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I was so happy when I found this song, it was surprisingly smooth to edit to this effect, others I had to tweak more to find that sweet spot ethereal vibe.
The art was made in 30 mins, for a facebook page challenge called Daily Spitpaint.
The original song is Once Upon a December by Emile Pandolfi
My art IG: @akrishnaart
This sounds like the more realistic and sad story of Anastasia where, she actually you know, died with her family.... and she's a ghost just dancing to the music..
dntknonuttin It’s actually a true story but the story wasn’t long as you would think it would be it was fasten to death kinda of what you said
666TH LIKE IM SORRY I HAD TO
I will always believe she survived the execution (mythbusters proved her garm was bulletproof ntm it wasn't just the family that was shot but also maids and servants)
@@kyzendelaguia1063 And her sisters also weared bullet proof corsets and yet they died. It's nice to belive she survived, but it is what it is.
This reply section reminds me of atheism vs. religion
the fact that people in the comments dont know anastasia and are understanding perfectly what its about based on this song specifically is like the greatest example of what music is and what it does for people
Couldn't agree more!!!!
True.
It sad isn't it, i remember as if i watched it yesterday
agreed, that movie is underrated as hell, the music and the art where on point, another forgotten gem, just like treasure Island and the finding atlantes movies
The movie, and the real events, both are tragic in so many ways but have such an elegant story to tell till the very end
I love how everyone in the comments doesn't know Anastasia yet is imagining it almost perfectly.
i honestly thought they've seen the film and were commenting these specific descriptions as a joke!!
I knowwww
Ik. I literally thought they were all playing dumb.
I know! I love Anastasia one of my favourite movies
Cant know for sure might be bluffing just so it looks cool
WITH THESE REMIXES I DONT KNOW IF THEYRE SOOTHING OR EXTREMELY UNSETTLING
Right??
Why not both?
@@hydevanhelsing5063 How can something soothing be unsettling as well?
@@leotimothee4561 Ever heard of an artist called Nicole Dollanganger? She writes songs that are musically very beautiful, but the lyrics describe unsettling situations we don't want to talk about, such as eating disorders, body image issues, bullying, abuse and other such topics. Her voice sounds so pure, but sad. Its the kind of music that makes you want to cry or become angry at the situations she sings about, but also calms you down and go to sleep.
To me, that is how music can be both soothing and unsettling.
@@hydevanhelsing5063 I don't think I've heard about her before, no. Once I have some time, I'll make sure to search for that artist and listen to her songs as well. Thank you
_Even though we will never meet on that moment ever again, I will still remember this dance, the only moment where I was alive._
OMG .. too much pain in your words
There is so much story in that one sentence. Nice work!
Wow is it originally your work? Magnificent!
Beautifully Said.
Hippity hoppity this quote is now my property
every time I hear this I think of that sad animatic of that girl who keeps dreaming of a handsom man in beautiful places but he turns out to be Death and it was just very sad and I cried.
Could you link it?
Omg please link it
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@@milkyfrrog Thank you!!
Pov: You used to work for the Romanovs family, you go to the castle years after the tragic, this song starts to sound in your head while you remember all your moments with Anastasia and her silbings, you remember all those happy moments, and now they are gone. Suddenly, In the dance room, you imagine Zar Nicolas dancing with his daugthers, you feel melancholic about it, then you start to play the song in that old piano with tears in your eyes.
Thats beautiful!
Thank you
I’m a Romanov fanatic and this is the most beautiful thing I can think of😭😭 I feel like Piere Gilliard, the Romanov children’s French teacher, felt much like this, as he was exceptionally close with all of them
What the fuck???? That was sad AFFF AND NOW IM CRYINGGF 😔
That is beautiful, just trying to help you but it is either czar or tsar, not zar😊
_Death stops everything. Stops family, desires, and happiness. But what death cannot touch is the love from that person and the memory. Those pass on to the next generation and continues to live on through them. Death is not the end, for it is merely the continuation of a journey...from Once Upon a December._
Damn, it's very pretty♡
wow🤍
†Hε Ħїḓdёи ϟεяαρнїм that’s so beautiful....
this gave me chills
Death keeps life’s gifts forever...
