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  • @Tenebrarum-Manuss
    @Tenebrarum-Manuss  16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +7

    The Bookstore of Winter's Breath
    In the heart of an ancient forest blanketed in winterโ€™s delicate shroud, there stood a bookstore unlike any other-a place where stories whispered their secrets into the crackle of firewood and snowflakes danced in the doorway like fleeting spirits. The carved oak doors, weathered yet grand, had been flung wide open to welcome the falling snow, allowing the cold to mingle with the warm embrace of a roaring fire within.
    The air inside was rich with the scent of aged parchment and ink, an intoxicating aroma for dreamers and wanderers who sought solace in words. Mahogany shelves towered towards the heavens, crammed with books bound in leather and gold, their spines glinting faintly in the flickering light of brass lanterns. A crimson armchair sat patiently by the hearth, its velvet cushions soft and inviting, as if awaiting a reader to curl into its embrace.
    Beyond the doorway, the snow-laden trees stood as silent sentinels, their branches heavy with icy burdens. Each flake that tumbled to the ground caught the amber glow spilling from the shop, sparkling like tiny stars before vanishing into the drifts. The wind carried the faintest melody, a song of winter, as if the forest itself hummed in harmony with the warm hum of the fireplace.
    Inside, time seemed to slow. The flames danced merrily, casting playful shadows that leapt across the bookshelves. A single table bore an open tome, its pages etched with sprawling handwriting that might have belonged to an ancient storyteller. Next to it lay a steaming cup of tea, forgotten by the owner who had been lured to the window, lost in the hypnotic beauty of the snowfall.
    This was a sanctuary not just for the body, but for the soul. Those who stumbled upon it-travelers weary from lifeโ€™s endless journey-found themselves unable to leave, their hearts captured by its magic. Here, the boundary between the real and the imagined grew thin, as though the very walls breathed the enchantment of the tales they held. Every story, every character, felt alive within this space.
    And so the bookstore remained, a timeless haven, cradled between the fierce winter and the gentle warmth of its hearth. A place where snowflakes met firelight, and reality gave way to the infinite worlds written in ink.

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +5

    A beautiful feeling in this atmosphere between the snow and the warmth of the soul. It is as if you are wandering in your own world to the farthest place on earth or to infinity.

  • @tatana7291
    @tatana7291 13 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +2

    Krรกsnรฉ, melancholickรฉ, ale zรกroveลˆ i trochu nadฤ›jnรฉ... ๐Ÿ–ค

  • @karanveersingh7949
    @karanveersingh7949 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +4

    A room devoid of books is a spirit adrift, a hollow vessel yearning for the warmth of stories, the breath of wisdom, and the soul of dreams......

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +7

    I love you in all languages. I will write it not because I want you to know, but so that everyone who breathes on the face of the earth knows that love is like this.

  • @jojo-ww8ps
    @jojo-ww8ps 8 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

    Depuis quelques temps, tu ne nous sort que des pepites !

  • @ะขะฐะปะฐัะขะฐะปะฐั‡-ะด9ะถ
    @ะขะฐะปะฐัะขะฐะปะฐั‡-ะด9ะถ 15 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +2

    โคโคโคโคโคโคโค๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰โคโคโคโคโคโค๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ขะ–ัƒั€ะพะณัƒะผะดัƒะฝ ััƒะนัƒะบั‚ัƒัƒ ะผัƒะทั‹ะบะฐัั‹ั‹ ัƒะณัƒะฟ ะถะฐั‚ั‹ะฟ ะถะฐะฝั‹ะผ ะถั‹ั€ะณะฐะนั‚,ะบัƒั‡ ะบัƒะฑะฐั‚, ัะฝะตั€ะณะธั ะฐะปะฐะฐะผ.ะฃะบะบะฐะฝะดะฐะฝ ั‚ะฐะถะฐะฑะฐะนะผ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰โคโคโคโคโคโคโคโค

  • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
    @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +2

    Beautiful every time

  • @faisal_ja
    @faisal_ja 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +3

    Oh God I can hardly believe how beautiful this music is, you are a real artist all the love, appreciation and respect

  • @djibouti1962
    @djibouti1962 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +2

    Beautiful!

