This sounds so tragically beautiful...I hate it and love it at the same time. It gives me the feeling of watching everything and everyone I know and love slowly fade away into dust. -slow-motion-sorrow-
SophiYah Yisrael *cuts to infinity War scene where everyone is turning to dust in slow motion* *family and friends start turning into dust as you helplessly watch, tethered to this unkind world as everyone you know and love is taken from you* *heart full of sorrow, you crumple to the ground and start to cry...not stopping until you start to fade away, your ashes blowing in a different direction from your loved ones*
A midnight mist rolls off the contorted forms of the waltzing shadows. It swells out towards the wildlife, breaths of lust audible. Luminous petals stir in the summer-tinged air, drawing a dark wisp towards it. The wisp beguiles the blue cup, it tips in forward. The darkness coils around the stamen; slowly, ever so slowly, the luminosity rots and the petal sags, a starlike pollen drips from the corpse and browns on reaching the grass’s arms. The haze is lascivious, rolling over the violet-bathed meadow, draping over the trees, sinking into the grass and traveling up its shafts, thumbing at flower’s petals. The girl a safe inside, a thin layer of glass protects her from the night. Her head tilts to rest upon her savior’s pane, her tears pearly in the moonlight. Amethyst limns the her profile and tints her flaxen hair, a chimerical sight. Lavender streaks the sky and burns it’s trail into the atmosphere. All but moments later an explosion rocks the landscape. Another streaks past, seconds later another. They start following in quick succession, it’s only a matter of seconds before the meadow becomes affected. A ball of brilliant light forms and expands at a fixed pace, it’s effulgent flames burning into the cornea of any possible onlookers. In the streaks purple firelight, the ravaged meadow is host to shadows that dance faster now, alarmingly fast, the silhouettes dance tumultuously. The girl retreats further into her cocoon of blankets, she isn’t afraid - she can’t be, she’s accepted this. The blazing streaks periodically color her figure in an ethereal violet, a steady swell and wane of light. She closes her eyes as she holds back an audible sob, the eerie resonance of shadowy harmonies nearly reaches a point of intolerance. All there is to do is sit and wait. Ooh these a great to use a prompt to write thank you!!
I love this. Moonlight Sonata has always conveyed a weirdly specific scene for me, and you somehow emphasized it. To me, this song is dancing in a empty ballroom and remembering a time when you weren't dancing alone. I love it.
EDIT: Part 2 is in the replies :) The sword drug though the ground behind him, cutting through the soft earth and leaving a trail to mark his passing. It was the only thing he'd left behind, the only thing to show he had gone this way, chosen this path. Ahead, the road continued on, winding its way through a forest of sorrowful thoughts and shadows. If Anabelle had truly gone this way, then he would follow her. He'd follow her forever, if that was what he needed to do. He walked on, through the shadows of the trees. The branches pulled at his clothes, already torn and stained from the same struggles that bloodied his face and chipped his sword. In the distance, a wail rose up, a fierce crying like a scream. Anabelle. That was her voice. He'd never heard such a sound, such an inhuman cry rise from her, but he would never mistake her voice for another. He hurried his steps, and they carried him further and further into the forest. He turned away from the path, stepping into the depths as he followed the cries. A castle appeared in the distance. It was little more than a stone home, a single window lit by candle light, but here in the forest, it had the bearing and presence of a fortress as grand as any. He approached the door, his hear heavy with trepidation, but the cries must have been coming from here. Anabelle was inside, he was sure of it. He hefted his sword, lifting it up, and the frail candlelight caught in the stained blade, the blood clinging it seeming to glow like the flames of hell. He approached the door way, and gave the door a light push. It swung open on hinges that howled like a wolf, and yet, as he entered the through the doorway, no voice called for him to halt. The wailing fell silent, and all was still. He made his way through the entryway, and towards the stairs. He ascended them, taking care to keep his footsteps from echoing against the hard stone, but there was no one here. The place was long abandoned, and as the silence grew heavier all around him, the certainty that he would find Anabelle rose in his chest. At long last, and after all this searching, he would finally find her, the woman he had loved for all those years. At the top of the stairs, he turned left. The light was stronger that way, and like a month drawn to the flame, he was drawn to her. It was only a few steps further, and he found himself standing before a closed door, the flickering light of a candle visible beneath the door. He took a deep breath, feeling it rattle around in his lungs as if there wasn't enough air. He pulled the door open, and stepped inside. Anabelle sat beside the window in a room that lacked even the most basic of necessities. A chair beside the window and a small table to hold the single candle dancing in the darkness were all it held. She turned to face him, her dark hair framing her face, and her dark