One of the greatest piece in the movie.... So melancholic
what movie?
hanif AR Anastasia
Me too
I adore this song. It's my favourite too
I always cry when I hear it
Ah. There it is. The musical form of my daily existential crisis
Mine is the ethereal remix of Clair De Lune
This is just a travel sized existential crisis
Fun fact. My cousins and sister wanted to name me after a princess, more specifically aurora or ariel and my parents wanted to make their wish come true, byt also didn't want my name to be ariel or aurora. My grandfather actually saved the day by saying I could be named after Anastasia, the Princess in the movie. My sister and cousins didn't know the movie so they watched it and than agreed to name me that. And that's the story of how I got my name (Anastasija). Thank you for reading
thats sweet
@@violetgirl1996 are you okay?
That’s honestly so sweet!!!
💚💚💚💚
You have the coolest name my dude
This makes me think of an old woman, the last of a noble line and the dwindling remenants of a bygone era that is both so desperately far away and immediatly close. She escapes the lonely dread that slowly encroaches by remembering the youth and the beauty and grandure she'd witnessed. Her carer finds her sitting peacfully in the old ball room with a dusty record player echoing its last notes in the once resplendant room.
Beautiful✨
what she wrote is EXACTLY the scene from the Dreamworks movie "Anastasia" - this song is from that movie and plays exactly when that scene happens...
Honestly I think what happened is so much more tragic and if hypothetically Anastasia really did survive it would be even sadder. Just think of a girl who was once a princess, running away, leaving her life and identity behind, never to return again. Her future? The 20th century: world wars, communism, a time of global degeneration and human disaster. She watches the world change, and for most of her life - the world changes for the worst, reminiscing about those splendid ballroom dances in a palace that has become desolate and robbed of its beauty, both literally and metaphorically by the same people who have massacred your entire family, friends, and millions more. As an old lady, she sits anonymous on a bench in a no-name park in some no-name town, thinking back, this music faintly plays in her mind as her life slowly flickers away.
@@MMmm-bg9li in another universe, she survived. Got married and had children and died of an old age
@@MMmm-bg9li No, I'd rather think of the millions of people on the Russian Empire who had an absurd improvement in their quality of life. Also, just one World War, this happened around 1917. Don't try to romanticise the past or history, for there are no "good guys".
The fact that Anastasia's remnants already have been found with her parents, Olga and Tatiana hurts me.
The Tsar may have been a bad ruler but his children didn’t deserve this fate. No child should be held responsible for its ancestors…
@Captain Mercurian From a moral point of view, yes, politically though, from a historical point of view, I do understand why the revolutionaries decided on erasing the potential symbols royalist loyalists could use against them. It was cruel regardless.
@Captain Mercurian Then we are in full agreement.
@@Arcaryon they also murdered their family servant, so it wasn't political either. And the execution wasn't clean at all, they litteraly stabbed and shot them for minutes. It was monstrous and the whole family are considered martyrs by the Christian Orthodox church. And for example, communist China didn't execute its former emperor and he didn't pose any threat to them afterwards.
@@diogenesofsinope5358 You really don’t want to bring communist China into this.
More importantly, the servants were witnesses.
If you secretly order your men to execute a former leaders entire royal line of your country, you should make sure to leave very few trails.
Finally, the execution was brutal for multiple reasons:
The white army was closing in, leading to a rushed operation.
Therefore, there were not enough actual soldiers to shoot all of the prisoners & this caused multiple other issues as well, with even former pows being part of the operation, some refusing to execute the girls and one man being drunk.
The prisoners should be executed in the specially prepared cellar to prevent them from escaping.
After the initial volley was over, the small cellar was also filled with smoke & debris, leading to even more chaos.
As the children wore clothes with gems and similar trinkets hidden inside, this fact sadly prolonged their deaths even further because this made the bayonets, not knifes btw. ineffective. The men used the bayonets because the shots were to noisy and they feared discovery.
A maid used a pillow to protect herself, it too had hidden gemstones and jewelry within.
