Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. Let Desiderata show you THE WAY...
_"Are all the accomplishments of humanity fated to be nothing more than a layer of broken, plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil bed, sandwiched between the Burgess shale and an eon's worth of mud?"_
Quite possibly, until it is all vaporized by an expanding sun in it's death-routine, at which point it all becomes hugely irrelevant, all our accomplishments. Unless, however, we expand outwards to other planets in other solar systems.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."
@@uegvdczuVF I heard it was impromptu. That scene is one of the reasons the movie has got a cult following. Absolute classic, one gotta love Rutger Hauer.
Billions of years later, when some strange creature intercepts the Voyager, they will listen to it and they will know of an abandoned planet, far far away, that was once alive and beautiful.
Those strange creatures could possibly be us. Synthetically evolved beyond comprehension and a hyper advanced culture with a language unheard of. They would stumble upon this ancient relic like today's humans did with Rosetta Stone
Assuming it is that far after. When some hairless ape listens to the roving signals, whatever they are and however the aliens made them, we might think, arrogantly, they want us to find them; or assume they are as imperious and violent as we are. We would not think they are warning us of their dead world and to keep away from it. They might even try to stop us from going there. But we would not get it, continue to the evil world, and not know the terrible things that remain there, that killed all other life.
My only regret is that I won't live to see such... *wonderful* times.... And that those people will never know how fortunate they are to be in the place in time they are in.
My father died on November 16, 2020, His name was Alexey. The past year has been very difficult for me, I have a constant feeling of emptiness in my heart. 4 months after his death, my mother and I bought a dog Shiba Inu breed, named after my father's school nickname. Jack. I really miss my dad very much and I really hope that one day I will see him in my dream. Sorry, the soul is boiling. "Live so that every dog gives you a paw", my father told me before leaving on his last trip to the north.
imagine the billions upon billions of stars, galaxies. planets desolate and rocky, just silently eroding against whatever scary elements they find themselves in. maybe some planets with water, maybe even some with life, primitive or advanced like ours. imagine the fauna and flora that might exist out there. makes me sad that I'll never live to see what mysterious events are unfolding light years away.
You are alive right now to witness them on earth And if you're paying any attention, I'd wager it's fair to say it's a fugging trash fire. Stop daydreaming about extra-terrestrial aliens and come help your terrestrial "alien" brethren. We're all aliens, dawg. And right now our own world is a dump. Do something about it
No creo...... Veremos naves tripuladas a Marte y a científicos en su superficie, veremos naves espaciales mineras volando hacia cometas y asteroides a por minerales extraños, veremos el nacimiento de los viajes comerciales a la estratosfera y al espacio por turismo, veremos a spaceX gobernar el espacio 😉♥️🌌☄️🪐
Whenever I feel overwhelmed by thoughts of dread and suicide, I pop over to this channel and comment section. Being lost in sound has saved my life so many times. Thank you.
these aren't foreign feelings. what you're experiencing is not a distraction, it's acceptance. acceptance that we are bigger than ourselves, our destiny reaches beyond the meek limits of earth. don't bound yourself here, the future is approaching
I nearly committed suicide in 2017. The years leading up to it were some of the worst in my life, and I was at my lowest mentally. I lived alone and the isolation didn't really help those feelings of seething self hatred and deep bouts of depression. Everyone at my work noticed, but none seemed to care. I found my way out of it by surrounding myself with a better environment and people. I moved out of my shitty apartment to live close to family and friends, I even got a girlfriend that I've been dating for 3 years now. If I didn't have that support network and get out of the situation I was in, I probably wouldn't even be able to process when my father passed in 2018. Sometimes It really is just surrounding yourself with better people and places. You're not alone, and I care about you, however little that may seem. I hope you're doing ok
hope you're still going strong friend, this world doesn't deserve any of us. but we do deserve to carve our own fate, regardless of what's been thrust upon us.
“When the universe has crushed him man will still be nobler than that which kills him, because he knows that he is dying, and of its victory the universe knows nothing.” ― Will Durant, The Lessons of History
This gives me a weird mix of dread and calm. Like I'm alone in a vast, extinct world. But I'm soothed because I know nothing is lurking behind the corners.
this music is quite fitting for rogue planets, they kinda creep me out since they are floating around freely in space and not tied to any track or star
That is exactly the feeling I had when reading 'The Magician's Nephew' by C.S. Lewis when I was just a kid in elementary school, and later when I re-read it when I was 21.
Hello to the future, hello to the year 2500 if anyone will be here to read this. This is for you. I hope you find comfort out there, something profound beyond our emotions locked up on a single planet right now. I hope the Universe will teach you compassion, understanding, and humbleness. But I hope most of all you have something to smile about, even if the new world around you seems bleek, dull, and uncertain. For that I want you to remember us, stuck down here on Earth, because were all too familar with that feeling too. And we find our hope in you. So stay strong. -2020
This is the comment section i want to be with. Among non toxic people that loves and fascinates with universe, thinking about future of our planet...sun...galaxy. Love you all, astronomy nerds
@@abrahambeadner7696 Heraclitus of Ephesus stated 2500 years ago that one is everything and everything is one. I sometimes like to imagine he was right.
"Life has been proven to exist beyond the earth, and this life was like us. 9 billion years have passed before the dawn of the Earth, it is a possibility we are in the age of glory, when organisms with minds to create have begun to shape their existence. However we might have been born past that epoch. perhaps that time of glory has ended long ago, and these millions of civilizations have succumbed to the great destroyer, and silence persists. I see a trillion rusting cities on foreign shores. I see a trillion derelects that outlived their fathers. I see a trillion dying races on long dead worlds. In the sands of Mars I see the sands of time, in those ruins a telling of the future and a history of the past. I am no longer human like the people that greet me upon my return, I see past our veil and see the stars beyond them. We are very slowly becoming alone."
Well said. The universe is estimated to be 14 billion years old. If there are other civilizations out there in the galaxy that managed to not destroy themselves and reach the space age, the odds of encountering an alien civilization that exists at the same time as us in our reachable neighborhood of space seems highly unlikely. Given the vastness of the universe, there almost certainly is (or was, or will be) other forms of intelligent life out there somewhere. But the likelihood that we will ever cross paths is extremely slim.
Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252127.2. Distance to Home: 21472 Light Years. ETA: 350 Years. Crew: 402. HMS Northumbria passed too close to a solar flare. Drift charts didn't expect gravimetric disturbances. Port energy collectors were burnt out during the flare-up; had to replace the wiring with some from the water reclamation system. This has resulted in several additional cryogenic pods having to be recycled, including several crew members. I've taken the least useful crewmembers in for harvesting; as per executive orders, and have disassembled their pods. Repairs are ongoing. Addendum: Stardate 252128.9. Distance to Home 21422 Light Years. Crew: 395. The ship is quiet today. The cryonics systems were able to stabilize the water reclamation system, and the ship is back on course. I've taken the liberty of growing my replacement; my hands, either from age or from work, are not as accurate anymore. I-I find my mind drifting now.... Sometimes, I can still see the captain, reassuring me; or is it a past me... 900 crew... off to colonize the stars. To find a new home for our sick planet. A planet I have never seen. A planet that only comes to me in dreams. I wonder if my replacement will dream of it, too.
Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252199.2. Distance to Home: 21395 Light Years. ETA: 350 Years. Crew: 394. One of the cryo pods failed and ruptured. The crewmember had been dead for ten years and parts of her flesh were sucked into the filtration system. Will need to diagnose main monitoring sensor for any further cryo pod inaccuracies. Crewmember unsuitable for harvesting, cryo pod will be scavenged for components. Air filtration filters are scheduled to be replaced, drone units are still functioning at 89% efficiency. Addendum: Stardate 2521200.6. Distance to Home: 21380 Light Years. ETA: 349 Years. Crew 394. Deago-9 is gestating. I've configured all the holotapes I could into his cryo pod. I'm continuing to record replacement tapes for his journey, however, it is difficult. My mind fogs occasionally... and it makes recalling addendums harder. Priority is now being set to drone command. These... friends... they are the lifeblood of this ship now. I recall... maintenance crews and shift duties... however, I have never spoken a command to anyone. Drones do not need to hear to understand. They whirl and clank and crawl and jump. Some even sit by my feet now and ensure my consoles are operating and that I do not have trouble walking. It's almost as if... they are alive now... like Northumbria herself is assisting me in keeping her alive. We're scheduled to pass by another planet soon. I'll need to prep the scanner masts for the rendezvous.
Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252305.8. Distance to Home: 21216 Light Years. ETA: 348 Years. Crew: 394. Survey of Upsilon Delta 9-1 complete. Barren rock. Unsuitable for colony creation. Scanner masts have jammed when being retracted, resulted in a 6 month delay in returning to normal course. Engaged engines for 52 seconds to create a slingshot vector to make up for lost time. Drones are being prioritized for mast maintenance and power relays. Engines have not been engaged for 30 years, and require additional maintenance. Replacement Deago, Deago-9 is ready for rapid growth; will transfer command codes and provide training once he is cognizant. Addendum: Stardate 252306.1. Distance to Home: 21152 Light Years. ETA: 348 Years. Crew: 394. I've never had a son; though I have memories of one. Clide... I still remember his fourth birthday, though that memory is not mine... I still hold onto it dearly when I look at my replacement. Nine will serve Northumbria well, as I have. I had hoped to teach Nine how to play the flute... as was taught to me... however, the shaking in my hands is getting worse. I require drone presence during most of my on-duty hours now... Nine will learn, though... that much is certain. I will try something new and assign him a personal drone to assist him. I think... I'll call it Clide...