eyes light black pits that dug into his heart and pulled out what he feared most. "Hello, John," she said. Her lips pulled back in a smile. John raised his sword and held it before him. The smile widened, revealing a pair of delicate fangs, sending a tremor down John's back. He wasn't afraid of her. He wasn't afraid. "I've been waiting for you," she said. A tear ran down her face. "This place is just about right, don't you think? I could disappear here, and no one would ever find me." She looked back out the window again. She had been watching this entire time? She'd seen him arrive at the castle, or perhaps she'd been watching for even longer. "Did you love me?" she asked. John nodded. For years he had loved her. "And our children?" He nodded again. She was asking foolish questions now. He should--he should finish this now, but every word she spoke in that voice, with that face was another word spoken by the woman he had lived his life for. It was another moment of imaginary happiness. Another memory to hold tight. "What about now?" she asked. "Do you still love me? "I do," he said. His voice cracked, but the words were strong enough, and her smile changed. It brightened; it warmed until it was almost a shadow of the smile she had once had. The smile that had been stained forever by the blood of their children and the hunger or a monster that lurked within her. "Even now, you still say that?" she gave a small laugh, a helpless laugh. as he nodded. "And that is why you're here to kill me, isn't it?" She stood and moved away from the window. Her words stung his heart, and his vision blurred as a tears welled, but he would not let them fall. Not till the job was done. Not till the monster his wife had become was put to rest, just as the children had been. He took a moment to look at the sword, at the blood crumbling along the edges, rusting away the blade. The sword like himself, it was cracking and rusting. It was stained with hard choices, and the only things remaining to him, were harder choices. He pointed the blade towards her heart and held it with an unwavering grip. This was what had to be done. This was what Anabelle wanted, and what he feared more than anything. She held her hands outwards, holding them open as if seeking an embrace, and exposing her heart, or the place where one should have been. "Before I lose what's left of me to the beast inside," she said, "let's dance this one, last time." ----Sorry! I didn't mean for this to be so long! I just got excited, so I'll cut it off here.
Graceless Liar I almost cried so beautiful thank you for this small story into the mind of a broken-hearted man sent to kill the love of his life. I wanna know more.
A tapestry stained of tragedy, melancholy, and sorrow. Amidst the girl’s tragic fate, lit only by the moon’s ethereal rays, was her final gift upon the world she called her home. Like the placid rain that tapped upon the glass, this would be the final time her eyes would be open. She breathed it, lived it; the girl poured her life into it. She left behind a final sonata: a Moonlight Sonata.
I love this piece so much. I played violin from a young age but I just loved the way this sounded on a piano and this song convinced me to start piano lessons. For a whole summer I was so invested in learning this and at the end of august I could play the first part perfectly and it was just so satisfying. I'll never stop loving this.
This was used in the background of a documentary I saw on here and I tracked it down and I'm ab to start taking piano lessons as soon as I have the time and money
She sat on the chair in shock, ink on her fingers and papers about. He had finished the last note and it echoed through the silence, she turned to face the man at the piano. He hadn't moved still touching the white key as if savoring the last sound, "How did you do that?" she whispered, before looking down at the drawing she made. The music he played was haunting, it burned an image of a lonely girl in the moonlight, which she drew with her pens. She barely registered drawing the picture, the music misting her mind and her hands moving to finish what the music started. She hadn't had inspiration in so long, the image was so bright and clear, it made her happy. He chuckled, "It's a secret.", He smiled before beginning a new piece. She grabbed a new piece of paper and began again.
Oh my goodness, this was one I had wanted to see so much, and I am not dissapointed, this is absolutely stunning, thank you for all this hard work you do its such a treat to hear your music
This feels just like a snowy night. Dark, unlit, you see snow falling but no buildings, no trees, no nothing. It’s vast dark white, a frosty and wet sensation on your skin, oppressing you with it’s building weight on your clothes. You can walk, but you’ll never reach any destination. Your heart squeeze, but not in the way it would with fear, more like with anticipation. You feel heavy, your breath runs humid and cold, you feel yourself falling into the snow but you pass out the second you touch it. It felt oddly like a river. What was it?
it is my last stroll beneath the pale moonlight; my last dance beneath the stars. yet, there are no stars on this night. sorrow is strewn across the forests and shadows like a blanket of darkness, cloaking all that breathes. i cannot feel the coldness, only the silence. the silence of an ending i can only describe as my own.. and there is no emotion in my footsteps, only an emptiness. for what is life worth when you only feel hollow?