Basically, the whole affair was extremely chaotic. Instead of a fast execution, the killings dragged along for many minutes.
Finally, on the Christian Orthodox Church - I do not see something particularly Christian in the tragic deaths of these women and children basically being executed due to their fathers former position.
They didn’t get killed for their faith, they were murdered for their name.
Parts of this sound ( especially around 1:35 ) almost like they should be in a really good ghost/psychological movie trailer, like maybe a movie about a girl who keeps being drawn to this old manor/palace, and having dreams she used to live there. She eventually goes in and she sees ghosts and echoes of the past, and she doesn't know if it's real or all in her head. Ooooh, this edit is just awesome, you did fantastic.
Shhh. keep your fantastic ideas to yourself ;)
literally the plot of the movie that this song is from
@@StreamHGF okay but like, not a kid's movie, more focus on the psyche of the main character.
Just for the commenting lol why though
The Haunting of Hill House is what you're looking for !
Everyone talking about the film.
But this reminds me to the tragical true end she suffered with her family.
Yisus.
Is your picture an anime version of Ariel? Also I don’t really know what exactly happened to the royal family, but I just know that they say it was a mystery and that it was very damaging to everyone’s hearts at that time, and as I can see it still does so today.
@@X_moonchrystal
Yeah, it belongs to Jeo Ji on artstation, but I edited the colors for my own personal use.
They were "executed" by Bolshevikes at Ekaterimburg, sadly the girls had an horrible death, since they sew her jewels to the corsets, just for hide them, but it worked as an anti-bullet corset, they were killed agaisnt a wall under the horror of being impalled by bayoneta while they were hiding her heads.
Noah D' Arc woah 😨 scary....
such a tragic death
Same 😔
this song gives me the weirdest feeling
it feels like i went into an abandoned cathedral and got teleported back in time
Kind~of exactly what happens in scene from the movie, Anastasia :)
Or a distant sad past left to dance for all eternity
it feels like Anastasia's dancing to the song of time and history; less like dancing around freely, but more like dancing because she has nothing else to do-her story's lost to the millions of inked interpretations and cinematic speculations that history imposed on her, and she's just dancing around in its pages because she can't write for her own anymore.
okay so this is really unrelated but when you said “thrusted” i IMMEDIATELY thought of fan fictions
@@lizthelephant GURL NOW THAT YOU BROUGHT IT UP-
That was beautifully written.
Shush.Lol
I don't understand why I felt an empty hit in my chest when I read this :'(
“There’s this moment, when you’re sure you’re about to die, and then…you’re born. It’s terrifying. Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echos of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts, shape myself towards them.”
Terrifying... where is this from?
@@sirkalilak6841 it's from Doctor Who
@@iagreebut7269 I see, thank you kindly
She walked through the ruins, like she had so many times before. She heard the echoes of the cheers as the dancers took their final bow. The smiles on all of their faces on the opening night. A standing ovation. She could feel the eyes on her as she closed her own, calling upon a vision. She was the star, she was the one they had come to see. She took her partners hand into the air and they bowed again, the audience so loud she barely heard them. The curtains closed as they waved, her heart higher than the sky.
She looked at her partner on the stage, her now partner in life too. He took her off stage with all the others, shaking hands, patting each other’s back. They all made their way to their dressing rooms. Before she entered her own, her love put his hand on her waist and pulled her close. She looked into his eyes, smiling. They shared a loving, soft kiss. She felt it on her lips. She actually felt it, her white dress swishing at her bare feet as she wandered the ruins. She embraced the vision, allowing it to become her reality. She was in front of the mirror, wearing her white dress. She was removing the make up and the jewellery. Her head was aching from the sounds of the music and the spectators still. She remembered those precious moments, the ones of temporary yet eternal glory.
And then her lungs burned. Her senses were jolted to her delusioned reality. Yet she did not try to escape it. She jumped up towards the door, restraining the urge to cough. She opened the door, only to be met with a hungry flame that engulfed the floor. She barely had time to scream for help, to her love, her friends, the stage crew, before the smoke and embers became too much, and she collapsed into the fire.