Engineers Log: Deago-9. Stardate: XxxXxx.9. Distance to Home: 4X3oY Light Years. ETA: Fx0 Years. Crew: ~295. **HHSSHS*~I've gone ahead and sealed off most of the decks and am still working on restoring power, though most of the drones are now offline. ~ng to raise one of the solar collectors on the starboard side and raise the scanner mast to find our location, but with the current st~ thi~ have harvested ten of the least useful crew for harvesting to grow additional Deagos to assist with repairs. *Silence = 10 seconds, skipping** It's cold... Clide is a good friend for me, and keeps me warm... I dream of a blue and green planet at night... our destination... yet, it feels further and further out of reac~~~ *Log Corruption Detected: Attempting to Recover.* {}.........\ *Recovery Failure: Reformat: Y/N?* _
This creates the feeling of watching the sunrise over a frozen landscape, nothing moving aside from your exhales clouding, just yourself and the ice and lifeless trees.
Too long we scoured amongst the stars. For too long we gazed with fascination and eagerness from glint to twinkling glint. When we finally mastered our engines and mustered our strengths to fling ourselves with mighty distress into the deepness of the cosmos, too long did we spend poring over every dune and under every stone and in every breath of foreign wind. Too long did we search. For LIFE. How we clamoured for that marvellous, calamitous spark. A deluge of delight awaited us just around every corner of every world, ever elusive, but ever taunting. How we mourned every stillborn world, every orb of stone casting themselves in wide arcs around their lonely suns. How we grieved as if it were our own children we arrived to find absent in those blustery, cold plains of desolation. With every world we swept, our hearts faded of hope a little more. Too long it was before we finally realised. There was already life here. And we killed it. EARTH.
@Bleed The Machines Few things of the dark are worth sharing. Nothing but the ignoble secrets of humanity and forgotten failures...nothing we could not deduce by looking at human nature, nothing anyone should want to find. Else, are things that should not be sought for they are harmful and evil only. Seek the Light of Lights. Then you will know where the gems of life are and how to see them clearly. God bless you. Through our Blessed Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Who is the Light and Salvation of All the World. Amen. If you want to find light, seek light. There is much darkness in darkness. (obviously) So if you are going to venture into the dark, bring light so you can see clearly.
I think my favorite thing about the internet, besides the ability of having almost all of human knowledge at your finger tips, is the fact that I can find an almost unlimited amount of hauntingly beautiful music. That opening song speaks to me on a spiritual level, and I hope they are content knowing that they produce music that resonates with people.
Music is a language that everyone understands. Thus, music is a huge language base that everyone can understand without translation. It is a bridge from the heart of the author, to the heart of the listener, or to the place where it should be... It is a cure for pain and sadness, and a stimulant of already existing happiness.
While we do have nearly all of human knowledge at our fingertips, we also have nearly all misinformation created in a couple of button presses. Be careful what to look for however and you will be fine. On a happier note I can completely agree with you on how great the music is. There really is almost anything on the internet for anyone, and if there isn’t then someone will just create it themself.
This sound evokes such a primal feeling within me. This feeling of being lost, and free. I've experienced it in my dreams. The utter expanse of infinity and space. When I can do nothing but exist in this time. This place. That I can feel whatever I truly wish to feel in every passing moment. That everything that happens is a part of the universe. It feels surreal. That reality is only what you make of it. It's cold. Like I'm embedded in ice. In a strange way, I enjoy this feeling. It's like hitting a reset button. Maybe that's just me.
I have this too, but I always describe it as some sort of transcendence. I just feel like im floating in outer space, far away from earth, and at that moment that is all I want
Create a universe. Twist a hand and just let the galaxies flow through your fingertips. Obsess over tiny details, the colour of a flower- that specific shade of orange in the evening sky. Scattering moons into orbit like grains of sand. That is what it means to be a God.
I wish, one day, that virtual reality can finally replace our reality. If we weren't already living in a simulation, we could enter one of our own making, where we set the rules and dictate our own laws of physics.
Comrade von Herpenderpf, yes yes, cringe, pretentious, so on. Sometimes I think people like you think that to have feelings, emotions, passions, to see something beautiful and try to describe it with beautiful words - it’s all weakness to you. Poor primitive, suppressed, broken people.
I love the part that goes with wiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhggggg and the bells, so inmersive.
Space It's an unwelcoming and a dangerous place It's cold It's dark It's quiet And it's vast In space you are alone Far away from home In space you are quiet In space you are cold In space you are left alone Frontiers of endless darkness Billions of lightyears old There you are floating inside a void It's cold It's dark It's quiet It's space
Makes me imagine being the last human , my home is in orbit around a blackhole , harvesting its rotational energy as all the stars blinked out many , many Generations before i was born. The colony had fallen into a deep despair and come to the conclusion that 'everything has its time' and ours should of passed with the light. Im all alone now , an old man , the last witness that humanity ever existed. As i turn off the power systems and prepare for the big sleep i look out of the viewer into our so called savior , our dark companion ever present , always whispering to us , inviting us into her cold embrace and i feel the pull of the abyss, terrifying yet also comforting and i know eveything is the way it should be , we did ok and we deserve our rest. I program the navigation systems to use the last of our energy altering our course so the colony will fall into the black hole ....Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust...... i take my seat on the observation deck , the last human at the end of all things.
@@abienniela9350 Sadly no unless it happens to be that the universe undergo a Big Rip or Big crunch scenario (but that still means the end for us) The most optimistic theory is cyclic universe where life may evolve again in a new universe born from the last.
"He had been asleep for multiple lifetimes and slept through the great last war that ended everything. He woke up to a dark earth...the life that he knew before closing his eyes was no more." ....and this music began to play.
I'd love a "Before the War" mix. The setting could be that of a soldier, nervously scouting a tree line from their trench, waiting for the inevitable enemy charge. The theme could be pure, grim, visceral dread. Dread of what's to come, dread of what's lurking in those woods.
I love the "something is coming" ambience in movies. Like when a big storm is coming, and all the characters are waiting, or they are waiting for a attack from something e.g the Nights Watch in game of thrones.
I'm tripping. I just finished watching The Last Kingdom, and I'm currently watching The Expanse... And that picture tripped me the flip out because it looks like a perfect combination of both shows. The Last Kingdom always has text at the bottom of the screen like that to signal a location change, and Northumbria is the main character's homeland so it's shown a lot. And The Expanse has very similar looking ships, and the white spheres look a bit like an alien structure from the show
I saw that people liked this story that I wrote. It had just been a quick thing that I wrote while doing homework to vent more than anything else. But you guys saying you liked it has motivated me to make a revised version. Enjoy: Void, a short story by Eris Niles She had run the calculations many times. First on the ship's computers, but as those deteriorated and power needed to be diverted she had written the equations out on paper. But once that ran out she scratched them into the walls. But the result was always the same. There was no way in physical possibility that she could muster enough power to get the wrecked freighter to get to even the edge of chartered space. No matter what was cut, or where the power was diverted, she would be far into the depths of the unknown by the day that the oxygen recycler ran through its last filters. That day was today. She got up from the cold dark hold of the ship. All power that would be in lighting was diverted to keeping the oxygen running and the engines going. The temperature was set to the minimum survivable heating, no amounts of extra clothes or makeshift ponchos in the form of mutilated bedsheets could keep the chill of the void away. She walked to what was left of the common area. Once well lit, it was now only illuminated by the impossibly distant stars. The screens of the computers were all as dead as the sky outside the window. The ground littered with papers, mathematical proofs of her demise. She wished that she could have something to eat before she embarked on the task she was about to do, but even after diligent rationing, the food had run dry a few days ago. After a long breath, treasuring the stale oxygen she must have breathed hundreds of times before, she entered the airlock and put on the spacesuit inside. It had once been an orange color but 100+ hours of use beyond its intended lifespan had rendered it bleached to a light brown. The suit was worn and threadbare like the patched tatters of a jumpsuit that hung over her half starved frame. She had gone outside almost everyday when she believed the ship could be fixed. That was months ago. She had long since given up hope. Instead she stepped out into the nothing with no purpose. Even after having stepped out of hatches like this hundreds of times, the thrill of loosing all sense of up and down was just as electrifying as the first time. The majesty of the deep sky, the great black expanse in all of its terrifying, cold, glory made her stop short and marvel for a few seconds. Then she remembered what she came here to do. With a deep breath she disengaged the tether. Ignoring the computer’s screams of protest, the clamps let go and she saw the ship, or what was left of it, fly out of view in a matter of seconds. Finally, alone with only the cosmos for its uncaring company, she floated for 10, 30, 60, minutes. Then the void sang her to sleep, the soothing touch of the great empty, the lullaby of suffocation. Eventually she rested, carbon dioxide in her lungs, and the stars reflected in her wide, awed eyes.
that is an insane reality someone will definitely face one day, lost in space, lost in mind and absent of definition just floating, endlessly equally as therapeutic as is horrifying
@ trusty stranger, Thank you so much! I had not written much before when I wrote this, and it means so much to me to have somebody I have never met before tell me they liked it.