I feel like out of all fairytales I can think of, the original Little Mermaid goes with this pretty well: dark, but not so much sad as it was just simply beautiful. Tragic? Perhaps, but even as a kid, I saw nothing bad in it. Rather, it was something that taught me not to wish for something you cannot live having forever, something that you have to sacrifice yourself for to have. Never ask for something that changes you and was not yours to have naturally. She couldn't kill anyone, so she threw herself to the sea and became bubbles, because, as I see it, she knew what she had done was not supposed to happen. So she paid her price for it. A hard story to digest for some, but hauntingly graceful none the less, exactly like this piece of music.
this to me feels like someone on the edge of death, yet they are not content, but filled with regret, anguish, and absolute rage. Though they are powerless to do anything to combat it, screaming in torturous agony of a life unsatisfied and ripped from them without reason or warning, their screams could crush even the cruelest men from its sheer pain, yet they could not combat it, and their life slowly slips away fading into the nothingness that is death, the endless black that envelops you with nothing on the other side waiting, something that a good story can be based on, for as they say, your life flashes before your eyes as you fade into death
Waiting for Totoro's comment, as always. As for the music, I simply love it. Is there any possibility you would do one of Yiruma's songs or ,,Mariage d'Amour" by Paul de Senneville in ethereal version? I would be overwhelmed...
When Ekaterina Gordeeva and Sergei Grinkov meet again in heaven, they will skate this music recreating the magical presentation they made at the Olympics. Rip Sergei Grinkov ...
This sounds like it would play in the bad ending of an extremely dark but extremely beautiful video game. It's just got that eerie and melancholy vibe.
You have to make more,Becos this is really something else than we can evet ask about our chill out moments,Your content is must have,And I know that u in deep down know that some peoples struggle for real to get their chill state or mood to normal in this crazy world...
I don’t know if it’s possible but la follia by Vivaldi might be an interesting ethereal remix it could be a challenge to you and force you to further your talents which is always a good thing. I really love these remixes
i used to love playing this song on my childhood piano. Sadly we had to give it away last year, it was too big and we needed the money. I get so sad when i hear or see pianos lol.
*_And it's when you failed to save them all, that you truly realize how much you needed them. You already knew it, but you never acknowledged it once because you thought it was obvious. The only thing you can do now, is kneel, close your eyes and cry, while everything ceases to exist. You lost your friends, you lost your heroes, you lost your parents (twice) and you lost her._* *_All because of him. And it's in that moment you realize you can still kill him before the end draws near for all of existence._* *_You walk past their corpses slowly and reach him. Before he could do anything, you bury your hand deep in your chest and rip apart your heart, the flesh slowly regenerating as a glowing icosahedron, like the ones of legend, stands in the palm of your hand. It is said that breaking one of these grants the user powers from across their multiple lives and times._* *_He must pay. You break it. The end of the world starts to reverse. The ruins of the city buildings in front of you bend as the remaining glasses break, the debris starts floating as the golden sky starts to darken._* *_This time you're going down, grandpa._*
Here’s a little bit of a story to go along with this song: They warned us, didn’t they? We just didn’t listen. Of course we didn’t listen. We never do. Always ignorant to the problems at hand. Always the same excuse of “Ignorance is bliss” Not this time. We needed to know, and we didn’t. Everyone is gone. Everything is gone. Every feeling, every thought, every action, no matter how mundane, reduced to dust by a force we could have prepared for. But no one listened to the warnings telling them to get rid of the music on their phones, smash their radios, or do anything they could do to make sure the music didn’t play. They all ignored it, listening to the same song, over, and over, and over again, becoming transfixed by it, never looking outside to see the Eldritch horrors roaming the streets, annihilating anything that stood in their paths. That song wasn’t coming from a radio, or a phone, or anything. It was just there, masking the apocalypse, keeping the judged blissfully ignorant to the existence of the judges, even as their soul was torn from their body. Never a scream. Not a wail to be heard. No tears. Just that haunting song, echoing through the cosmos, signaling the universe’s end.