She snapped back to the true world. She looked around the auditorium, now completely black. The red and gold seats now melted into ash. Everything was gone. The fame, the glory, the audience, the people, her love. All gone. She put a hand up to her face to touch the burn that was etched across it. It was all the proof that she was once a star, once cherished in a world unlike the one now. Even know, she wondered what part of her had died in that fire. What parts had lived? Had she lived? Or had she met the same fate as so many other young candles that were consumed by the ever brighter fire? She could only wander round, too alive to die, too dead to live. Wander until the answer came to her. And when would that be? Ten years, fifty years, a hundred? She couldn’t say. All she could do was wander. Wander, wonder, relive and remember.
This is a lovely piece of creative writing, but it would be easier to read if it was put into paragraphs.
Caramel Gumball - Noted! Thank you for the feedback. Hope this makes it easier. Amazing username btw
That's great to hear! And thanks for the compliment :)
Caramel Gumball - Any time 👍
Damn. I would read this or watch if it was a short film almost cried even tho I don’t read as much as I used to
Imagine a new Anastasia horror movie where it’s showing how the Romanov family is being hunted by the Bolsheviks and Anastasia and like the whole settings is them in the castle trying to escape but they’re all getting killed off one by one until only Anastasia is left alone where at the end she wanders off into the woods. (In real life her remains are found in the woods). Imagine this song as the trailer song and it’s showing the empty old castle and as parts of the old castle are shown, it cuts to a scene in that part where a Bolshevik is like shooting someone. You know what I mean? And then it cuts back. So like it’s showing memories of what happened there. And at the beginning of the movie it shows Nicholas, the tsar of Russia as a young boy in bed asking his mother (the grandma in Anastasia) to sing for him so he can sleep. And it’s this song the same one she would later sing to her granddaughter Anastasia. And at the end it would have some big twist like Anastasia wakes up thinking it had all been a dream so she walks back into the castle and hears this song and in the ballroom she sees everyone dancing and so she joins them and everyone is laughing and happy and dancing and it zooms in on her smiling happily then cuts to the ballroom actually being empty with all the dead bodies and blood and stuff and it just zooms out until the screen goes dark and the end title card is shown. (So in the end they were all killed and when Anastasia thought it was a dream and went back in the ballroom, everyone there were ghosts including herself. Because in real life, sadly the Romanov family did die)
That would be cool if not for the fact that it's not accurate 😔
The Romanov were fussilated in the white palace's basement by the same people they used to live with and trust, the bolsheviks. They actually got close with them.
In fact, it's thought that when Tzar Nicholas read the letter with the order to execute him, he turned around exclaiming he didn't understand it... They truly thought they were going to survive.
@Captain Mercurian ever watched the boy in striped pajamas? yeah bud i wouldn't be talking because there are a lot of movies who have profited off of others misfortunes and yet you wasted your time on this one comment....i dont see the logic.
There’s a book called I Was Anastasia, based off a woman who was the main Anastasia pretender and her story, switching between the POV of young Anastasia and this woman, being very vague about her situation. It would be a great movie. Sad, but great.
@@ariesawrath6215 ur acting as if thats a good thing, have some basic empathy and try to understand that the deaths of people (especially children) shouldnt be parodied into a horror movie for our entertainment its just not right :/
@@boiifyoudont2952 I think (and this is just my opinion) that instead of making fun of tragedies, it brings awareness to the events that otherwise would go unseen and tragedies that took place so we don’t repeat it, in fact before I saw the Anastasia movie they made, I had never heard of what happened to the Romanov family, I didn’t even know they existed at one point, I thought it was all fiction
I was very wrong
But without that movie, I wouldn’t have known such a crucial part of history, so as far as I can see, there is some light in making movies about real-life tragedy, because it brings things to light that otherwise we would never see
But if they do just do for the money, then it does become wrong to do.