It's the feeling of realizing the literal meaning of "Space." It's space, everything is so wide and thinned out that we as well call it the abyssal void.
Is it not a crime that there are so many wonders in the universe that go unobserved. What I would give to fall into the winds of Jupiter, walk across the sun, dive into a black hole, just to experience it. So much space with infinite beauty.
Everytime I'm listening to your music, it's like sliding down into another dimension, where I can found or lost myself, while this music hold back my tears. It's like something familiar and fits perfectly into my mood and everytime it ends, I fly back into my dark livingroom, sitting lonely on the couch, smiling.
This whole list reminds me two things and make my eyes tear: The conception of "decomposing" and some verses of Wolfgang Borchert's poem "Sag Nein!" (Say No!) "In the bustling hazy harbour towns the big ships will fall silent as corpses against the dead deserted quay walls, their once shimmering bodies overgrown with seaweed and barnacles, smelling of graveyards and rotten fish. The trams will lie like senseless glass-eyed cages beside the twisted steel skeleton of wires and track. The sunny juicy vine will rot on decaying hillsides, rice will dry in the withered earth, potatoes will freeze in the unploughed land and cows will stick their death-still legs into the air like overturned chairs. In the fields beside rusted ploughs the corn will be flattened like a beaten army. Then the last human creature, with mangled entrails and infected lungs, will wander around, unanswered and lonely, under the poisonous glowing sun, among the immense mass graves and devastated cities. The last human creature, withered, mad, cursing, accusing - and the terrible accusation: WHY?"
"I keep having this... dream. I'm just staring into the black between the stars. There's something there. I know there is. I just can't see it... but it sees me. I can feel it... hate us. I know you know what I'm talking about. Or you will soon." - Prey 2017
So much out there... but here we are squabbling over where each of us comes from, what we'll buy next, or who's the most popular liar to put in charge next. I grew up while we still dreamed of life out there. Here's hoping the next generation will be the one to smarten up and realize there is so much more we can do if we work together and stop bickering over pieces of paper.
Man, if I put this song on in Space Engineers I'd probably be a lot more immersed. I'd be going through the menus of my damaged ship, turning off everything unnecessary to getting home, letting the one remaining battery rest a bit until it too dies. Grinding down anything that wasn't mission critical for a few extra steel plates and motors. Switching from Antenna to Beacon, turning all the air vents to depressurize and gas tanks to stockpile, topping off my energy in the cockpit, and then entering a cryo pod knowing that I'm just being dramatic and should respawn back on the planet and try again with a better ship.
One face is blistered, the other plunged into a brutal chill. Is this how it's always been? You remember hot oceans, nourishing atmosphere. But something transpired, kicked what was wet and fertile into space, stealing away everything of value. Or perhaps what thrived here for a day or for ten million years decided to leave, peeling its wet organics off the bones.
Kind of reminds me of the idea that when low-mass stars finally cease nuclear activity, after trillions and trillions of years of life, they become cold black balls of impossibly dense iron. Listening to this music makes me think of being a traveller from another universe, arriving too late to see what was once our Sun, now a dead ball of iron not more than a dozen miles across, drifting endlessly in a black, lifeless universe.
only to then continue floating through that cold blackness to stumble upon a dried up, dead little planet full of dust, skeletons and nuclear craters..
Low-mass stars don't become iron balls, the fusion processes end with the production of carbon. Fusion to iron is only possible for heavy stars and when complete, will result in a supernova.
I'm stuck from never wanting to leave this time, this moment, for things to stay the same, or for everything to change and never have to face today again.
my artsy ass looking for a background for writing a thesis on a sf novel is pleased with this it's soothing, but with a sense of emptiness and despair that fills my body while researching
I enjoy all the Cryo mixes assembled by their talented artists. But if I had to choose only one theme it would be Dark Space. Whenever I look up at the night sky and see the stars and planets, I hear Space Soundscapes, Drones and the odd Abandoned Spaceship sounds.
Man, it's just crazy you know. All of the things that have existed and all the things that will exist. Every person, every animal; every movie, every video game, every piece of art, every corner of the world. When I think about all of those things and the fact that I exist to appreciate them, my mind just cannot think of an answer. Why do I exist? Why does anything at all exist? What's real and what isn't? Why am I conscious of my own death? Too many questions for someone who is destined to never know the answers. The only thing that is certain is what we feel, interacting with others and with nature; maybe our only purpose is to feel and to hope that we find meaning in those feelings.
"Inside the Tunnels," the recording had said, "you will find the Truth." And the truth was in front of them. They stood before the earth's core, and it appeared as a pulsating ball of magma surrounded by metal wires and tubes, shining with energy that it provided to the factories and machines above, using whatever was left over to provide heating and lighting for the few remaining Cities. This was the center of the Machine; the steel plating covering the inhospitable surface was only a shell. The Tunnels were merely the bloodstream. The robots above, antibodies against organic life. "This world," I said. "It no longer needs us. How ironic. We made it this way, and now it only sees us as an obstacle to maximum efficiency."
You know? These times are really difficult for me, I can't find anything that encourages me or makes me happy, it's like a loop of feeling lonely and feeling like I'm not doing anything with my life. That's when I really need this type of music, to feel that I'm floating through space and that I discover its secrets. Makes me feel a bit better..
"'Faith in faith' he answered himself. 'It isn't necessary to have something to believe in. It's only necessary to believe that somewhere there's something worthy of belief."
As the lights faded, I remembered the fleetest impression of cold. Deep , instant, cutting to the very soul. At the same time my brain surges, wrenching me from my vision, Into that space. lights, experiences, memories, faces. I can hold onto none of it. It flows without clear logic, but each piece is as real as you would like. like pure living experience, dancing to it's own music. The music ends and my trip is over. Like a dream, it seems distant, as if I must doubt it's very existence. Cryogenic travel is always a strange experience they say.
Thank you Cryo Chamber. One of the best things about buying music from Cryo is being able to sample the albums on- line first. Like this nice MIX of all these ambient tracks - this is sweet! When you find one you love... I urge you to buy an analog CD version from Cryo Chamber too. If you don't y0u are missing out. When you receive a digital version PLUS an analog CD version it's a whole-nother experience. I cannot express how happy I am to be collecting CRYO CHAMBER's CD albums - the are BEAUTIFUL! Really impressive artwork. Impeccable graphic design on every thing I've purchased so far. They're so visually & physically intriguing I'm afraid to actually play the CD's as I don't want to mar them. (I usually play my digital copies, and just gaze lovingly at the albums.). I have worn some of the Albums themselves just from repeated opening and looking through them. See, most of the multiple CD sets come with amazing atmospheric insides, full liner notes, lots of art work, and such fantastic/poetic things - (as you might find in the Necronomicon - at least in all the Lovecraftian/Cthulhu inspired albums). I can tell as Cryo Chamber's work has matured each album has become more interestingly complex - that goes for the ambient music AND the liner notes. I'm glad to see that more sales has enable you to produce more creative albums. I believe that they actually went back to one of the first released Lovecraft albums; "Cthulhu" and created a more elaborate album. Cryo Chamber, did you? It's a single CD, but it has ten pages of heavy art-gallery type paper printed with an original Lovecraftian tale by Alistair Rennie. Several pages of art work by Simon Heath - who I believe is also the graphic designer who made the whole package. It was quite the surprise when I got it. Hope I haven't ruined the surprise for others. I just think potential buyers should know Cryo Chamber really seriously is making quality stuff. The Lovecraft themed albums ~ I believe I have them all... but I'm always hunting on-line for new Lovecraft creations. I wonder how many of Cryo Chamber's other themed works have such elaborate CD albums? ( guess I gotta' buy the other ones as well so I can find out) - Hmmm..."Songs for Dead Planets" This one is really amazing. The above art is by Simon Heath, so I can hope he did another amazing designed CD album for "Songs for Dead Planets" too. I'm not sure how much $ CRYO CHAMBER actually makes on their analog CD albums - they're pretty elaborate. I have a sneaking suspicion that the enormous artistic drive behind Cryo Chamber's work pushes their break-even line to a hair widths. Cryo Chamber THANK YOU for the amazing work. Simon Heath - your art RAWKS! Everything I've purchased so far is so inspirational! I work best listening to your ART. Old Man Parker/Artist~
''He captured strange and distant worlds in greater detail than ever before. They were beautiful, magnificent... full of awe and wonder. But beneath their sublime surfaces... there was nothing. No love or hate. No light or dark. He could only see what was not there... and missed what was right in front of him.''
just amazing that I felt while listening to this song. just imagine you're in that ship and orbiting that big black dead planet. you have been arguing over many things about if the planet's hospitable place for the humanity to settle down since you and other people on board have noticed the existence of the planet from afar in the space but only to find out it's dead planet, in which nothing can be survived after the ship get there sailing decades of years. you and else might feel frustration, disappointment, and so on. and if their feelings are expressed in the sort of songs..... this can be the one.