I don't know if you do requests but symphony No. 9 in E Minor, "From the New World": II. Largo would sound AMAZING with your wonderful work. I can't even begin to imagine the feelings it would bring to me and many others if you were to remix it.
Oh to be cursed with imortality during your mortal life and realizing with the years going by that everyone you love is getting older and fading away from your memories and you'll stay the same... forever
The world is cold. Void of life. Void of sound. She wanders alone, through the tomb that had once been called 'home'. A husk of humanity lost to time, and ruin...
war is inevitably moving closer. gunshots get louder. though, surprisingly, the screaming becomes faint. you know that this is the end your time in reality. you wonder what could be next. as you lie down and close your eyes, visions of your childhood into adolescence prance around. you begin to hear the laughter of the ones you love as though they are there with you, when you know they are already gone. you open your eyes once more and look at the stars, knowing you will join them soon. time seems virtually nonexistent and your vision slowly fades to back. you resist fighting and let yourself go in peace. this is the end.
Thank you so much for this... I feel like your channel is about to blow up. Awesome content.
Deep Thoughts hahaha thankss lets see if it does
(Imagine if she does the third movement OwO.)
wait YOU DRAW THAT ART!? i want to be on your level one day
E sosa thxx
She's litterally that multitalent huh 😂
@@a.krishna3924 You are so talented!
This sounds so tragically beautiful...I hate it and love it at the same time. It gives me the feeling of watching everything and everyone I know and love slowly fade away into dust. -slow-motion-sorrow-
Ikr
SophiYah Yisrael *cuts to infinity War scene where everyone is turning to dust in slow motion* *family and friends start turning into dust as you helplessly watch, tethered to this unkind world as everyone you know and love is taken from you* *heart full of sorrow, you crumple to the ground and start to cry...not stopping until you start to fade away, your ashes blowing in a different direction from your loved ones*
You do the work of god for sure
A midnight mist rolls off the contorted forms of the waltzing shadows. It swells out towards the wildlife, breaths of lust audible. Luminous petals stir in the summer-tinged air, drawing a dark wisp towards it. The wisp beguiles the blue cup, it tips in forward. The darkness coils around the stamen; slowly, ever so slowly, the luminosity rots and the petal sags, a starlike pollen drips from the corpse and browns on reaching the grass’s arms.
The haze is lascivious, rolling over the violet-bathed meadow, draping over the trees, sinking into the grass and traveling up its shafts, thumbing at flower’s petals.
The girl a safe inside, a thin layer of glass protects her from the night. Her head tilts to rest upon her savior’s pane, her tears pearly in the moonlight. Amethyst limns the her profile and tints her flaxen hair, a chimerical sight.
Lavender streaks the sky and burns it’s trail into the atmosphere. All but moments later an explosion rocks the landscape. Another streaks past, seconds later another. They start following in quick succession, it’s only a matter of seconds before the meadow becomes affected. A ball of brilliant light forms and expands at a fixed pace, it’s effulgent flames burning into the cornea of any possible onlookers. In the streaks purple firelight, the ravaged meadow is host to shadows that dance faster now, alarmingly fast, the silhouettes dance tumultuously.
The girl retreats further into her cocoon of blankets, she isn’t afraid - she can’t be, she’s accepted this. The blazing streaks periodically color her figure in an ethereal violet, a steady swell and wane of light. She closes her eyes as she holds back an audible sob, the eerie resonance of shadowy harmonies nearly reaches a point of intolerance. All there is to do is sit and wait.
Ooh these a great to use a prompt to write thank you!!
Shit that gave me chills, absolutely phenomenal!
RuedimentaryRedshift ooh good! Thank you!!!
Shakespeare quivers in his grave.
This is absolutely amazing ❤️
Is this your writing? This is so insanely good that gave me goosebumps I'll never forget.
I love this. Moonlight Sonata has always conveyed a weirdly specific scene for me, and you somehow emphasized it. To me, this song is dancing in a empty ballroom and remembering a time when you weren't dancing alone. I love it.
Moonlight sonata 1st movement is literally… LITERALLY, the best song ever created.
That art is truly perfect for this song 🥰 and I absolutely love these ethereal remixes so much
saw the thumbnail and knew this would be soothing
EDIT: Part 2 is in the replies :)
The sword drug though the ground behind him, cutting through the soft earth and leaving a trail to mark his passing. It was the only thing he'd left behind, the only thing to show he had gone this way, chosen this path. Ahead, the road continued on, winding its way through a forest of sorrowful thoughts and shadows. If Anabelle had truly gone this way, then he would follow her. He'd follow her forever, if that was what he needed to do.
