find the answer to my thoughts?
@@pcrizzI’ve heard trolling like this is a traumatic response to not wanting to deal with complex emotion that this guys thoughts just reminded you of. It’s how you stay calm about everything while he’s freaking out. In other words you should be a lot more humble because I would not consider that strength. I’d consider that a failure to contact your local therapist. Hope you get the help you need.
@christophersatkowski8548 the word you are looking for is "joke". It's okay to make jokes. Don't let woke culture rot your brain, it's just a passing cultural trend.
I woke up with no knowledge of how I got there. The "there" was strange indeed. Untouched by man for thousands of years easily. But I could tell someone had laid a path for this at least once. The adventure must have started or ended here.
that was good but it lacked subtlety, think of the ocean and the sky, do they tell you that they are there? rather you know in the best of ways. With no knowledge my eyes woke from their slumber. No knowledge to what power decreed my future fate should be intertwined to what met my gaze with uncertainty; my shaken demeanor only able to comprehend it a labyrinth even if it not. It had the makings of untouched ancient history, an archeologist's greatest bounty, as for me it was my greatest overwhelm. A sea of uncertainty, the human instinct to protect one's life my boat, poetry coming out of the recesses of my mind as I struggle to understand the very nature of my life as I know it as it would be a tale the poets would vie to understand to enrich their minds. Nay, this infrastructure may have others like me struggling to get a handle on it. And where there may be clues.. there may be an answer. subtlety is how u make things believable, add power to it
Something to read while you drown into the music: "I woke up from the sound of a falling boulder. I could see huge man-made structures all around me. It took me a while to gather my senses and my belongings, it was cold, I could see small stones falling from the tall structure around me. There was this smoke that I could see slowly clearing up in front of me, "must've been at a distance", I thought to myself as I recalled waking up to a falling boulder. I glanced where I was lying to find a long sword covered with strange markings. As I removed the sword from its sheath, I looked up to find that the smoke had finally cleared and my heart sank at the sight of the view that laid in front of me. It was a magnificent fortress, which held memories of a distant, vibrant past. The walls taller than any titan that might've roamed the mortal realm, I could see a castle in a distance that looked fit for no human but a god. I could hear birds chirping and flying near the castle which gave me hope that perhaps I could find some food to get by. My eyes felt at a small opening in the wall beside me, it looked like it housed a small animal..a fox or a rabbit perhaps. I took small strides towards the opening, the rustling noise rattled the small puppy that was in the hole. It seemed confused, not scared, and I finally had someone to relate to in this vast scale of a fortress. I reached out and brought the pup out of the dark, this moment of calmness was ruined with a loud noise in a distant, "It looks like it came from the castle", I thought to myself. I turned back to the hole and pulled out a small cloth that the pup was sleeping in and made out a small bag that I could use to carry the pup. This beautiful baby was so quiet, so trustful, so relatable. I slowly started my walk towards the castle." I will continue this the next time I am here :D
Hi awesome music my man. I was always wondering where do you find such beautifull images with knights? I want to set a multi wallpaper with them but dont know where to find them! 😢
i kept walking, and walking, and walking. my body grew tired but my mind kept wandering. i wondered. is this it? is this all there is? as I sat down to catch my breath, drinking the last drops of my water, I came to a gentle sleep. I never really understood when veteran dungeon adventurers in taverns talked about how the best sleep they ever gotten in their lives is within the dungeons themselves. the odd noise here and there. a creaking of a door, mice scuttlin around, gust of wind blowing somewhere. Never a time where one finds it silent. How can anyone sleep in these conditions? Cold stale atmosphere eventually lulled me into slumber. I woke up, not knowing what time it was and where I was. That's the thing with dungeons, if you don't have a reliable time counter person, no artificial light can ever reproduce day and night. Dehydrated, head pounding, stomach growling, I tried my best to suppress it all. I found myself thinking. and thinking. and thinking. and thin-... a CLAPPING sound woke me up from a sleep i never remembered even going to. as i was layin there, down to my last hours, hoping that somebody comes and saves me, a thought flickered across my mind. gone as fast as it came. I