I’m not saying that those who make them are completely innocent, but they may have good intentions
(Oof this was a rant)
Lyrics:
Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
i just love you for this, this is purely beautiful
@@Mars-eh5qd they didnt write the lyrics themselves... Once upon a December is a song from a Disney movie
Mads._.Maddie1 Oh, my bad, didn’t watch it 😂
Zaxor Von Skyler I love the lyrics and if I made a movie like this it would be about a mother losing her memory because she was hit hard on the head during a attack and when she goes to a barely recognizable palace because of the genocide there and she would sing the lyrics would go just like “once upon a December” like this:
Three Young swans
On the walls
Yet I barely remembered
And song I sang to them
“Once a time in midnight spring”
The young one’s held safe and warm
The middle runs through a summer breeze
the eldest danced with peacefulness oh so gracefully
The young one’s held safe and warm
The middle runs through a summer breeze
The eldest danced with peacefulness
Oh so gracefully
Far away
So long ago
Glows dime like a diamond
Things my heart used to love
And Things it yearns to say
And a song I sang to them
“Once a time in midnight spring”
@@mads._.maddie1726 Not a Disney movie
2 almost 3 am and this makes me want to break out the watercolors
Yesssss 😌
I am not gifted with the wielding of pigments, so I must make do with words. ‘Tis currently 4:45am and whilst perusing the stories other folk have shared here I found several which sparked my inspiration and whispered to my muse.
Best of luck to you, and may the colors flow true from your mind to the canvas. Now I must retire
I'll be honest, I thought that last part said "break into watermelons", and I-
i know this was a year ago but you should do it. music always brings out my artistic ability and i feel as an aquarius it is important to always have that inner part of you so no matter what art it is, do it like nobody is watching, dance, sing, draw, paint, etc. create art with your mind, body, and soul and don't let anyone tell you otherwise
I was also about to go to sleep but now I want to write a whole entire novel
The little change at 1:00 is so unsettling but so amazing, it puts you in a state of realization- you realize then that what happened to the romanovs was way worse than the movie projected, you realize that it actually happened, that something so brutal, cruel and uncalled for, actually happened. What a tragedy it was, this may be a little morbid but they were all together when they were assassinated, I wonder who the last one alive was? And how they felt probably laying on the ground looking at their family knowing it was all over, and the fact that that probably happened in a matter of seconds.
I recommend reading the book Romanov by Nadine Brandes if you're interested. It's fiction, but it's based on the true story and is actually way more accurate than the movie. Also it really helped me see what the family actually had to go through during their exile.
When I hear this I imagine a young girl who is walking down a long, dark corridor and she starts to hear this muffled song. Desperate to find who’s playing- and how to get out of wherever she is- she walks down the long corridor, opening doors and walking into rooms, only to find that each door leads to another long corridor. The music continues play. Frantic, she runs around, the corridors seeming to be endless.
However, what she doesn’t realize is that everything is just a dream that she can’t quite escape. It turns out she is in a coma and it doesn’t she’ll wake up soon.
As the days go by, the song continues playing over and over, the rooms and corridos keep leading to nowhere, and the feeling of being completely alone with no one but yourself and the shadows to talk to slowly start to drain away the sanity of the you girl.
mk ultra
I don't remember what it's called, but theres a movie with Chloë Grace Mortez (I think that's her name) and it's kinda like what you described, but for her, it's a cello cuz that's what she played
I imagine a young write who’s writing a book about the Romanovs. She’s allowed to come into the Winter Palace ballroom at night and look around. She sits and writes what she sees. There’s a sudden gush of wind, but no open windows and the temperature drops. Laughter comes from the ballroom doors as they burst open. Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia(the four princesses) come into the room. The young writer can’t believe what she sees. The four princesses don’t see her and start to twirl around the by themselves and speak to each other in Russian. They laugh and dance around some more. Their jewelry and elegant dresses shine in the night. And then, Alexei(their youngest brother) comes into the room and runs over to the dancing girls and speaks to them. They laugh and grab each other’s hands. They spin around in a big circle, just speaking to each other and laughing. The writer stands and tries to walk over to them. The lights turn on by themselves and the elegance truly shines.
“I love this room. But we must head to bed. Last one there in a rotten egg.” Olga laughs and says in English. The five children run together to the doors and squeal happily. The writer blinks and it’s dark again. The ballroom are closed now. And for the rest of her life, she didn’t know why she saw a glimpse of the five royal children who tragically died in the revolution. All the writer knows...it helped her tell the story.