He walked on, through the shadows of the trees. The branches pulled at his clothes, already torn and stained from the same struggles that bloodied his face and chipped his sword. In the distance, a wail rose up, a fierce crying like a scream. Anabelle. That was her voice. He'd never heard such a sound, such an inhuman cry rise from her, but he would never mistake her voice for another. He hurried his steps, and they carried him further and further into the forest. He turned away from the path, stepping into the depths as he followed the cries.
A castle appeared in the distance. It was little more than a stone home, a single window lit by candle light, but here in the forest, it had the bearing and presence of a fortress as grand as any. He approached the door, his hear heavy with trepidation, but the cries must have been coming from here. Anabelle was inside, he was sure of it.
He hefted his sword, lifting it up, and the frail candlelight caught in the stained blade, the blood clinging it seeming to glow like the flames of hell. He approached the door way, and gave the door a light push. It swung open on hinges that howled like a wolf, and yet, as he entered the through the doorway, no voice called for him to halt. The wailing fell silent, and all was still.
He made his way through the entryway, and towards the stairs. He ascended them, taking care to keep his footsteps from echoing against the hard stone, but there was no one here. The place was long abandoned, and as the silence grew heavier all around him, the certainty that he would find Anabelle rose in his chest. At long last, and after all this searching, he would finally find her, the woman he had loved for all those years.
At the top of the stairs, he turned left. The light was stronger that way, and like a month drawn to the flame, he was drawn to her. It was only a few steps further, and he found himself standing before a closed door, the flickering light of a candle visible beneath the door. He took a deep breath, feeling it rattle around in his lungs as if there wasn't enough air. He pulled the door open, and stepped inside.
Anabelle sat beside the window in a room that lacked even the most basic of necessities. A chair beside the window and a small table to hold the single candle dancing in the darkness were all it held. She turned to face him, her dark hair framing her face, and her dark eyes light black pits that dug into his heart and pulled out what he feared most.
"Hello, John," she said.
Her lips pulled back in a smile. John raised his sword and held it before him. The smile widened, revealing a pair of delicate fangs, sending a tremor down John's back. He wasn't afraid of her. He wasn't afraid.
"I've been waiting for you," she said. A tear ran down her face. "This place is just about right, don't you think? I could disappear here, and no one would ever find me."
She looked back out the window again. She had been watching this entire time? She'd seen him arrive at the castle, or perhaps she'd been watching for even longer.
"Did you love me?" she asked.
John nodded. For years he had loved her.
"And our children?"
He nodded again. She was asking foolish questions now. He should--he should finish this now, but every word she spoke in that voice, with that face was another word spoken by the woman he had lived his life for. It was another moment of imaginary happiness. Another memory to hold tight.
"What about now?" she asked. "Do you still love me?
"I do," he said.
His voice cracked, but the words were strong enough, and her smile changed. It brightened; it warmed until it was almost a shadow of the smile she had once had. The smile that had been stained forever by the blood of their children and the hunger or a monster that lurked within her.
"Even now, you still say that?" she gave a small laugh, a helpless laugh. as he nodded. "And that is why you're here to kill me, isn't it?"
She stood and moved away from the window. Her words stung his heart, and his vision blurred as a tears welled, but he would not let them fall. Not till the job was done. Not till the monster his wife had become was put to rest, just as the children had been. He took a moment to look at the sword, at the blood crumbling along the edges, rusting away the blade. The sword like himself, it was cracking and rusting. It was stained with hard choices, and the only things remaining to him, were harder choices.
He pointed the blade towards her heart and held it with an unwavering grip. This was what had to be done. This was what Anabelle wanted, and what he feared more than anything.
She held her hands outwards, holding them open as if seeking an embrace, and exposing her heart, or the place where one should have been.
"Before I lose what's left of me to the beast inside," she said, "let's dance this one, last time."
----Sorry! I didn't mean for this to be so long! I just got excited, so I'll cut it off here.
Graceless Liar I almost cried so beautiful thank you for this small story into the mind of a broken-hearted man sent to kill the love of his life. I wanna know more.
That was a beautiful and captivating little story. Is there more to it?? Super interested in there entire story, if so.