When I see so much cool ambient artists in collaboration with artists who I don't know, I become interested. Every ambient track is just a mirror of Great Universe, of human imagination, of God's space dreams... Thank you for great experience and long, long travel in my mind. Most powerful genre for me it's ambient, because it's make my brain and soul OPENED. Greetings from Belarus:)
Hope things get better there soon. I don't know what you think about America, but our citizens are better than our government. I think you know what this situation feels like.
@@hito6464 Our prayers are with you, remember *UNITED* you can beat the government, and economic boycotts can be very powerful, as well as not showing up for work is very strong POWER. We will pray for the good people of Belarus. The change is in your grasp.
@Comrade von Herpenderpf I don't expect illiterate people, unaware of the world outside of the USA to understand. But no one here was talking to you *ANYWAY,* were they?? Go to your MAGA rally and leave those who can see beyond their own nose alone.
yo who wants to come with me as we traverse the surfaces of dead, lifeless planets completely inhospitable to all forms of life, the vast and dark void, drift past inconceivably large stars so big they rip themselves apart. witness planets crumble into molten dust into the great abyss and scour the cosmos for more emptiness?
Maybe it's the right time to explore: Mind, brain, planet earth, universe, concept of god, religion, history, psychology, philosophy, mathematics, literature, languages, books ... etc ... there is so much in this world worth exploring . Keep living with full lungs!
The Memory of Tomorrow a thought-artefact from dreams and hopes and fears Born by those too free to dream of rocks and water too chained to see the afterimages in their eyes Knives chase empty skies hands grasping for prize denied distance too great too fathomless another Sea of Dreams another grand wilderness unscathed
Listened to this over the first vacation in 10 years with my family, I am glad such a beautiful memory is attached to it, so everytime Im eased into sleep all ill thoughts are filtered out
You literally can't hear anything in space, but can certainly listen to music in your EVA suit. Just a feeling of the vastness, emptiness of space, which subsequently calls forth a sense of loneliness that we constantly forget amid gazes and attentions from people surrounding us.
Helps me clear my mind from overwhelming thoughts. I feel at peace yet concentrated at whatever I am working on while listening to this. God bless you guys for this wonderful imagination
It’ll sound weird at first but this makes me think of transmission towers and trees and other objects you’d see at night during a long drive home on the highway. These silhouettes of nature and metal structures towering over you. Even at 21 it’s eerie barely making out buildings, the aforementioned transmission towers, and anything else in the dead of night. The sky is dark yet these silhouettes are even darker That’s how I imagine these dead planets being. Sorta like a black hole. This dark space with an even darker sphere that once housed life. You can see the dull gray surface on the side that still gets sunlight on that time of day, but the other side is pure black. You only notice it because there’s a circle in your field of vision that has no stars and grows larger the closer you get. Just like driving home in the dead of night, you’ll still see the starry sky and whatever your headlights light up, but those pitch black structures, buildings and machinery and other artifacts that serve as relics of humanity’s once-thriving existence, will always be off to the sides towering over you
Man, I wish more people that I immediately knew (and more people in general) were more interested in concepts/ideas such as space/time, philosophy, etc. Too many people care about objectively pointless and mindless shit, and it would be refreshing to be able to walk up to someone and be like (for example) "Hey, what do you think about Einstein's Theory of Relativity?"; I wish this was the norm. This quote comes to mind: "Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people." The cure for boredom is curiosity.
Or living on a generational space city and thinking it's just normal living after 200 years, many generations of it. The city-like ship is huge and with Earthly environs. But it all changes when something goes terribly wrong. Then the entire colony faces that reality: suicide or a slow ride into darkness that could result in a slow, painful death.
This makes me want to write a story from the perspective of a colonist or alien experiencing the final days of their planet. Like a real visceral look through their perceptions and emotions throughout the duration of a sci-fi apocalypse. The underlying question would be, “What would you do, if you knew everything on your planet, its civilizations, histories, cultures, everyone you love, would be blasted away into nothing but lifeless ashes in ten days?”
Well done, I like that the sounds aren't repetitive the entire time but they also remain consistently true to the 'theme' of the chapter they're in. Good transisitons. 10 out of 10 and also coincedentally the only scifi ambience I've found so far that I can really vibe to/with.
jesus christ this place is full of philosophical comments and deep thoughts. all i can say is im 19 and i feel old simply hearing someone mention the Wii.
![Songs For Lonely Rainy Nights [Mount Shrine Archives]](/img/n.gif)
-"Are you scared?"
+"No....Not anymore...."
-"Whys that?"
+"Because there's nothing left to be afraid of"
I enjoy this snippet of an exchange way more than I should have, fits perfectly with this track
That almost sounds worse than actually having something to be afraid of
nothing left..
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Let Desiderata show you THE WAY...
where is this quote from?
As a dead planet, i can confirm this really helps me do my homework
keep doing your orbital revolutions and axial rotations, you're doing amazing sweetie
_"Are all the accomplishments of humanity fated to be nothing more than a layer of broken, plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil bed, sandwiched between the Burgess shale and an eon's worth of mud?"_
Not gonna say who said it? Damn
@@nathanwalsh6837 Dr. Breen
@@HalTheBot that shit was deep
says the cute imposter
Quite possibly, until it is all vaporized by an expanding sun in it's death-routine, at which point it all becomes hugely irrelevant, all our accomplishments. Unless, however, we expand outwards to other planets in other solar systems.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."
... Time to die...
@@uegvdczuVF I heard it was impromptu. That scene is one of the reasons the movie has got a cult following. Absolute classic, one gotta love Rutger Hauer.
RIP Rutger Hauer :(
Blade Runner ... but you gouys know it :)
Do you dream of electronic sheep?
"My battery is running low, and it’s getting dark....”
it was a cry for help that rang in my ears ;-;
Sadness
My Battery is still on 96% When this Video recommended to Me
Wow totally not overused
Words from mars planet
Billions of years later, when some strange creature intercepts the Voyager, they will listen to it and they will know of an abandoned planet, far far away, that was once alive and beautiful.
oof, true
Beautiful. Sounds like something Carl Sagan could have said.
I admire the sentiment, friend, but i disagree with its logic. Oh how I wish i didn't.
Those strange creatures could possibly be us. Synthetically evolved beyond comprehension and a hyper advanced culture with a language unheard of. They would stumble upon this ancient relic like today's humans did with Rosetta Stone
Assuming it is that far after. When some hairless ape listens to the roving signals, whatever they are and however the aliens made them, we might think, arrogantly, they want us to find them; or assume they are as imperious and violent as we are. We would not think they are warning us of their dead world and to keep away from it. They might even try to stop us from going there. But we would not get it, continue to the evil world, and not know the terrible things that remain there, that killed all other life.
Makes me nostalgic for futures none of us will live to see. The memories. The lifetimes. All ahead of us among the stars.
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🙄
❤️👍✨
Hauntology
My only regret is that I won't live to see such... *wonderful* times....
And that those people will never know how fortunate they are to be in the place in time they are in.
My father died on November 16, 2020, His name was Alexey. The past year has been very difficult for me, I have a constant feeling of emptiness in my heart. 4 months after his death, my mother and I bought a dog Shiba Inu breed, named after my father's school nickname. Jack. I really miss my dad very much and I really hope that one day I will see him in my dream. Sorry, the soul is boiling. "Live so that every dog gives you a paw", my father told me before leaving on his last trip to the north.
I hope you're doing better man.
imagine the billions upon billions of stars, galaxies. planets desolate and rocky, just silently eroding against whatever scary elements they find themselves in. maybe some planets with water, maybe even some with life, primitive or advanced like ours. imagine the fauna and flora that might exist out there. makes me sad that I'll never live to see what mysterious events are unfolding light years away.
Remember you are in this universe, but it is also in you. From dust we came, and dust we shall be. For the time until we are needed once more.
@@mrprofessional1755 thank you, local pot plant, I hope I can count on your services in the future, dear si... mada... plant.
Exactly why I love NMS so much, that game may have little content to some people, but just exploring universes, galaxies, planets, it's too damn fun.