OMG 🥺😭
If you know Anastasia's history probably while listening the song you'll feel sad and melancholic like if you were her
I swear Anastasia is so underrated, it blows my mind how some people dont know about her/ the movie
i really feel the part where the Czar kisses her forehead at the end of this song is a particularly powerful, beautiful, and heartbreaking moment.
Sounds like you're in a big empty ballroom at night. The moonlight shining through the large windows. The marble ground is very shiny, and this song seems to play
Hire her already Disney.
Agree
They gotta buy them copy rights first though lol
Nokomomo 22 they don't even own Anastasia tho
Nah, forget Disney. Anastasia is her own princess
IKR.
‘Yekaterinburg was so stuffy,’ she thought as she stood, her brother holding onto her arm. ‘Poor him, if only the sickness got better.’ The family had been assembled for a mere picture in the middle of the night. A terrible time, she noted.
And she let her thoughts drift away from the blank white of the cellar to what it was like back in Saint Petersburg.
She loved it there, completely letting herself fall into the dream. All the fine dresses and the parties were nice, and the people were nice... not like the people now. She looked further, wondering what it would be like to bring home here, if she could. Maybe she could decorate this stuffy cellar, with two of her sisters clogged up against her to fit the camera when it came. She let go of her brother’s hand, though the boy trembled as he was picked up by his mother into the chair.
‘Imagine a painting there,’ she thought, her eyes staring where a soldier was posted. ‘Maybe a lovely carpet. Maybe I’ll make this my little room.’ She chuckled a little at this as the others talked, wondering more about home.
‘Maybe he could be healed,’ she looked at her brother in the chair, ‘maybe if... oh well.’ The palace was so giant, so distant, if you will. Yekaterinburg was stuffy, yes, but she was much closer to her family now. But, she just couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe they could all live in some other place in Siberia. Maybe even Paris, where they’d all just be together and nothing else, not even carpets or painting. She always wanted to go to Paris.
She quickly forgot it all, putting the question at the back of his mind, dryly imagining things of the past. In six months, it’d be Christmas, and the land would be decked out in January snow. Maybe December snow, if it wasn’t too wet.
‘When would the cameraman come,’ she asked herself, a sentiment shared by everyone in the room. ‘I’d very much like if he would come faster.’
Someone, a pianist, once told her that he could never be in the same room if he did not get tired of playing it. ‘Think of music,’ she thought. ‘Would it be the same for her?’
Perhaps, if given the chance, she’d play an instrument if given the chance. Maybe even listen to a gramophone. Who knows?
...She didn’t like that they were taking long. Something ethereal- no, something else about it. It just made her skin crawl. A photograph in the middle of the night. Something was off.
And as she put her hands on the shoulders of her sisters, all of them now practicing the goofiest smile to pretend to put in the picture, she kept thinking again.
Anastasia kept thinking.
Perhaps it was to make the time go faster in her mind.
Maybe to simply stall time.
HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD
This gave me chills, what a masterpiece
Such a sad song :( When I found out what the song and movie were about (and researching about the real life person), I felt so sad. This is the perfect song of longing for what once was, and can never be again.
What is the movie and song about? Point me in the right direction
@@SirMrShanks the movie is called anastasia - named after the daughter of the tsar of russia.
The royal family was captured in the uprising of the Bolsheviks and executed.
There is a myth that Anastasia survived. Which is what the movie is about.
(please feel free to correct me, if im wrong)
except that the real Romanovs were assholes, but yeah. I do love the movie adaptation.
It was doubt abt Anastasia that she survived but she didn't... Unfortunately she died with her family :'(
@@mads._.maddie1726 The "Romanovs" were not assholes. When will you people stop putting the idiocy and incompetence of a man on his wife AND kids?
This is a Russian song. And I am from Russia. It's a very mysteries song of the ghost of her past.
Koni Prior what do you Russians thinks on the history of the last Romanovs and their assassination nowadays?