ran after it but it seems to be a step ahead always. frustrated, i stopped to catch my breath. im dying. i guess this is where my grand adventure ends. as I am rotting, the gentle earth slowly consuming me, the spirits to and fro, the thought came back as a light. i had a sudden realization then and there. it was as if i have been engulfed by something warm. something wholesome. something that cared for me. "i am never lost for I am here". and with that, i spotted a trail of bioluminescent flowers in my peripheral. How long was it there? and how did I not notice it? with the last of my strength and will, I walked with determination slowly but surely towards the light of the flowers. I remember one night when I was in another tavern, storm gushing thru outside, fire cracklin on the hearth keepin us plenty warm, a stranger was talkin about his time in this particular dungeon where he found himself lost. I vividly remember that he had his hood above his head even thought he was inside, I couldn't quite see his face but the voice was familiar. Familiar in a way where sometimes you smell something and it takes you back to your childhood home. That kind. He told me that If I ever found myself lost in a dungeon, alone, with no resources. Simply stop. Take a breath, and look for the light. it must have been hours or minutes, I lost track. it started to get warmer. a gentle fresh breeze is passing thru me. the flowers were getting a little harder to see i guess it was becoming lighter in the dungeon. i didnt realize and so as I turned a corner, the light blinded me, first I saw just a green blur, then some grass, leaves, and trees further beyond. I stepped outside, the sun had just rose. I was so happy to see grass, and forgetting how much fatigue I am, I collapsed promptly on the spot. I thought that this aint a bad way to die. So as the forever sleep slowly covered me in its dream-like atmosphere, I faintly heard some voices. to be continued... (october 30, 2024 by rem)
It's odd to be back in a place you once called home. The echo of knights and warriors gathered around the dining halls in merryment and victory is a farcry from the reality that you face today. Decadent, silent, empty. You look about the crumbled walls, loose bricks, dirt, dust and rock covered furnishings of this once-lively place with only the sun peering in from the place where the trebuchet found its mark. Your clan, once noble and proud, is now lifeless as a cold forge without a smith to ignite it. It has been years since you took up your sword and donned the mantle, but you believe that you may be the spark the clan needs to burn brightly once again. Your nostalgia fades, you allow the memories to leave your mind, you let out a long, slow sigh. Then you say it, "It's time to go." and take your first steps away from the past.
When d34th arrives, you will find that such a mysterious exit leads to another entrance. This applies whether or not you can comprehend such celestial events. 🐲✨🐲✨🐲✨ "Before I start, I must see my end. Destination known, my mind's journey now begins. Upon my chariot, heart and soul's fate revealed. In time, all points converge; hope's strength resteeled. But to earn final peace at the Universe's endless refrain, we must see all in nothingness... before we start again." 🐲✨🐲✨🐲✨ -- Diamond Dragons (series)
Finally coming into the realisation and acceptance of my defeat. I remain calm, as I know there's nothing to be done to change it. I feel nothing, for I had already been consumed by everything.
And yet, we must continue to fight until that defeat is made certain by reality. Until then, the struggle is our power against the inevitable outcome set upon us. At the very least, perhaps we could gain enough strength before the defeat to endure is consequences and start anew. 🍻
I always feel like when it comes to wandering some desolate place that doesnt seem to have much in the way of danger besides the quietness of itself id be at peace hearing my own footsteps echoing around. Not a liminal space sort of desolate quiet place but someplace that clearly now just has nothing stopping you from wandering
“And so, our hero finds himself alone in the solitude of the once bustling fortress, remembering days of old..."
Why does he have to be a hero? Could just as easily be a black guard returning to the ruins of his old home to honor the memories and oaths of old.
He may have forsaken his humanity and his faith but never had he forsaken honor or justice.
Just offering an alternative.
@@jakobrose8278well. by definition, the protagonist of any narrative is typically categorized as the "hero", including this character of your own imagined narrative. so "hero" is correct.
@@jakobrose8278man stfu!!?? Why does anyone have to conform to your looser state of mind?!
i kept walking, and walking, and walking. my body grew tired but my mind kept wandering. i wondered. is this it? is this all there is? as I sat down to catch my breath, drinking the last drops of my water, I came to a gentle sleep.