You are alive right now to witness them on earth
And if you're paying any attention, I'd wager it's fair to say it's a fugging trash fire. Stop daydreaming about extra-terrestrial aliens and come help your terrestrial "alien" brethren. We're all aliens, dawg. And right now our own world is a dump. Do something about it
AI and modern medicine are racing to ruin our biologically finite existence. Curing death and sleep may happen within 100 years
"We are the middle children of history. Born too late to explore earth, born too early to explore space." - Anonymous
Try to explore arts and philosophy, the tragedy is that we don't have enough time individually
"Too late for tall ships, too early for spaceships"
wankers explore nothing, doesn't matter when they're born
No creo...... Veremos naves tripuladas a Marte y a científicos en su superficie, veremos naves espaciales mineras volando hacia cometas y asteroides a por minerales extraños, veremos el nacimiento de los viajes comerciales a la estratosfera y al espacio por turismo, veremos a spaceX gobernar el espacio 😉♥️🌌☄️🪐
i think about this all the time. :(
Bring the ship in, Captain. There are things here that will make you think twice about our very existence. We are far from alone.
Whenever I feel overwhelmed by thoughts of dread and suicide, I pop over to this channel and comment section. Being lost in sound has saved my life so many times. Thank you.
I hope the pain eases soon. ❤️
You are loved 💘 God Bless You
these aren't foreign feelings. what you're experiencing is not a distraction, it's acceptance. acceptance that we are bigger than ourselves, our destiny reaches beyond the meek limits of earth. don't bound yourself here, the future is approaching
I nearly committed suicide in 2017. The years leading up to it were some of the worst in my life, and I was at my lowest mentally. I lived alone and the isolation didn't really help those feelings of seething self hatred and deep bouts of depression. Everyone at my work noticed, but none seemed to care. I found my way out of it by surrounding myself with a better environment and people. I moved out of my shitty apartment to live close to family and friends, I even got a girlfriend that I've been dating for 3 years now. If I didn't have that support network and get out of the situation I was in, I probably wouldn't even be able to process when my father passed in 2018.
Sometimes It really is just surrounding yourself with better people and places. You're not alone, and I care about you, however little that may seem. I hope you're doing ok
hope you're still going strong friend, this world doesn't deserve any of us. but we do deserve to carve our own fate, regardless of what's been thrust upon us.
“When the universe has crushed him man will still be nobler than that which kills him, because he knows that he is dying, and of its victory the universe knows nothing.” ― Will Durant, The Lessons of History
This gives me a weird mix of dread and calm. Like I'm alone in a vast, extinct world. But I'm soothed because I know nothing is lurking behind the corners.
this music is quite fitting for rogue planets, they kinda creep me out since they are floating around freely in space and not tied to any track or star
That is exactly the feeling I had when reading 'The Magician's Nephew' by C.S. Lewis when I was just a kid in elementary school, and later when I re-read it when I was 21.
Like 1000% agree. I didn't realize this was the soundtrack to my depression until like today
wanna bet there is nothing lurking?
It's lurking beneath your bed tho.
“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
- Arthur C. Clarke
Hello to the future, hello to the year 2500 if anyone will be here to read this. This is for you. I hope you find comfort out there, something profound beyond our emotions locked up on a single planet right now. I hope the Universe will teach you compassion, understanding, and humbleness. But I hope most of all you have something to smile about, even if the new world around you seems bleek, dull, and uncertain. For that I want you to remember us, stuck down here on Earth, because were all too familar with that feeling too. And we find our hope in you. So stay strong.
-2020
yeehaw
- 2021
my butt itches
- 2024
Catherine? Please don't leave me alone.
-Simon (from SOMA)
This is the comment section i want to be with. Among non toxic people that loves and fascinates with universe, thinking about future of our planet...sun...galaxy. Love you all, astronomy nerds
@@abrahambeadner7696 Heraclitus of Ephesus stated 2500 years ago that one is everything and everything is one. I sometimes like to imagine he was right.
No one is "toxic" it's just thoughts you don't agree with.
"Life has been proven to exist beyond the earth, and this life was like us.
9 billion years have passed before the dawn of the Earth, it is a possibility we are in the age of glory, when organisms with minds to create have begun to shape their existence.
However we might have been born past that epoch.
perhaps that time of glory has ended long ago, and these millions of civilizations have succumbed to the great destroyer, and silence persists.
I see a trillion rusting cities on foreign shores.
I see a trillion derelects that outlived their fathers.
I see a trillion dying races on long dead worlds.
In the sands of Mars I see the sands of time, in those ruins a telling of the future and a history of the past.
I am no longer human like the people that greet me upon my return, I see past our veil and see the stars beyond them.
We are very slowly becoming alone."
Where is this from?
this one is the most frightening
@@MrDarklite13 made this one up on the fly! title really resonated with me.
@@xChimkin thanks! Glad I can actually unsettle people with my stuff
Well said. The universe is estimated to be 14 billion years old. If there are other civilizations out there in the galaxy that managed to not destroy themselves and reach the space age, the odds of encountering an alien civilization that exists at the same time as us in our reachable neighborhood of space seems highly unlikely. Given the vastness of the universe, there almost certainly is (or was, or will be) other forms of intelligent life out there somewhere. But the likelihood that we will ever cross paths is extremely slim.
Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252127.2. Distance to Home: 21472 Light Years. ETA: 350 Years. Crew: 402.
HMS Northumbria passed too close to a solar flare. Drift charts didn't expect gravimetric disturbances. Port energy collectors were burnt out during the flare-up; had to replace the wiring with some from the water reclamation system. This has resulted in several additional cryogenic pods having to be recycled, including several crew members. I've taken the least useful crewmembers in for harvesting; as per executive orders, and have disassembled their pods. Repairs are ongoing.
Addendum: Stardate 252128.9. Distance to Home 21422 Light Years. Crew: 395.
The ship is quiet today. The cryonics systems were able to stabilize the water reclamation system, and the ship is back on course.
I've taken the liberty of growing my replacement; my hands, either from age or from work, are not as accurate anymore. I-I find my mind drifting now.... Sometimes, I can still see the captain, reassuring me; or is it a past me... 900 crew... off to colonize the stars. To find a new home for our sick planet.
A planet I have never seen.
A planet that only comes to me in dreams. I wonder if my replacement will dream of it, too.
Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252199.2. Distance to Home: 21395 Light Years. ETA: 350 Years. Crew: 394.
One of the cryo pods failed and ruptured. The crewmember had been dead for ten years and parts of her flesh were sucked into the filtration system. Will need to diagnose main monitoring sensor for any further cryo pod inaccuracies. Crewmember unsuitable for harvesting, cryo pod will be scavenged for components. Air filtration filters are scheduled to be replaced, drone units are still functioning at 89% efficiency.
Addendum: Stardate 2521200.6. Distance to Home: 21380 Light Years. ETA: 349 Years. Crew 394.
Deago-9 is gestating. I've configured all the holotapes I could into his cryo pod. I'm continuing to record replacement tapes for his journey, however, it is difficult. My mind fogs occasionally... and it makes recalling addendums harder. Priority is now being set to drone command. These... friends... they are the lifeblood of this ship now. I recall... maintenance crews and shift duties... however, I have never spoken a command to anyone. Drones do not need to hear to understand. They whirl and clank and crawl and jump. Some even sit by my feet now and ensure my consoles are operating and that I do not have trouble walking. It's almost as if... they are alive now... like Northumbria herself is assisting me in keeping her alive. We're scheduled to pass by another planet soon. I'll need to prep the scanner masts for the rendezvous.
Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252305.8. Distance to Home: 21216 Light Years. ETA: 348 Years. Crew: 394.
Survey of Upsilon Delta 9-1 complete. Barren rock. Unsuitable for colony creation. Scanner masts have jammed when being retracted, resulted in a 6 month delay in returning to normal course. Engaged engines for 52 seconds to create a slingshot vector to make up for lost time. Drones are being prioritized for mast maintenance and power relays. Engines have not been engaged for 30 years, and require additional maintenance. Replacement Deago, Deago-9 is ready for rapid growth; will transfer command codes and provide training once he is cognizant.
Addendum: Stardate 252306.1. Distance to Home: 21152 Light Years. ETA: 348 Years. Crew: 394.
I've never had a son; though I have memories of one. Clide... I still remember his fourth birthday, though that memory is not mine... I still hold onto it dearly when I look at my replacement. Nine will serve Northumbria well, as I have. I had hoped to teach Nine how to play the flute... as was taught to me... however, the shaking in my hands is getting worse. I require drone presence during most of my on-duty hours now... Nine will learn, though... that much is certain. I will try something new and assign him a personal drone to assist him. I think... I'll call it Clide...
Engineers Log: Deago-9. Stardate: XxxXxx.9. Distance to Home: 4X3oY Light Years. ETA: Fx0 Years. Crew: ~295.
**HHSSHS*~I've gone ahead and sealed off most of the decks and am still working on restoring power, though most of the drones are now offline. ~ng to raise one of the solar collectors on the starboard side and raise the scanner mast to find our location, but with the current st~ thi~ have harvested ten of the least useful crew for harvesting to grow additional Deagos to assist with repairs. *Silence = 10 seconds, skipping** It's cold... Clide is a good friend for me, and keeps me warm... I dream of a blue and green planet at night... our destination... yet, it feels further and further out of reac~~~
*Log Corruption Detected: Attempting to Recover.*
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*Recovery Failure: Reformat: Y/N?* _
This creates the feeling of watching the sunrise over a frozen landscape, nothing moving aside from your exhales clouding, just yourself and the ice and lifeless trees.
