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really love u,gracias por subir esto amigo all oddworld saga is underrateddd

this game changed my soul

Very good image with music to cure the mind!

A truly deep soundscape. The ocean ambience woven into the dystopian vibes makes it so atmospheric. I don't know if you're looking for ideas, but if you are, maybe you could try other atmospheres in your upcoming dystopian videos. Like desert, space, or forest ambience. Anyway 😊 I just wanted to drop by and say how amazing this video is. The waves, together with the metallic textures, make for a unique, calming, and transportative atmosphere 🖤🌊

intriguing indeed!

Project: o m i n o u s [odyssey] -- Log 009 Date: 57-08-05 od Location: l u c i u s - d o c k, Weihlorn IV Conditions: Sea Mist, Moody Atmosphere, Metallic Clanging of Dock Workers The journey to Weihlorn IV was fraught with anticipation, the planet’s reputation for unpredictable ocean tides and treacherous waters echoing in my mind. My destination was l u c i u s - d o c k, a haven for an old friend and one of the most fierce ex-agents in the universe-Lucius. As I approached the sharp-edged brutalist house, the air was thick with sea mist, shrouding the structure in an ethereal gloom. The moody atmosphere was punctuated by the distant metallic clanging of dock workers, their laborious efforts a constant reminder of the harsh realities of life on Weihlorn IV. The ocean tides, notorious for their capricious nature, had receded just enough to reveal Lucius's sleek, amphibious dwelling. For most of the day, it remained submerged, its unique design ensuring his location stayed hidden from prying eyes beneath the murky waters. Lucius's house, a testament to his ingenuity and desire for secrecy, stood as a solitary sentinel against the encroaching sea. Its brutalist architecture, all sharp angles and cold concrete, melded seamlessly with the stark landscape. The fleeting period of low tide provided a narrow window of opportunity to reach the elusive ex-agent, whose name was whispered in the darkest corners of the galaxy. The purpose of my visit was simple: to stay updated on the clandestine happenings within the universe's shadows. Lucius, a man of unparalleled knowledge and resourcefulness, was the most informed person I knew. His network of contacts and deep connections within the criminal underworld made him an invaluable source of intelligence. As I made my way towards the house, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the foundation created an almost hypnotic soundtrack, blending with the distant sounds of the docks. The mist clung to everything, casting an eerie glow that heightened the sense of isolation and secrecy. Lucius greeted me with a nod, his steely gaze betraying a lifetime of danger and survival. Despite the years and the myriad of threats that loomed over him, he remained as formidable as ever. Inside, the house was sparse, functional, designed for efficiency rather than comfort-a true reflection of its owner. We spoke at length, sharing information and insights. Lucius’s keen understanding of the criminal syndicates and their machinations was as sharp as ever. His tales of intrigue and power plays painted a vivid picture of the galaxy’s underbelly, a world where shadows and secrets reigned supreme. As the tide began to rise once more, I knew my time was limited. We exchanged final words, our mutual respect unspoken but deeply understood. Lucius would continue to be a vital ally in my quest for truth, his hidden sanctuary a beacon of knowledge in a universe shrouded in mystery. With a heavy heart and a mind filled with new intel, I departed from l u c i u s - d o c k, the mist and tides swallowing the brutalist structure once again. The journey ahead was uncertain, but armed with the insights from an old friend, I felt a renewed sense of purpose in the ongoing struggle against the encroaching darkness. ~ ⌾

Date: [Redacted] Location: e x o l a b s Conditions: Ominous Green Glow, Enormous Concrete Walls, Eerie Atmosphere As I approached the monolithic structure known as e x o l a b s, an unsettling feeling gnawed at my consciousness. The courtyard, encased by towering concrete walls, radiated an eerie, green luminescence that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The windows mirrored this glow, casting an ominous light that pierced the surrounding gloom. The e x o corporation, a shadowy entity in the vast expanse of the cosmos, had bought an entire collection of planets to further their enigmatic operations. They controlled three planets solely for research and industry, a testament to their immense influence and ambition. e x o c o r p, a private medical company, was reputed for developing groundbreaking technology. Whispers of a project called e x o p o o l s had reached my ears, pools imbued with advanced tech capable of healing almost any condition, including some cancers. This project, shrouded in secrecy, was both a marvel and a menace. While it promised miraculous cures, its benefits were reserved for the universe's wealthy and powerful elite, a stark contrast to my lifelong fight for truth and justice for all civilians. Diagnosed with a terminal illness, I found myself at a crossroads. My connections, forged through years of navigating the treacherous labyrinth of power, had granted me access to e x o c o r p's inner sanctum. An invitation to preview the e x o p o o l project was extended, a rare opportunity to witness their marvel firsthand. The air was thick with anticipation and trepidation as I stood before the entrance, the green glow casting long, eerie shadows that danced along the walls. The oppressive silence of the facility seemed to press in on me, amplifying my sense of unease. My mind churned with conflicting thoughts as I prepared to step inside. The promise of a cure was tantalizing, yet the cost-both moral and ethical-was immense. The shadows of the universe had never seemed darker, and my resolve to uncover the truth had never been stronger. With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I took a deep breath and stepped toward the entrance, ready to confront the secrets that lay within e x o l a b s. The fight for truth and justice continued, even in the face of overwhelming odds and insidious darkness. ~ ⌾