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +5

    The silent count is painful, and the most painful is the drowning count

    • @karanveersingh7949
      @karanveersingh7949 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

      The silent count lingers like shadows, but the drowning count pulls like tides-both carving echoes in the soul, yet from these depths, resilience often rises."

    • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
      @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 15 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

      Yes, my friend, I agree with you, but nothing is without trouble. You deal with situations according to what they are. You are strong and you have the ability to pretend that.. But who knows what you suffer in your solitude and within the walls of your dark room... Thank you. Greetings to you from the country of Iraq.

    • @karanveersingh7949
      @karanveersingh7949 15 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

      โ€‹@@ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ Your words carry such depth and truth-itโ€™s in solitude that we often wrestle with our heaviest storms. Yet, it is also in these moments that strength is quietly forged. The fact that we endure and rise again speaks of a resilience that deserves celebration. Remember, even in the darkest room, thereโ€™s always the promise of light. Thank you, my friend, for your kind and understanding words Greetings to you from India
      .and Feel free to share your thoughts or talk anytime.

    • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
      @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 14 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ

      I want to float. I am fed up with this depth. I drown in every thought that holds me like a web whose threads are woven from unanswerable questions. Every moment burdens my soul with inevitabilities that reshape myself without me choosing. This drowning is not in an ocean of water, but in a space of infinite uncertainty, where The crucible does not promise certainty as those who are drowning think. Rather, it erases the features of the self until it becomes a puzzle that is lost in the caves of consciousness. I want to float free from the gravity that pulls me into the heart of chaos, where searching for oneself becomes like trying to catch a mirage that reflects you but does not give you. Is depth really a path to truth? Or is it a trick used by our thoughts to keep us inside a maze with no way out? I do not want to delve further into the mirrors of existence that fragment me into spectra that dispute over their reality. I want the surface, even if it is as fragile as a shard of glass suspended between reality and nothingness. I want to float, not because I'm running away, but because I'm tired of searching in a world inhabited by the conflict between fantasy and reality.
      It is an honor for me, sir. Thank you very much. I am pleased with that. My respect.

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

    โคโค

  • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
    @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

    โค๐Ÿ˜Š

  • @ovigeonfean
    @ovigeonfean 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

    Love it โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน

  • @JETSO-T
    @JETSO-T 8 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

    I feel nostalgic from the past I was from the old generation when they used it โ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž I feel nostalgic for the past to the point that I hated this harsh life Where everyone beside me left me alone

  • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
    @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 16 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +3

    I had a question, if possible, is this your own writing or a quote? Thank you

    • @Tenebrarum-Manuss
      @Tenebrarum-Manuss  13 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

      Each story, every word, and every element of this artistic composition is the fruit of my imagination and creative effort. It is my work, born from passion and dedication. At the same time, I make use of the possibilities offered by artificial intelligence-it serves as a support that facilitates the creative process but does not replace the soul I pour into each tale. Thank you for your question and for your interest in my work.๐ŸŒน

    • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
      @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 13 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

      I appreciate your work very much, it is truly amazing, and I am sure you have a tremendous and dazzling future. You are artistic in your feelings and feelings, but you are something beyond description and comprehension. When I read your letters, I read them once, twice, or three times without getting bored... Sincere greetings, affection, and respect from Iraq to you.

    • @Tenebrarum-Manuss
      @Tenebrarum-Manuss  12 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +3

      I send my warmest regards and expressions of gratitude for your kind words! ๐ŸŒน

  • @seanmclatgal7
    @seanmclatgal7 11 ะดะฝั–ะฒ ั‚ะพะผัƒ +1

    ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’žโœ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽป๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’–