Too long we scoured amongst the stars. For too long we gazed with fascination and eagerness from glint to twinkling glint. When we finally mastered our engines and mustered our strengths to fling ourselves with mighty distress into the deepness of the cosmos, too long did we spend poring over every dune and under every stone and in every breath of foreign wind.
Too long did we search.
For LIFE.
How we clamoured for that marvellous, calamitous spark. A deluge of delight awaited us just around every corner of every world, ever elusive, but ever taunting. How we mourned every stillborn world, every orb of stone casting themselves in wide arcs around their lonely suns. How we grieved as if it were our own children we arrived to find absent in those blustery, cold plains of desolation. With every world we swept, our hearts faded of hope a little more.
Too long it was before we finally realised.
There was already life here.
And we killed it.
EARTH.
I long for ancient secrets and dark mysteries out in the universe. This music absolutely relates to me and helps set my mood.
I just wanted to say something similar before I read your comment :)
@Bleed The Machines Few things of the dark are worth sharing. Nothing but the ignoble secrets of humanity and forgotten failures...nothing we could not deduce by looking at human nature, nothing anyone should want to find. Else, are things that should not be sought for they are harmful and evil only. Seek the Light of Lights. Then you will know where the gems of life are and how to see them clearly.
God bless you. Through our Blessed Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Who is the Light and Salvation of All the World. Amen.
If you want to find light, seek light. There is much darkness in darkness. (obviously) So if you are going to venture into the dark, bring light so you can see clearly.
3. Soul
A. Hope
2. Desire
3. Love
4. Joy
5. Gratitude
6. Apathy
7. Doubt
8. Fear
9. Hate
10. Anger
J. Compassion
Q. Wonder
K. Empathy
Joker. Ecstasy
@@Internetshadow0000 What about the ghosts and shadows? Is it better to rebuke or command undead?
If you are serious, look into the occult, namely the "left hand path"... The Demons and "fallen" Angels are not threatening if you aren't... 😏
I think my favorite thing about the internet, besides the ability of having almost all of human knowledge at your finger tips, is the fact that I can find an almost unlimited amount of hauntingly beautiful music. That opening song speaks to me on a spiritual level, and I hope they are content knowing that they produce music that resonates with people.
Music is a language that everyone understands. Thus, music is a huge language base that everyone can understand without translation.
It is a bridge from the heart of the author, to the heart of the listener, or to the place where it should be... It is a cure for pain and sadness, and a stimulant of already existing happiness.
While we do have nearly all of human knowledge at our fingertips, we also have nearly all misinformation created in a couple of button presses. Be careful what to look for however and you will be fine.
On a happier note I can completely agree with you on how great the music is. There really is almost anything on the internet for anyone, and if there isn’t then someone will just create it themself.
Some survivors, no government. Thousands of years of freedom.
This sound evokes such a primal feeling within me. This feeling of being lost, and free. I've experienced it in my dreams. The utter expanse of infinity and space. When I can do nothing but exist in this time. This place. That I can feel whatever I truly wish to feel in every passing moment. That everything that happens is a part of the universe. It feels surreal. That reality is only what you make of it. It's cold. Like I'm embedded in ice. In a strange way, I enjoy this feeling. It's like hitting a reset button. Maybe that's just me.
I have this too, but I always describe it as some sort of transcendence. I just feel like im floating in outer space, far away from earth, and at that moment that is all I want
Check out SpaceEngine and set it up to play this music in the background.
eloquently stated.
Create a universe. Twist a hand and just let the galaxies flow through your fingertips. Obsess over tiny details, the colour of a flower- that specific shade of orange in the evening sky. Scattering moons into orbit like grains of sand. That is what it means to be a God.
I wish, one day, that virtual reality can finally replace our reality. If we weren't already living in a simulation, we could enter one of our own making, where we set the rules and dictate our own laws of physics.
@@adronius147 That would certainly be an experience.
No.
@@MrBurns-uh7mm no?
What a beautiful thing to know...all once fluorished and we are simply...too slow.
I love how everyone is being poetic philosophic in this comment section
Agreed... Who want's corn on the cob?!?!?! Fixed.
Comrade von Herpenderpf, yes yes, cringe, pretentious, so on. Sometimes I think people like you think that to have feelings, emotions, passions, to see something beautiful and try to describe it with beautiful words - it’s all weakness to you. Poor primitive, suppressed, broken people.
@Nine Long Nights ah yes, because people who want to express their emotions about a work of music, are "cringe."
I suppose it speaks of how inspiring and thought provoking this music is.
My goodness is it a welcome break
I love the part that goes with wiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhggggg and the bells, so inmersive.
Space
It's an unwelcoming and a dangerous place
It's cold
It's dark
It's quiet
And it's vast
In space you are alone
Far away from home
In space you are quiet
In space you are cold
In space you are left alone
Frontiers of endless darkness
Billions of lightyears old
There you are floating inside a void
It's cold
It's dark
It's quiet
It's space
very beautiful poem, i enjoyed
JL Aged 5 3/4.
Makes me imagine being the last human , my home is in orbit around a blackhole , harvesting its rotational energy as all the stars blinked out many , many Generations before i was born. The colony had fallen into a deep despair and come to the conclusion that 'everything has its time' and ours should of passed with the light. Im all alone now , an old man , the last witness that humanity ever existed. As i turn off the power systems and prepare for the big sleep i look out of the viewer into our so called savior , our dark companion ever present , always whispering to us , inviting us into her cold embrace and i feel the pull of the abyss, terrifying yet also comforting and i know eveything is the way it should be , we did ok and we deserve our rest. I program the navigation systems to use the last of our energy altering our course so the colony will fall into the black hole ....Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust...... i take my seat on the observation deck , the last human at the end of all things.
Is there truly no way to escape the heat death?
@@abienniela9350 Sadly no unless it happens to be that the universe undergo a Big Rip or Big crunch scenario (but that still means the end for us) The most optimistic theory is cyclic universe where life may evolve again in a new universe born from the last.
@@abienniela9350 You got to get out of the universe to circumvent heat death.
Listening to "Rendezvous With Rama Arthur C Clarke Audiobook" while this music is in the background.. so fitting!
"He had been asleep for multiple lifetimes and slept through the great last war that ended everything. He woke up to a dark earth...the life that he knew before closing his eyes was no more." ....and this music began to play.
I'd love a "Before the War" mix. The setting could be that of a soldier, nervously scouting a tree line from their trench, waiting for the inevitable enemy charge. The theme could be pure, grim, visceral dread. Dread of what's to come, dread of what's lurking in those woods.
I love the "something is coming" ambience in movies. Like when a big storm is coming, and all the characters are waiting, or they are waiting for a attack from something e.g the Nights Watch in game of thrones.
that or super hard unrelenting gay sex until dawn
@@jimpickens4 the cure for my PTSD
Give a listen to "Something dark is coming" from the Battlestar Galactica O.S.T.
I'm tripping. I just finished watching The Last Kingdom, and I'm currently watching The Expanse... And that picture tripped me the flip out because it looks like a perfect combination of both shows. The Last Kingdom always has text at the bottom of the screen like that to signal a location change, and Northumbria is the main character's homeland so it's shown a lot. And The Expanse has very similar looking ships, and the white spheres look a bit like an alien structure from the show
I read the title as "Songs for Dead Plants". I guess it fits too.
Plants... in SPAAAAAAAACE!
I was like, "That is what it says............ oh"
I read it as songs for dead parents , thought it was going to be a batman mix
and i read your comment as songs for dead planets lmao
no
I saw that people liked this story that I wrote. It had just been a quick thing that I wrote while doing homework to vent more than anything else. But you guys saying you liked it has motivated me to make a revised version. Enjoy:
Void, a short story by Eris Niles
She had run the calculations many times. First on the ship's computers, but as those deteriorated and power needed to be diverted she had written the equations out on paper. But once that ran out she scratched them into the walls. But the result was always the same. There was no way in physical possibility that she could muster enough power to get the wrecked freighter to get to even the edge of chartered space. No matter what was cut, or where the power was diverted, she would be far into the depths of the unknown by the day that the oxygen recycler ran through its last filters. That day was today.
She got up from the cold dark hold of the ship. All power that would be in lighting was diverted to keeping the oxygen running and the engines going. The temperature was set to the minimum survivable heating, no amounts of extra clothes or makeshift ponchos in the form of mutilated bedsheets could keep the chill of the void away. She walked to what was left of the common area. Once well lit, it was now only illuminated by the impossibly distant stars. The screens of the computers were all as dead as the sky outside the window. The ground littered with papers, mathematical proofs of her demise. She wished that she could have something to eat before she embarked on the task she was about to do, but even after diligent rationing, the food had run dry a few days ago. After a long breath, treasuring the stale oxygen she must have breathed hundreds of times before, she entered the airlock and put on the spacesuit inside. It had once been an orange color but 100+ hours of use beyond its intended lifespan had rendered it bleached to a light brown. The suit was worn and threadbare like the patched tatters of a jumpsuit that hung over her half starved frame. She had gone outside almost everyday when she believed the ship could be fixed. That was months ago. She had long since given up hope.