Come on where's the part 2? I want to know what happen next
no no continue please
I want part 2 i got hooked on it I want to know how it ends please
A tapestry stained of tragedy, melancholy, and sorrow. Amidst the girl’s tragic fate, lit only by the moon’s ethereal rays, was her final gift upon the world she called her home. Like the placid rain that tapped upon the glass, this would be the final time her eyes would be open. She breathed it, lived it; the girl poured her life into it. She left behind a final sonata: a Moonlight Sonata.
Rereading this, I can’t believe I wrote this.
I was really tired writing this.
You make remixes that doesn't ruin pieces, You draw background arts that captures what the pieces felt like, I couldn't ask for more. Thank you.
I love this piece so much. I played violin from a young age but I just loved the way this sounded on a piano and this song convinced me to start piano lessons. For a whole summer I was so invested in learning this and at the end of august I could play the first part perfectly and it was just so satisfying. I'll never stop loving this.
This was used in the background of a documentary I saw on here and I tracked it down and I'm ab to start taking piano lessons as soon as I have the time and money
She sat on the chair in shock, ink on her fingers and papers about. He had finished the last note and it echoed through the silence, she turned to face the man at the piano. He hadn't moved still touching the white key as if savoring the last sound, "How did you do that?" she whispered, before looking down at the drawing she made. The music he played was haunting, it burned an image of a lonely girl in the moonlight, which she drew with her pens. She barely registered drawing the picture, the music misting her mind and her hands moving to finish what the music started. She hadn't had inspiration in so long, the image was so bright and clear, it made her happy. He chuckled, "It's a secret.", He smiled before beginning a new piece. She grabbed a new piece of paper and began again.
Swan Lake? Please?
i would love thattt
ohhhh yeah
I was just thinking that a day ago lol
This song truly represents the feels from this Coronavirus pandemic.
or maybe the plaugue?
за Семисвечник лайк однозначно))
Oh my goodness, this was one I had wanted to see so much, and I am not dissapointed, this is absolutely stunning, thank you for all this hard work you do its such a treat to hear your music
As much as I love these remixes, I really admire the nice art! please keep doing what you do ♥
This feels just like a snowy night. Dark, unlit, you see snow falling but no buildings, no trees, no nothing. It’s vast dark white, a frosty and wet sensation on your skin, oppressing you with it’s building weight on your clothes. You can walk, but you’ll never reach any destination. Your heart squeeze, but not in the way it would with fear, more like with anticipation. You feel heavy, your breath runs humid and cold, you feel yourself falling into the snow but you pass out the second you touch it. It felt oddly like a river.
What was it?
Either the answer is something "deep" or it invites troll answers..🤣
@@a.krishna3924 When listening to something so beautiful it’s hard to think about trolling. I do hope that’s the effect on everyone😅
@@vehement. its me I'm the troll..🤣
Opened this vid to listen while i was painting, but it took my soul far away so... i gotta listen it when i am alone in the nighttime
you are so talented - for your wonderful remixes that leave me dazed for hours upon days, and also for your exquisite artworks. beautiful.
it is my last stroll beneath the pale moonlight; my last dance beneath the stars. yet, there are no stars on this night. sorrow is strewn across the forests and shadows like a blanket of darkness, cloaking all that breathes. i cannot feel the coldness, only the silence. the silence of an ending i can only describe as my own.. and there is no emotion in my footsteps, only an emptiness. for what is life worth when you only feel hollow?
Love the artwork btw!
The art is breathtaking!
really loving the arts accompanying the ethereal music.. thank you for these!
I feel like out of all fairytales I can think of, the original Little Mermaid goes with this pretty well: dark, but not so much sad as it was just simply beautiful. Tragic? Perhaps, but even as a kid, I saw nothing bad in it. Rather, it was something that taught me not to wish for something you cannot live having forever, something that you have to sacrifice yourself for to have. Never ask for something that changes you and was not yours to have naturally. She couldn't kill anyone, so she threw herself to the sea and became bubbles, because, as I see it, she knew what she had done was not supposed to happen. So she paid her price for it. A hard story to digest for some, but hauntingly graceful none the less, exactly like this piece of music.
You got so much talent in you, thank you for making our day brighter :)
Amazing!! You are incredible. But i’m asking for merry go round- Howls moving castle and spirited away It’s been a long time ;-;
IDK P. patienceee
@@a.krishna3924 Sorryyyy!!! Haha 😂❤❤❤ This video is very beautiful. I love your work.