Thank you for your culture 😊 When I think of the cozy warm glow of a lantern in a small cabin covered and surrounded in thick snow, I think if Russia. When I think of the hauntingly beautiful ballrooms I think of Russia. And music boxes and architecture! 😁
Not to mention your beautiful accents.
But I wish that I wasn’t so scared of Russia, of Putin 😞 I hope to God that a new arms race isn’t starting. Why do Trump and Putin have to be such scary and horrible people?! I’m from England if you wanted to know. 😕
@@ladyfoxwf1075 You shouldn't be scared of Russia. Russia is actually a really beautiful country. I visited it many times and I was really fascinated. I even visited the Petergov Palace were Anastasia and her family sometimes lived and it is so beautiful. Maybe you don't agree with Putin or their politics but you shouldn't be scared of them and visit it😊😉
niax 00 I disagree. Russian can be scary if you aren’t the right race, any country asides from some parts of Canada and America are unsafe and scary to the African American race people just choose to ignore it because they aren’t African American.
Jhonatas Elyel the Romanovs are canonized saints in our church (the Russian Orthodox Church) and widely recognized as saints by many Orthodox churches. I honor them as such. I like the Romanovs. As for the assassination, I hate Communism, I despise the Bolsheviks, and Lenin will burn in Hell. The murder of the Romanovs was extremely brutal. I won’t go into detail, you can read into it if you want. It makes me angry and it makes me sad. I think the last Tsar was greatly misunderstood to be some kind of idiot or evil person by some people. At least, that’s what I was taught here in American public schooling. I believe that to be false. I have many thoughts on the taking advantage of Anastasia and the false hope of her surviving the cruelty inflicted on her family, none of them positive towards whatever film you want about her being alive after the fact of the assassination. I know that some fellow Russians agree with me bc we’ve had this conversation. We were outraged by the monetization of Anastasia. That’s how some of us feel
This place was all she knew, she felt no love more than she ever felt in this dusty room. She closed her eyes, striking a match to create an animation behind her eyelids. The ghost of a mother and son filled her visions, they were dancing, moving as one, nothing in the world but the two. Child had eyes only for mother, but, Mother had eyes only for sorrow. Mother's body painted with the grief of knowledge. The match began to burn her fingers, she dropped it to the floor and blindly struck another, wanting more of the sorrowed duo.
The light lit another chapter of their story, the mother on her knees beside her sick son, whom rest his head on mother's lap. Mother began to hum a familiar song, painting smiles on boy's eyes, and boy's grey lips. Beside mother, a dark shadow began to grow. For she had made son all too comfortable to leave her. Mother stopped humming, gripping the boys hand harshly. Boy opened his eyes and met her unsavoury glare. "I have given all I have... I did long to love you more mother".
The match's heat nipped at her fingers again. Once more she striked another to the sorriest of sights, mother with babe in her arms, alone. Death's shadow gone as not even he wished to be beside grieving mother. Mother turned to her, "if you had stopped at one, child would still be dancing with mother, and you, you would not have burnt fingers".
With that she dropped the match, killing it. She opened her eyes and stared at the spot where mother and child were once animated. Closing her eyes again she began to hum the sweet tune...
Now she dances with mother and babe, once upon a December.
I like it. Thank you for this!
wow, what is that from??
KiwiGirlG6 the little match girl
Reminds me of several of Edgar Allan Poe's works
the raven is the only one i know
4:00 turn the volume all the way up and just listen to that eerie sound, that almost sounds like an old dusty, most beautiful, grand piano, standing in the great hall of an abandoned royal castle, being played by the lone survivor of the heir.
"Emill..."
His name was a only a breath from her lips.
He smiled his coy smile at her as he caught her up in his arms, and pulled her into the dance. He spun her and twirled her around the room as if she weighed nothing.
She could feel him. One hand at her waist, the other holding hers. He felt so real.
"This is a dream, isn't it?" She whispered.
Emill brushed his nose against her's, "Yes, my love,"
She reveled in the feeling of his breath feathering across her face, even as the sadness pooled in the pit of her stomach.