Instead she stepped out into the nothing with no purpose. Even after having stepped out of hatches like this hundreds of times, the thrill of loosing all sense of up and down was just as electrifying as the first time. The majesty of the deep sky, the great black expanse in all of its terrifying, cold, glory made her stop short and marvel for a few seconds. Then she remembered what she came here to do. With a deep breath she disengaged the tether. Ignoring the computer’s screams of protest, the clamps let go and she saw the ship, or what was left of it, fly out of view in a matter of seconds. Finally, alone with only the cosmos for its uncaring company, she floated for 10, 30, 60, minutes. Then the void sang her to sleep, the soothing touch of the great empty, the lullaby of suffocation. Eventually she rested, carbon dioxide in her lungs, and the stars reflected in her wide, awed eyes.
that is an insane reality someone will definitely face one day, lost in space, lost in mind and absent of definition just floating, endlessly equally as therapeutic as is horrifying
Bro, _paragraph breaks._
@ trusty stranger, Thank you so much! I had not written much before when I wrote this, and it means so much to me to have somebody I have never met before tell me they liked it.
Big _The Martian_ vibes, I love it!
Thanks @Ben Bowers!
This invokes deep, painfully said emotions. I know I need to face these. I know I do.
Good man
Dee Jaaay. Hope you are now well and Happy. Blessing and love from 🇬🇧 💐💜
It's the feeling of realizing the literal meaning of "Space." It's space, everything is so wide and thinned out that we as well call it the abyssal void.
I don't know why I am so taken by this. Such weird intimacy when a song is so long.
Is it not a crime that there are so many wonders in the universe that go unobserved. What I would give to fall into the winds of Jupiter, walk across the sun, dive into a black hole, just to experience it. So much space with infinite beauty.
Everytime I'm listening to your music, it's like sliding down into another dimension, where I can found or lost myself, while this music hold back my tears. It's like something familiar and fits perfectly into my mood and everytime it ends, I fly back into my dark livingroom, sitting lonely on the couch, smiling.
This whole list reminds me two things and make my eyes tear: The conception of "decomposing" and some verses of Wolfgang Borchert's poem "Sag Nein!" (Say No!)
"In the bustling hazy harbour towns the big ships will fall silent as corpses against the dead deserted quay walls, their once shimmering bodies overgrown with seaweed and barnacles, smelling of graveyards and rotten fish.
The trams will lie like senseless glass-eyed cages beside the twisted steel skeleton of wires and track.
The sunny juicy vine will rot on decaying hillsides, rice will dry in the withered earth, potatoes will freeze in the unploughed land and cows will stick their death-still legs into the air like overturned chairs.
In the fields beside rusted ploughs the corn will be flattened like a beaten army.
Then the last human creature, with mangled entrails and infected lungs, will wander around, unanswered and lonely, under the poisonous glowing sun, among the immense mass graves and devastated cities.
The last human creature, withered, mad, cursing, accusing - and the terrible accusation: WHY?"
"I keep having this... dream. I'm just staring into the black between the stars. There's something there. I know there is. I just can't see it... but it sees me. I can feel it... hate us. I know you know what I'm talking about. Or you will soon." - Prey 2017
Oh yeah, that's a game that I should try to play before I die, thanks for the reminder
@@water1374 It's a lot of fun, one of the only recent system shock style games actually.
So much out there... but here we are squabbling over where each of us comes from, what we'll buy next, or who's the most popular liar to put in charge next. I grew up while we still dreamed of life out there. Here's hoping the next generation will be the one to smarten up and realize there is so much more we can do if we work together and stop bickering over pieces of paper.
I often wish I had a spaceship of my own to just leave and never come back, far away from this planet exploring every twinkle in the sky.
Life beyond the stars...
In the deepest parts of the great black, a planet floats, dead, but full of posibility...
Man, if I put this song on in Space Engineers I'd probably be a lot more immersed. I'd be going through the menus of my damaged ship, turning off everything unnecessary to getting home, letting the one remaining battery rest a bit until it too dies. Grinding down anything that wasn't mission critical for a few extra steel plates and motors. Switching from Antenna to Beacon, turning all the air vents to depressurize and gas tanks to stockpile, topping off my energy in the cockpit, and then entering a cryo pod knowing that I'm just being dramatic and should respawn back on the planet and try again with a better ship.
One face is blistered, the other plunged into a brutal chill. Is this how it's always been?
You remember hot oceans, nourishing atmosphere. But something transpired, kicked what was wet and fertile into space, stealing away everything of value. Or perhaps what thrived here for a day or for ten million years decided to leave, peeling its wet organics off the bones.
Kind of reminds me of the idea that when low-mass stars finally cease nuclear activity, after trillions and trillions of years of life, they become cold black balls of impossibly dense iron.
Listening to this music makes me think of being a traveller from another universe, arriving too late to see what was once our Sun, now a dead ball of iron not more than a dozen miles across, drifting endlessly in a black, lifeless universe.
only to then continue floating through that cold blackness to stumble upon a dried up, dead little planet full of dust, skeletons and nuclear craters..
even worse, the giant iron sun would have had devoured the Earth.
Iron stars can still be used to support life actually, and they live absurdly long. Isaac arthur has a video on that, pretty mind blowing.
Clematis plant juice can cause a rash. When pruning, it's best to wear gloves.
Low-mass stars don't become iron balls, the fusion processes end with the production of carbon. Fusion to iron is only possible for heavy stars and when complete, will result in a supernova.
I'm stuck from never wanting to leave this time, this moment, for things to stay the same, or for everything to change and never have to face today again.
my artsy ass looking for a background for writing a thesis on a sf novel is pleased with this
it's soothing, but with a sense of emptiness and despair that fills my body while researching
I enjoy all the Cryo mixes assembled by their talented artists. But if I had to choose only one theme it would be Dark Space. Whenever I look up at the night sky and see the stars and planets, I hear Space Soundscapes, Drones and the odd Abandoned Spaceship sounds.
A planet has to live first, in order to be Dead. Earth being the best example.
Scrolling through TH-cam and I see 'Songs for Dead Planets'... yeah, gotta see what this is about.
Man, it's just crazy you know. All of the things that have existed and all the things that will exist. Every person, every animal; every movie, every video game, every piece of art, every corner of the world. When I think about all of those things and the fact that I exist to appreciate them, my mind just cannot think of an answer. Why do I exist? Why does anything at all exist? What's real and what isn't? Why am I conscious of my own death? Too many questions for someone who is destined to never know the answers. The only thing that is certain is what we feel, interacting with others and with nature; maybe our only purpose is to feel and to hope that we find meaning in those feelings.
"Inside the Tunnels," the recording had said, "you will find the Truth."
And the truth was in front of them. They stood before the earth's core, and it appeared as a pulsating ball of magma surrounded by metal wires and tubes, shining with energy that it provided to the factories and machines above, using whatever was left over to provide heating and lighting for the few remaining Cities. This was the center of the Machine; the steel plating covering the inhospitable surface was only a shell. The Tunnels were merely the bloodstream. The robots above, antibodies against organic life.
"This world," I said. "It no longer needs us. How ironic. We made it this way, and now it only sees us as an obstacle to maximum efficiency."
One hour intro for a six min song.. thats impressive.
You know? These times are really difficult for me, I can't find anything that encourages me or makes me happy, it's like a loop of feeling lonely and feeling like I'm not doing anything with my life. That's when I really need this type of music, to feel that I'm floating through space and that I discover its secrets. Makes me feel a bit better..
"'Faith in faith' he answered himself. 'It isn't necessary to have something to believe in. It's only necessary to believe that somewhere there's something worthy of belief."
It's been nearly 2 years and this has more than a million views. An hour+ compilation. Holy hell this warms my heart. :D
Straight Silver
@52:17
I love how you made the ship breathe.
Brilliant.
As the lights faded, I remembered the fleetest impression of cold. Deep , instant, cutting to the very soul.
At the same time my brain surges, wrenching me from my vision, Into that space.
lights, experiences, memories, faces. I can hold onto none of it. It flows without clear logic, but each piece is as real as you would like.
like pure living experience, dancing to it's own music.
The music ends and my trip is over. Like a dream, it seems distant, as if I must doubt it's very existence.
Cryogenic travel is always a strange experience they say.
Thank you Cryo Chamber.
One of the best things about buying music from Cryo is being able to sample the albums on- line first.
Like this nice MIX of all these ambient tracks - this is sweet!
When you find one you love... I urge you to buy an analog CD version from Cryo Chamber too.
If you don't y0u are missing out.
When you receive a digital version PLUS an analog CD version it's a whole-nother experience.
I cannot express how happy I am to be collecting CRYO CHAMBER's CD albums - the are BEAUTIFUL! Really impressive artwork. Impeccable graphic design on every thing I've purchased so far. They're so visually & physically intriguing I'm afraid to actually play the CD's as I don't want to mar them. (I usually play my digital copies, and just gaze lovingly at the albums.).