I never really understood when veteran dungeon adventurers in taverns talked about how the best sleep they ever gotten in their lives is within the dungeons themselves. the odd noise here and there. a creaking of a door, mice scuttlin around, gust of wind blowing somewhere. Never a time where one finds it silent. How can anyone sleep in these conditions? Cold stale atmosphere eventually lulled me into slumber.
I woke up, not knowing what time it was and where I was. That's the thing with dungeons, if you don't have a reliable time counter person, no artificial light can ever reproduce day and night. Dehydrated, head pounding, stomach growling, I tried my best to suppress it all. I found myself thinking. and thinking. and thinking. and thin-...
a CLAPPING sound woke me up from a sleep i never remembered even going to.
as i was layin there, down to my last hours, hoping that somebody comes and saves me, a thought flickered across my mind.
gone as fast as it came.
I ran after it but it seems to be a step ahead always. frustrated, i stopped to catch my breath. im dying. i guess this is where my grand adventure ends.
as I am rotting, the gentle earth slowly consuming me, the spirits to and fro, the thought came back as a light. i had a sudden realization then and there. it was as if i have been engulfed by something warm. something wholesome. something that cared for me. "i am never lost for I am here". and with that, i spotted a trail of bioluminescent flowers in my peripheral.
How long was it there? and how did I not notice it? with the last of my strength and will, I walked with determination slowly but surely towards the light of the flowers. I remember one night when I was in another tavern, storm gushing thru outside, fire cracklin on the hearth keepin us plenty warm, a stranger was talkin about his time in this particular dungeon where he found himself lost. I vividly remember that he had his hood above his head even thought he was inside, I couldn't quite see his face but the voice was familiar. Familiar in a way where sometimes you smell something and it takes you back to your childhood home. That kind. He told me that If I ever found myself lost in a dungeon, alone, with no resources. Simply stop. Take a breath, and look for the light.
it must have been hours or minutes, I lost track. it started to get warmer. a gentle fresh breeze is passing thru me. the flowers were getting a little harder to see i guess it was becoming lighter in the dungeon. i didnt realize and so as I turned a corner, the light blinded me, first I saw just a green blur, then some grass, leaves, and trees further beyond. I stepped outside, the sun had just rose. I was so happy to see grass, and forgetting how much fatigue I am, I collapsed promptly on the spot. I thought that this aint a bad way to die. So as the forever sleep slowly covered me in its dream-like atmosphere, I faintly heard some voices.
to be continued... (october 30, 2024 by rem)
@catedoge3206
"I must go now. My kingdom needs me." The knight speaks in a disinterested choppy voice.
The animation slide showing the knight jaggedly moves off screen as if imitating riding a horse.
*Holds up a hastily written scribble"
"The knight died on his way back to the kingdom"
there's something about staying calm in a situation that bears no power when you're in control of your own mind.
That is POWER and it is liberation, you realize it was always has been
These videos always bring so much comfort ❤
We all gonna make it brahs
"You will find your way out young one. It will be found inside." - Stormgast
Yes, inside.
"once the hero of his journey, now looking back as the villain of the story staring at the ruins of his old childhood city, wondering if this path he had walked, was the correct choice."
Whoever watching this video, i wish you peace 🤍
These are the best videos for focus
I'm lost... Lost in my own thoughts...Lost in my dark desires and the dense fog of darkness of my purpose and my heart blind me... Looking for an answer by looking at the stars, going back in time and traveling through my dreams, in a reality that I have never lived but feel alive, I hide there, from my sad reality... A place where I can hide from doing something, battling like a knight against sin, wandering aimlessly along the paths I will choose... I am exhausted... I look at the horizon of life and I see that this is just the beginning... I don't feel anything changing... It's as if I'm lost in time and the sands of time are swallowing me little by little... If I really am a knight, I'm a Crestfallen ans exhausted Knight , just waiting for a time when I will give up, left there, in the lake to rot and be forgotten by time, after mosses and plants grow under my armor. Will I one day find the answer to my thoughts?
5 hour energy drink?
you speak beautifully in the midst of pain. Your light is still plain to see
@@pcrizzI’ve heard trolling like this is a traumatic response to not wanting to deal with complex emotion that this guys thoughts just reminded you of. It’s how you stay calm about everything while he’s freaking out. In other words you should be a lot more humble because I would not consider that strength. I’d consider that a failure to contact your local therapist.
