วีดีโอ

¡Rad que te haya gustado! Les deseo lo mejor a ti y a tu familia. 🙏✨

Thank you so much for your support! Glad you’re enjoying the vibes-wishing you endless good energy and great moments ahead! 👾🎶

****** In the vast expanse of the universe, there exists a peculiar little bar called the Pink Nebula Lounge. It drifts serenely in the orbit of a dying star, glowing with the soft hues of rose quartz and coral-a beacon of warmth and wonder amidst the cold, infinite void. The bar welcomes all who wander the stars: intergalactic merchants, cosmic drifters, and even the occasional lonely astronaut. One such astronaut sat at the counter one evening, his pristine suit reflecting the soft, ambient light. The bar was alive with the chatter of alien patrons, their luminous eyes and iridescent skin glinting as they sipped kaleidoscopic cocktails. Yet, amidst the laughter and music, the astronaut sat still, cradling a pink cocktail in his gloved hand. It was a drink he'd never taste. The bartender, an eight-limbed creature with a penchant for mixology, slid the drink across to him earlier, the glass frosted and bejeweled with sugar. "For you," it said in a voice like the hum of distant stars. The astronaut tilted his helmet slightly, as if to examine the concoction. He didn’t respond, but he accepted it with a gentle nod. Why would he hold a drink he couldn’t sip? The aliens around him wondered, their glowing faces betraying subtle curiosity. They had seen travelers come and go, but this human seemed… different. The truth was, the astronaut wasn’t there for the drink. He wasn’t even there for the company, though the laughter and voices swirled around him like a soothing melody. He was there because of what the bar represented. The Pink Nebula Lounge wasn’t just a bar-it was a place where time felt suspended, where weary travelers could pause and reflect on their journeys. And for the astronaut, it was a reminder of something he had almost forgotten: the simple beauty of existing in the moment. The pink cocktail in his hand wasn’t a drink. It was a symbol-a fragile, fleeting thing that embodied joy, whimsy, and the life he’d left behind on Earth. He thought of the little things he once took for granted: the feel of sunlight on his skin, the scent of freshly mowed grass, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Each of those moments had been as sweet and delicate as the drink in his hand, but he had been too busy chasing the stars to savor them. Now, here he was, thousands of light-years from home, holding a glass he could never drink from, sitting in a bar surrounded by beings who would never truly understand him. And yet, he felt strangely… content. The aliens whispered among themselves. “Why does he hold it?” “Why doesn’t he take off the helmet?” Finally, one brave soul-an amphibious creature with eyes like twin moons-approached him. “Hey,” it croaked, “why hold a drink you can’t enjoy?” The astronaut turned slowly, his visor reflecting the galaxy outside the window. He lifted the glass slightly, as if to toast the curious alien. “Sometimes,” he said, his voice crackling through the comms, “it’s not about drinking. It’s about what the drink means.” The alien tilted its head, puzzled. The astronaut continued, “Back home, pink was the color of sunsets, of cotton candy at summer fairs, of flowers blooming in spring. This drink-this silly, beautiful, impossible drink-reminds me of all the things I loved and forgot to appreciate.” He set the glass down gently, his gloved hand lingering on the countertop. “I don’t need to taste it. Just holding it is enough to remind me of what matters. Sometimes, you don’t have to consume something to feel its meaning. Sometimes, the idea is enough.” The alien blinked, processing the words. Then, with a quiet nod, it shuffled back to its seat, perhaps contemplating its own symbols of meaning. Behind the counter, the bartender smiled knowingly, its many hands busy crafting another round of cosmic cocktails. The stars continued to drift outside the window, and the bar hummed with life. The astronaut sat quietly, gazing at the pink drink, his thoughts a million miles away. The glass would remain untouched, yet it had already served its purpose. In its delicate, glowing reflection, he saw not just the universe-but himself. And that was enough.

@@ChillVii AND SURELY IT WAS!

¡Muchas gracias por tu comentario! Nos alegra que te haya gustado. ¡Disfruta de la música! ¡Siempre eres bienvenido por aquí! 😊🎶

❤

Thank you so much for your suggestion! I really appreciate it. The thing is, I’ve studied other channels, and almost everyone labels their music as "study," "work," or "coding" music. There are thousands of such channels, and I’m trying to create something a bit more unique and original. Even though space-themed channels (like mine) probably number in the hundreds as well, it still feels more distinct to me. But again, thank you for your advice-it means a lot!

@@ChillVii you got 124 views congrats

@@om_op666 Thanks

@@ChillVii welcome and as for the new years festive ill just spend time with my friends and family

@@ChillVii i saw your comments but i will reply later due to some works i skipped it and now im replying

Hello, my friend! So glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for your kind words. Much love to Uzbekistan! ♥🙏