Nocturne Op.9 No.2 PLEASEEEEEE the orignial version by Chopin is amazing but bioshock has a beautiful version of it as well
Romina Pardo-Cardenas don’t worry fren, they already made it :D
@@luunivaa OMG I DIDNT EVEN KNOWWWWWWWWW my day just got better
Beautiful art, beautiful music.... I really don't need anything else
this to me feels like someone on the edge of death, yet they are not content, but filled with regret, anguish, and absolute rage. Though they are powerless to do anything to combat it, screaming in torturous agony of a life unsatisfied and ripped from them without reason or warning, their screams could crush even the cruelest men from its sheer pain, yet they could not combat it, and their life slowly slips away fading into the nothingness that is death, the endless black that envelops you with nothing on the other side waiting, something that a good story can be based on, for as they say, your life flashes before your eyes as you fade into death
It sounds like life feels......great version!
If this isn’t played at my grave on a stormy night IM NOT DYING
Breaking News: Woman on TH-cam discovers the secret of immortality 😂
THE ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG!!
broooooooooooooooooooooo this is on another level thank youuuuuu so muchhhhh
Pas de deux (the nutcracker) by P. Tchaikovsky? :)
One of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written in my opinion. Good choice!
@@LukeFaulkner I know right?! That song always makes me feel....peaceful, even when i'm completely lost and deep in conflict.
Oksy wow that would actually make me cry
Waiting for Totoro's comment, as always.
As for the music, I simply love it. Is there any possibility you would do one of Yiruma's songs or ,,Mariage d'Amour" by Paul de Senneville in ethereal version? I would be overwhelmed...
Mariage D'amour is also one of my favorites! ARMY's have really great taste in music, dont we?
@@Neverseenstars Totally agreed, Sweetheart. Have a nice day 💓
Omfg same
crystalithe yesss plz do mariage d'amour
Your art is so so beautiful
When Ekaterina Gordeeva and Sergei Grinkov meet again in heaven, they will skate this music recreating the magical presentation they made at the Olympics.
Rip Sergei Grinkov ...
This sounds so cinematic and dramatic, I feel like I’ve heard this before, but vaguely, y’know? I feel like I’ve heard this exact thing?
WAIT ITS LIKE THE MUSIC IN HUMAN FALL FLAT
ur channel is a work of art
this song sounds like watching everything crumble around you
Your art is GORGEOUS! Also, I think Für Elise would be a great song to be made into an ethereal remix.
You're such a beautiful and talented being. Wonderful drawing and music. God really created the hands of an artist
Powerful , Beautiful , Everything capsulated into what is defined as an emotion.
Great job.
It's a train to heaven💘💫
With moonlit dreams
Come moonlit themes
Of pain and pleasure
Mercy and malice.
Aphex twin - #20, or Brian Eno - An Ending. These songs are already heavenly. Can you make them even better?
I've always loved this sonata, in fact Beethoven's pieces in general, but this is awesome! Definitely a new favorite
This sounds like it would play in the bad ending of an extremely dark but extremely beautiful video game. It's just got that eerie and melancholy vibe.
This is the kind of song you can hear when someone leaves to rot and decay because they do not want to help.
I like it...
I was waiting for this specific piece, thank you so much.
Wow this is beautiful. Please do Swan Lake next!
@A.Krishna you are special. I truly think so.
You have to make more,Becos this is really something else than we can evet ask about our chill out moments,Your content is must have,And I know that u in deep down know that some peoples struggle for real to get their chill state or mood to normal in this crazy world...
This is truly BEAUTIFUL!
I don’t know if it’s possible but la follia by Vivaldi might be an interesting ethereal remix it could be a challenge to you and force you to further your talents which is always a good thing. I really love these remixes
Handel wrote a sarabande based off La Folia that would work really well too
My grandfathers final wish was to listen to this as he passed away. We still play it for him when we visit 😢. This song encapsulates grief.
This made me cry omg
This sound like the versión used in Resident Evil Remake but better. I love it! Nice work!!!
✨ M A J E S T I C ✨
amazing!!! always looking forward to your new work! ❤️💗
So happy to have come across your channel ^^
These are so amazing! True skill
im fr quaking this is so good
wow, your art is amazing too!
OOOH GOD THE GOOSEBUMPS
Your art is so beatiful my friend 💞
OH MY GOD HESSSSSS I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE HIW OERFETC THIS IS OMMGMGG
Beethoven the Great had such sacred headphones inside himself to be able to write the way he did..that's why he remains forever. Oh dear headphones...