Hope you get the help you need.
@christophersatkowski8548 the word you are looking for is "joke". It's okay to make jokes. Don't let woke culture rot your brain, it's just a passing cultural trend.
@@pcrizz that was an incredibly half-assed attempt to hide what we both know to be true. Sleep tight kiddo.
I woke up with no knowledge of how I got there. The "there" was strange indeed. Untouched by man for thousands of years easily. But I could tell someone had laid a path for this at least once. The adventure must have started or ended here.
Is this a quote from something? If so, what from please? I love it and think it's incredible.
@@BusbyWasTaken I just made it up as I wrote it.
@@deepthoughtsshallowworld Legend
@@deepthoughtsshallowworld Impressed man
that was good but it lacked subtlety, think of the ocean and the sky, do they tell you that they are there? rather you know in the best of ways.
With no knowledge my eyes woke from their slumber. No knowledge to what power decreed my future fate should be intertwined to what met my gaze with uncertainty; my shaken demeanor only able to comprehend it a labyrinth even if it not. It had the makings of untouched ancient history, an archeologist's greatest bounty, as for me it was my greatest overwhelm. A sea of uncertainty, the human instinct to protect one's life my boat, poetry coming out of the recesses of my mind as I struggle to understand the very nature of my life as I know it as it would be a tale the poets would vie to understand to enrich their minds. Nay, this infrastructure may have others like me struggling to get a handle on it. And where there may be clues.. there may be an answer.
subtlety is how u make things believable, add power to it
very calming
There are times when the only way out is to go in even further no matter the pain or terror
Something to read while you drown into the music:
"I woke up from the sound of a falling boulder. I could see huge man-made structures all around me. It took me a while to gather my senses and my belongings, it was cold, I could see small stones falling from the tall structure around me. There was this smoke that I could see slowly clearing up in front of me, "must've been at a distance", I thought to myself as I recalled waking up to a falling boulder. I glanced where I was lying to find a long sword covered with strange markings. As I removed the sword from its sheath, I looked up to find that the smoke had finally cleared and my heart sank at the sight of the view that laid in front of me. It was a magnificent fortress, which held memories of a distant, vibrant past. The walls taller than any titan that might've roamed the mortal realm, I could see a castle in a distance that looked fit for no human but a god. I could hear birds chirping and flying near the castle which gave me hope that perhaps I could find some food to get by.
My eyes felt at a small opening in the wall beside me, it looked like it housed a small animal..a fox or a rabbit perhaps. I took small strides towards the opening, the rustling noise rattled the small puppy that was in the hole. It seemed confused, not scared, and I finally had someone to relate to in this vast scale of a fortress. I reached out and brought the pup out of the dark, this moment of calmness was ruined with a loud noise in a distant, "It looks like it came from the castle", I thought to myself. I turned back to the hole and pulled out a small cloth that the pup was sleeping in and made out a small bag that I could use to carry the pup. This beautiful baby was so quiet, so trustful, so relatable. I slowly started my walk towards the castle."
I will continue this the next time I am here :D
thank u spiritual brother
There is always light for the ones who seek the ultimate reality
I love the idea of megastructures laying ruined like this some tens of thousands of years from now
Bless everyone and don't forget yourself!"
The indomitable human spirit will never cease
any who gets in my way know this the most
Thank you, brother 🧘♂️
Hi awesome music my man. I was always wondering where do you find such beautifull images with knights? I want to set a multi wallpaper with them but dont know where to find them! 😢
The way out, is in
Where do you get the pics on this channel they're all so cool
"I know no one will ever know just what we know..."
Hi ! I find the drawing amazing, does someone know where we can find them on the net ? cheers
"So, i see you're stuck in this maze too haven't you?"
i kept walking, and walking, and walking. my body grew tired but my mind kept wandering. i wondered. is this it? is this all there is? as I sat down to catch my breath, drinking the last drops of my water, I came to a gentle sleep.
I never really understood when veteran dungeon adventurers in taverns talked about how the best sleep they ever gotten in their lives is within the dungeons themselves. the odd noise here and there. a creaking of a door, mice scuttlin around, gust of wind blowing somewhere. Never a time where one finds it silent. How can anyone sleep in these conditions? Cold stale atmosphere eventually lulled me into slumber.