This goes so well with the image, caught a great cinematic feeling! 🎬

Cinematic in scope, yet deeply calming. Instant favorite 💚

Epic scale, feels like the courtyard of a giant university in the future where everyone watches VR lectures inside of cryo chamber capsules

Thanks,,,,,,respetc from finland

.. absolutely amazing, wonderful .. :)

YES! I LOVE THIS

I really like the flickering light effects in the video. Goes well with your music. Do you create all of the images too?

I just watched Dune; this feels like the sounds of underground Sietch Tabr where the sacred water is kept.

Nice work! Calmly and peaceful...

Oh my god, this is amazing!

Loving this vibe Orlando 💚🖤

Slap me twice and call me Sally, THIS IS GOOD!! :D

Project: o m i n o u s [odyssey] -- Log 007 Date: 47: 58: 0405 [od] Location: Oddworld Conditions: Muggy Atmosphere, Industrial Hum, Thick Smog My voyage to Oddworld was not of my own volition but an official summons from Molluck, a prominent Glukkon of the Magog Cartel. The reputation of the Glukkons precedes them-shrewd businessmen, some whispered of their ties to illicit endeavors, even likening them to gangsters of old. As my craft descended into the murky atmosphere of Oddworld, I couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that gripped me. The dampness hung heavy in the air, thick with the pungent scent of industry. Guided by two Sligs, their mechanical gaits echoing off the metal corridors, I made my way toward Rupture Farms. The colossal structure loomed before me, a black monolith amidst the mist-shrouded landscape. Its metallic exterior gleamed dully in the muted light, a stark contrast to the verdant greenery that surrounded it. Inside, the relentless hum of machinery filled the air, a constant reminder of the ceaseless activity within. Molluck, adorned in opulent attire befitting his station, awaited me in his lavish office. His features were angular, his eyes shrewd and calculating, betraying the keen intellect that lay behind his facade of affability. As he led me on a tour of the facility, his words dripped with honeyed promises of prosperity and success. Yet, beneath the veneer of opulence, I glimpsed the harsh reality of life at Rupture Farms. The Mudokens, the backbone of Molluck's operation, toiled tirelessly amid the deafening roar of machinery. Their emaciated forms and haunted expressions spoke volumes, a silent testament to the cruelty that lurked beneath the surface. Despite Molluck's attempts to paint a picture of contentment and harmony, the truth was plain to see-the Mudokens were little more than slaves, their lives sacrificed in the name of profit and greed. And as Molluck extolled the virtues of their latest product, "New and Tasty," I couldn't help but wonder at the true cost of its production. As I departed Oddworld, the haunting visages of the Mudokens remained etched in my mind, a stark reminder of the injustices that pervaded this world. The shadow of the Magog Cartel loomed large over Rupture Farms, casting a pall over the entire planet. Yet, amidst the darkness, a spark of defiance burned within me-a determination to expose the truth and seek justice for those who had been wronged. ~ ⌾

WOoww this is absolutely amazing and deep 🖤

i hear spacey

Everything is pristine, beautiful vibe on this one

Great Job!!

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Project: o m i n o u s [odyssey] -- Log 006 Date: [Redacted] Location: z y a n - h e i g h t s - o u t p o s t Conditions: Lush Ethereal Mist, High Humidity, Remote Location As I ascend the mist-shrouded peaks of z y a n, the air thick with humidity and the scent of lush vegetation, I am reminded of the serenity that exists in the remotest corners of the galaxy. Here, at the z y a n - h e i g h t s Outpost, nestled amidst the towering mountains, I find respite from the ceaseless turmoil that defines my existence. The outpost, a well-placed haven along the interstellar routes, serves as a sanctuary for weary travelers and clandestine operatives alike. Shielded from prying eyes by the natural cloak of the mountains and bolstered by powerful communication systems, it offers a fleeting refuge from the ever-watchful gaze of the authorities. As I take in the breathtaking vista that stretches before me, a sense of tranquility washes over me, momentarily quieting the incessant chatter of my mind. The ethereal mist envelops me like a shroud, its gentle embrace a soothing balm for my weary soul. Here, amidst the verdant splendor of z y a n, I allow myself a moment of introspection, contemplating the path that lies ahead. The weight of my mission hangs heavy upon my shoulders, but in this fleeting moment of respite, I find solace in the knowledge that I am not alone in my quest for truth. As the sun sets beyond the horizon, casting long shadows across the mountain peaks, I am filled with a renewed sense of purpose. Though the road ahead may be fraught with peril and uncertainty, I am undeterred in my pursuit of justice and enlightenment. With the ethereal mist swirling around me like a cloak of invisibility, I prepare to depart from this tranquil sanctuary, ready to face whatever challenges await me in the days to come. For as long as the spark of rebellion burns within my heart, I will continue to press forward, ever vigilant in my quest to expose the secrets that lie hidden in the shadows.