Could you do a version of the Phantom of the Opera? It would be so cool.
Omfg this is beautiful-
Great art
My parents used to play this on a DVD player before I would fall asleep when I was little, so now whenever I hear this song I start to feel sleepy.
did anyone else hear their own heartbeat during the quiet parts..
So very, very Beautiful!
i used to love playing this song on my childhood piano. Sadly we had to give it away last year, it was too big and we needed the money. I get so sad when i hear or see pianos lol.
Very underrated
May I ask what program you use to create these beautiful masterpieces?
you are a blessing
*_And it's when you failed to save them all, that you truly realize how much you needed them. You already knew it, but you never acknowledged it once because you thought it was obvious. The only thing you can do now, is kneel, close your eyes and cry, while everything ceases to exist. You lost your friends, you lost your heroes, you lost your parents (twice) and you lost her._*
*_All because of him. And it's in that moment you realize you can still kill him before the end draws near for all of existence._*
*_You walk past their corpses slowly and reach him. Before he could do anything, you bury your hand deep in your chest and rip apart your heart, the flesh slowly regenerating as a glowing icosahedron, like the ones of legend, stands in the palm of your hand. It is said that breaking one of these grants the user powers from across their multiple lives and times._*
*_He must pay. You break it. The end of the world starts to reverse. The ruins of the city buildings in front of you bend as the remaining glasses break, the debris starts floating as the golden sky starts to darken._*
*_This time you're going down, grandpa._*
I'm in awe.
You should do "Une Barque Sur L'océan!"
okay wait. YOU DRAW THE BACKGROUNDS *AND* MAKE THESE REMIXES? you’re honestly so talented im done
I loved it, thank you
The Swan from Carnival of the animals would be perfect. Love ur vids
SHE'S CHOPPING BROC-COLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Here’s a little bit of a story to go along with this song:
They warned us, didn’t they?
We just didn’t listen.
Of course we didn’t listen. We never do. Always ignorant to the problems at hand. Always the same excuse of “Ignorance is bliss”
Not this time. We needed to know, and we didn’t.
Everyone is gone. Everything is gone. Every feeling, every thought, every action, no matter how mundane, reduced to dust by a force we could have prepared for. But no one listened to the warnings telling them to get rid of the music on their phones, smash their radios, or do anything they could do to make sure the music didn’t play. They all ignored it, listening to the same song, over, and over, and over again, becoming transfixed by it, never looking outside to see the Eldritch horrors roaming the streets, annihilating anything that stood in their paths. That song wasn’t coming from a radio, or a phone, or anything. It was just there, masking the apocalypse, keeping the judged blissfully ignorant to the existence of the judges, even as their soul was torn from their body.
Never a scream.
Not a wail to be heard.
No tears.
Just that haunting song, echoing through the cosmos, signaling the universe’s end.
Please do lacrimosa , please
Krishna you are so amazing 😍😍
oh oh oho ahhhhhhhhhhhh i have been playing this sonata with love hearing this now .... oh oho ho
I don't know if you do requests but symphony No. 9 in E Minor, "From the New World": II. Largo would sound AMAZING with your wonderful work. I can't even begin to imagine the feelings it would bring to me and many others if you were to remix it.
Very "ethereal" indeed! Nicely done!
Now it sounds like "La Crimoza" from Mozart's Requem. 😉
Oh to be cursed with imortality during your mortal life and realizing with the years going by that everyone you love is getting older and fading away from your memories and you'll stay the same... forever
I imagen myself sitting in some dark room with very antique clothing just looking down at my essay paper with pain and anger
Please do Vocalise by Rachmaninoff! It would fit so well. Beethoven’s 5th piano concerto 2nd movement would also be quite lovely.
The world is cold. Void of life. Void of sound. She wanders alone, through the tomb that had once been called 'home'. A husk of humanity lost to time, and ruin...
Nice art
war is inevitably moving closer. gunshots get louder. though, surprisingly, the screaming becomes faint. you know that this is the end your time in reality. you wonder what could be next. as you lie down and close your eyes, visions of your childhood into adolescence prance around. you begin to hear the laughter of the ones you love as though they are there with you, when you know they are already gone. you open your eyes once more and look at the stars, knowing you will join them soon. time seems virtually nonexistent and your vision slowly fades to back. you resist fighting and let yourself go in peace. this is the end.
Amazing