I woke up, not knowing what time it was and where I was. That's the thing with dungeons, if you don't have a reliable time counter person, no artificial light can ever reproduce day and night. Dehydrated, head pounding, stomach growling, I tried my best to suppress it all. I found myself thinking. and thinking. and thinking. and thin-...
a CLAPPING sound woke me up from a sleep i never remembered even going to.
as i was layin there, down to my last hours, hoping that somebody comes and saves me, a thought flickered across my mind.
gone as fast as it came.
I ran after it but it seems to be a step ahead always. frustrated, i stopped to catch my breath. im dying. i guess this is where my grand adventure ends.
as I am rotting, the gentle earth slowly consuming me, the spirits to and fro, the thought came back as a light. i had a sudden realization then and there. it was as if i have been engulfed by something warm. something wholesome. something that cared for me. "i am never lost for I am here". and with that, i spotted a trail of bioluminescent flowers in my peripheral.
How long was it there? and how did I not notice it? with the last of my strength and will, I walked with determination slowly but surely towards the light of the flowers. I remember one night when I was in another tavern, storm gushing thru outside, fire cracklin on the hearth keepin us plenty warm, a stranger was talkin about his time in this particular dungeon where he found himself lost. I vividly remember that he had his hood above his head even thought he was inside, I couldn't quite see his face but the voice was familiar. Familiar in a way where sometimes you smell something and it takes you back to your childhood home. That kind. He told me that If I ever found myself lost in a dungeon, alone, with no resources. Simply stop. Take a breath, and look for the light.
it must have been hours or minutes, I lost track. it started to get warmer. a gentle fresh breeze is passing thru me. the flowers were getting a little harder to see i guess it was becoming lighter in the dungeon. i didnt realize and so as I turned a corner, the light blinded me, first I saw just a green blur, then some grass, leaves, and trees further beyond. I stepped outside, the sun had just rose. I was so happy to see grass, and forgetting how much fatigue I am, I collapsed promptly on the spot. I thought that this aint a bad way to die. So as the forever sleep slowly covered me in its dream-like atmosphere, I faintly heard some voices.
to be continued... (october 30, 2024 by rem)
real.
Actually wouldn't mind being lost in a place like that.
Beautiful art😊 Who is the author?
It's odd to be back in a place you once called home. The echo of knights and warriors gathered around the dining halls in merryment and victory is a farcry from the reality that you face today. Decadent, silent, empty.
You look about the crumbled walls, loose bricks, dirt, dust and rock covered furnishings of this once-lively place with only the sun peering in from the place where the trebuchet found its mark.
Your clan, once noble and proud, is now lifeless as a cold forge without a smith to ignite it.
It has been years since you took up your sword and donned the mantle, but you believe that you may be the spark the clan needs to burn brightly once again.
Your nostalgia fades, you allow the memories to leave your mind, you let out a long, slow sigh. Then you say it, "It's time to go." and take your first steps away from the past.
When d34th arrives, you will find that such a mysterious exit leads to another entrance. This applies whether or not you can comprehend such celestial events.
🐲✨🐲✨🐲✨
"Before I start, I must see my end. Destination known, my mind's journey now begins. Upon my chariot, heart and soul's fate revealed. In time, all points converge; hope's strength resteeled. But to earn final peace at the Universe's endless refrain, we must see all in nothingness... before we start again."
🐲✨🐲✨🐲✨
-- Diamond Dragons (series)
Finally coming into the realisation and acceptance of my defeat. I remain calm, as I know there's nothing to be done to change it. I feel nothing, for I had already been consumed by everything.
And yet, we must continue to fight until that defeat is made certain by reality. Until then, the struggle is our power against the inevitable outcome set upon us. At the very least, perhaps we could gain enough strength before the defeat to endure is consequences and start anew. 🍻
why always a knight?
why not.
Because life is a battle.
I always feel like when it comes to wandering some desolate place that doesnt seem to have much in the way of danger besides the quietness of itself id be at peace hearing my own footsteps echoing around. Not a liminal space sort of desolate quiet place but someplace that clearly now just has nothing stopping you from wandering