Loving this vibe Orlando 🧡

Deep and brooding , thanks Orlando 🖤

one of the best i've heard. Subscribing to this channel right now!

................good

nobody: egypt in 2099:

Project: o m i n o u s [odyssey] -- Log 005 Date: 33: 57: 0405 [od] Location: Citadel X, Xoign-IV Conditions: Wet and Foggy, Ominous Atmosphere As I approached the imposing structure of Citadel X, the weight of apprehension settled like a leaden shroud upon my shoulders. The black metal pyramid loomed ominously against the backdrop of a wet and foggy landscape, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly into the murky abyss. Citadel X, one of the highest security prisons in the galaxy, stood as a fortress of darkness amidst the desolate expanse of Xoign-IV-a planet notorious for hosting three of the most impenetrable penal institutions known to civilization. My mission: to visit a prisoner known as Xhalroy Bekk, a figure shrouded in infamy for his leadership of the Tsingell Clan-a rebel faction that once dared to challenge the tyranny of the galaxy's rulers with extreme force. As I stood before the foreboding gates of Citadel X, a sense of trepidation gnawed at the edges of my resolve. Xhalroy Bekk was not known for his hospitality, and our past encounters had been fraught with tension and mistrust. Yet, despite my misgivings, I pressed forward, guided by a sense of duty and obligation to my cause. The head of Project: o m i n o u s had secured my access into the citadel-a testament to the power of alliances forged in the shadows. But as I stepped through the threshold of Citadel X, uncertainty gripped my heart like a vice. The labyrinthine corridors echoed with the whispers of forgotten souls, each step forward a reminder of the perilous path that lay ahead. With each passing moment, the air grew heavier, thick with the palpable tension of impending confrontation. I knew not what to expect within these hallowed halls, but one thing was certain: danger lurked in every shadow, and my journey into the heart of darkness had only just begun. With a heavy heart and a wary mind, I steeled myself for the challenges that awaited me within the depths of Citadel X. For in the pursuit of truth, one must often tread the razor's edge between light and shadow, risking everything in the name of justice and redemption. And so, with a silent prayer upon my lips, I ventured forth into the abyss, ready to confront whatever trials lay in store on this fateful day. ~ ⌾

terrific an ambience. dark paradise 🖤

God job!

Я хочу туда. Мне кажется, что когда туда зайдешь, то там будет лаборатория, где выращивают чужого

yes, the lost colony larium - my home. oh how i long for it.

Great video, but It would be best if you can showcase the interior of the building !

I can picture myself walking through a dark factory with this one. Turn the corner and AHHH something in the shadows. What do you guys see in the shadows here, or am I off point completely?

This is truly a captivating sound and amazingly stunning and perfect video for it as well...🖤

This is one of my favorite liminal soundtracks! Thank you

Love the work and the story in description. It reminds me SCP stories.. respect, keep goin !

Wow super relaxing 😌😌😌

really, really beautiful. can i buy this track on bandcamp?

Superb work, love the atmosphere created here. Keep up the great work, really looking forward to more!

Thank you

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Thanks airing and sharing the outstanding video with magnificent sound textures of Ambient.Music endeavors are preponderance.Bliss

WIthin 10 seconds of this coming on, I could see the opening of a movie -- a pair of legs walks over the camera and is heading away from us. The camera starts following and catches up as it lifts around to see the face of a determined, seasoned man walking towards his ship at the end of this walkway. The boarding ramp slowly lowers as he approaches and walks up into the ship. His boots echo off of the steel flooring of the payload area as he heads towards the cockpit. As the doors slide open, the analog and digital gauges come alive with a glow of low orange as the rogue flips a couple of overhead switches to start warming up the fuel pods. He knows the job he just took back in the bar is going to push the limits of his ship, but for a chance to clear his record and pocket a sizeable reward, the risk was worth it (wasn't it?)

Super deep sound. 👍 One question: How do you animate those blinking lights on the bottom?

Very nice, this ticks a lot of boxes for this type of Ambient. Favourite so far out of the last dozen or so, that I've listened to this week. peace