I have worn some of the Albums themselves just from repeated opening and looking through them.
See, most of the multiple CD sets come with amazing atmospheric insides, full liner notes, lots of art work, and such fantastic/poetic things - (as you might find in the Necronomicon - at least in all the Lovecraftian/Cthulhu inspired albums).
I can tell as Cryo Chamber's work has matured each album has become more interestingly complex - that goes for the ambient music AND the liner notes. I'm glad to see that more sales has enable you to produce more creative albums.
I believe that they actually went back to one of the first released Lovecraft albums; "Cthulhu" and created a more elaborate album.
Cryo Chamber, did you?
It's a single CD, but it has ten pages of heavy art-gallery type paper printed with an original Lovecraftian tale by Alistair Rennie. Several pages of art work by Simon Heath - who I believe is also the graphic designer who made the whole package. It was quite the surprise when I got it.
Hope I haven't ruined the surprise for others.
I just think potential buyers should know Cryo Chamber really seriously is making quality stuff.
The Lovecraft themed albums ~ I believe I have them all... but I'm always hunting on-line for new Lovecraft creations.
I wonder how many of Cryo Chamber's other themed works have such elaborate CD albums?
( guess I gotta' buy the other ones as well so I can find out) -
Hmmm..."Songs for Dead Planets" This one is really amazing.
The above art is by Simon Heath, so I can hope he did another amazing designed CD album for "Songs for Dead Planets" too.
I'm not sure how much $ CRYO CHAMBER actually makes on their analog CD albums - they're pretty elaborate. I have a sneaking suspicion that the enormous artistic drive behind Cryo Chamber's work pushes their break-even line to a hair widths.
Cryo Chamber THANK YOU for the amazing work.
Simon Heath - your art RAWKS!
Everything I've purchased so far is so inspirational!
I work best listening to your ART.
Old Man Parker/Artist~
Earth: "Play this at my funeral."
humanity cannot accept the challenge...
''He captured strange and distant worlds in greater detail than ever before. They were beautiful, magnificent... full of awe and wonder. But beneath their sublime surfaces... there was nothing. No love or hate. No light or dark. He could only see what was not there... and missed what was right in front of him.''
I am not only fascinated with the music, but also amazed by the quality of comments... Is "dark" music a thing of "brighter" people perhaps?
just amazing that I felt while listening to this song. just imagine you're in that ship and orbiting that big black dead planet. you have been arguing over many things about if the planet's hospitable place for the humanity to settle down since you and other people on board have noticed the existence of the planet from afar in the space but only to find out it's dead planet, in which nothing can be survived after the ship get there sailing decades of years. you and else might feel frustration, disappointment, and so on.
and if their feelings are expressed in the sort of songs..... this can be the one.
When I see so much cool ambient artists in collaboration with artists who I don't know, I become interested. Every ambient track is just a mirror of Great Universe, of human imagination, of God's space dreams... Thank you for great experience and long, long travel in my mind. Most powerful genre for me it's ambient, because it's make my brain and soul OPENED. Greetings from Belarus:)
Hope things get better there soon. I don't know what you think about America, but our citizens are better than our government. I think you know what this situation feels like.
@@Rubin4749 thank you! I think that BLM is good idea, but it is too agressive now:(
Stay strong, our country understand yours!
@@hito6464 Our prayers are with you, remember *UNITED* you can beat the government, and economic boycotts can be very powerful, as well as not showing up for work is very strong POWER. We will pray for the good people of Belarus. The change is in your grasp.
@Comrade von Herpenderpf I don't expect illiterate people, unaware of the world outside of the USA to understand. But no one here was talking to you *ANYWAY,* were they?? Go to your MAGA rally and leave those who can see beyond their own nose alone.
It helps one reflect.
Being a dead planet myself, I truly appreciate your kind gesture 🙌
This'll fit earth soon the way things seem to be going.
Earth isn't dying, only the world of men
Earth isn't going to die, only the humans that may inhabit it. Life will possibly outlive all of humanity at the rate we're going.
A commercial every minute is a bit much for me but was able to write a sad short story because of this music. So I'm happy.
Just 1 hour!? Damn... This is too good for only having one hour. :(
For this I feel we need at least six hours. Hearts of Space has a lot of great material to build this list up.
I might be a dead planet, as I like this very much.
Congratulations. You Have Arrived at Your Destination .press any key to shut down.
C'est la musique de mariage de AstronoGeek. Quel beau moment. 😄
yo who wants to come with me as we traverse the surfaces of dead, lifeless planets completely inhospitable to all forms of life, the vast and dark void, drift past inconceivably large stars so big they rip themselves apart. witness planets crumble into molten dust into the great abyss and scour the cosmos for more emptiness?
i will as long as i am lost and alone
Maybe it's the right time to explore: Mind, brain, planet earth, universe, concept of god, religion, history, psychology, philosophy, mathematics, literature, languages, books ... etc ... there is so much in this world worth exploring . Keep living with full lungs!
The Memory of Tomorrow
a thought-artefact from
dreams and hopes and
fears
Born by those too
free to dream of
rocks and water too
chained to see the
afterimages in their
eyes
Knives chase empty
skies hands grasping for
prize denied distance
too great too fathomless
another Sea of Dreams
another grand wilderness
unscathed
Listened to this over the first vacation in 10 years with my family, I am glad such a beautiful memory is attached to it, so everytime Im eased into sleep all ill thoughts are filtered out
I didn't know I was a dead planet because these songs make me feel incredibly good
Well you are part of the Earth. We all are. And it is dying..
@@rabidL3M0NS Nah, She is good for middle-aged lady.
Gully Foil is my name
Terra is my Nation
Deep space is my dwelling place
The stars my destination
what a lovely homeworld vibe. I like it a lot.
You literally can't hear anything in space, but can certainly listen to music in your EVA suit. Just a feeling of the vastness, emptiness of space, which subsequently calls forth a sense of loneliness that we constantly forget amid gazes and attentions from people surrounding us.
Helps me clear my mind from overwhelming thoughts. I feel at peace yet concentrated at whatever I am working on while listening to this. God bless you guys for this wonderful imagination
Love the Zone of X Ruptured World at 22:50 - subbed
We're hurtling towards oblivion; but here, in this place, I have found a little oasis of peace.
Ah thank you. As a dead planet, I find this playlist super useful.
Just done watching Event Horizon, I open up TH-cam and this comes up... What are you trying to say oh all-knowing algorithm?
Listening to this it occurred to me that all these moments will be lost in time, like… tears in rain.
It’ll sound weird at first but this makes me think of transmission towers and trees and other objects you’d see at night during a long drive home on the highway. These silhouettes of nature and metal structures towering over you. Even at 21 it’s eerie barely making out buildings, the aforementioned transmission towers, and anything else in the dead of night. The sky is dark yet these silhouettes are even darker
That’s how I imagine these dead planets being. Sorta like a black hole. This dark space with an even darker sphere that once housed life. You can see the dull gray surface on the side that still gets sunlight on that time of day, but the other side is pure black. You only notice it because there’s a circle in your field of vision that has no stars and grows larger the closer you get. Just like driving home in the dead of night, you’ll still see the starry sky and whatever your headlights light up, but those pitch black structures, buildings and machinery and other artifacts that serve as relics of humanity’s once-thriving existence, will always be off to the sides towering over you
This is the music that is heard inside my mind
Man, I wish more people that I immediately knew (and more people in general) were more interested in concepts/ideas such as space/time, philosophy, etc.
Too many people care about objectively pointless and mindless shit, and it would be refreshing to be able to walk up to someone and be like (for example) "Hey, what do you think about Einstein's Theory of Relativity?"; I wish this was the norm.
This quote comes to mind:
"Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people."
The cure for boredom is curiosity.
I imagine being alone in space traveling with no destination just descending into madness.
Thats me everyday
There's a Swedish Sci-Fi movie called ANIARA that's about that very thing. If you're looking for something to watch.
What a beautiful thought
@@johnwilliamross Thanks, this will be a nice video and drifting evening:-)
Or living on a generational space city and thinking it's just normal living after 200 years, many generations of it. The city-like ship is huge and with Earthly environs. But it all changes when something goes terribly wrong. Then the entire colony faces that reality: suicide or a slow ride into darkness that could result in a slow, painful death.
"We held hands on our last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust"...
This makes me want to write a story from the perspective of a colonist or alien experiencing the final days of their planet. Like a real visceral look through their perceptions and emotions throughout the duration of a sci-fi apocalypse. The underlying question would be, “What would you do, if you knew everything on your planet, its civilizations, histories, cultures, everyone you love, would be blasted away into nothing but lifeless ashes in ten days?”
Faith brothers and sisters, even in the end
Well done, I like that the sounds aren't repetitive the entire time but they also remain consistently true to the 'theme' of the chapter they're in. Good transisitons. 10 out of 10 and also coincedentally the only scifi ambience I've found so far that I can really vibe to/with.
jesus christ this place is full of philosophical comments and deep thoughts.
all i can say is im 19 and i feel old simply hearing someone mention the Wii.