"But, it's a dream of what's to come,"
He cupped her face delicately as the dance began it's descent, "We'll be together again, Illithia. Very soon,"
Her eyes drifted shut as his lips moved to hers, and as she felt the slightest whisper of their touch, she awoke...
Birdie Kawaii holy shit thats sad
A ghostly melody dances softly through the midnight air. Following the song leads you to the source: an old burnt down mansion. Inside there are holes in the walls and parts of the roof caved in, allowing moonlight to trickle in to the room and center on one spot, as if a spotlight were shining upon a stage.
A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, catching the moonlight as it flows in, adding a mystical gleam to the hazy atmosphere. From where you stand, you see a couple centered in this beam, as the tune begins to take up a waltz-like tone. They dance, but no dust or ash is disturbed on the floor beneath them.
The song becomes clearer and louder as you see the ghost of blue flames eating the house; collapsing the ceiling and tearing the walls apart from the inside. But the couple keeps dancing. They dance among the rubble and ash, over the skeletons and fallen floorboards, and around the broken and burnt beams, not missing a single beat.
Her dress sways with the wind. His hands guide her into a twirl, stirring the slightest bit of dust from the floor. Their undying love persisted with their souls, even in death. Unable to move on, they danced, stuck in the waltz of what once was, the ghost of a memory turned to dust, along with the house.
Thinking back, you remember the tune yourself:
_Dancing bears, Painted wings,_
_Things I almost remember_
_And a song someone sings_
_Once upon a December_
_Someone holds me safe and warm_
_Horses prance through a silver storm_
_Figures dancing gracefully_
_Across my memory_
So familiar, and so unknown at the same time. Then it all comes back to you- the fire, your parents, your family- hardly anyone made it out that night. You watched as the flames climbed higher, remembering sitting outside in the snow, only able to watch your home be destroyed with your parents trapped inside.
As the tune begins to fade, they slow, and eventually stop. The fire dies down to nothing more than embers barely breathing. The couple breaks apart while still holding hands. They look at you and smile, beginning to fade themselves. With the same blue fire that engulfed the house, it too engulfed them. They kept smiling as the embers floated towards you and out the door behind you. As they pass, you feel a sense of calm, like a warm and protective embrace.
The embers continue upwards towards the heavens as the wind sweeps them away with the clouds. You then are alone again, but you feel happy. You realized that it indeed had been their love that kept their spirits here, but that wasn't why they couldn't move on.
Now knowing that their only child was safe, they could finally pass on peacefully and rest easy.
thank you for reading! this is a small spin-off of the anastasia story that puts you in her perspective based off this song (you don't have to imagine it as a girl if you don't want to though). Hope you enjoyed!
This song was my childhood and I would always play this song in December and dance around the cold lavishing colorful room of mines. I would sing in gibberish due to the lack of knowledge of knowing the lyrics but I felt wanted and protected swaying with the voice of the lost princess singing. Right now it feels like i am going back in time, reliving those precious small moments. Times where I was care-free and joyful. It feels like a blessing and a curse, overall just nostalgic.
Thank you for making this more powerful than it has ever been before 💜
maiguk 💗
You are still wanted and protected, it wasn't just a feeling ^_^
💖💖
This makes me imagine I am entering an abandoned caste full of old memories.The moment I walk in, I can feel all the emotions that has been felt around here, the strengt,the sadness,the tears,the happiness,the joy.Every single person that has entered this castle felt something strong,something unpredictable,something that can’t be described,something that’s so unusual. After all a legend is haunting that castle. A mysterious legend
Have you seen Anastasia ? Because that's literally a scene from it ,if not wow you are good at guessing things !
This is a quote from an old diary of mine. I think it somewhat describes the despair this song seems to be in. "It seemed as though the past was woven into the pages, as the paper was light but the ink and words weighed down a canvas that was once blank." It makes absolutely no sense, but it sounds fancy.
I swear your Ethereal Remixes will be the next new big thing.
fingers crossed
The feeling of a happy dream slipping away. Melancholy without remembrance.
This song makes me feel like I've lived before. There's a sense of familiarity. Like... the music brings up memories that don't belong to this life, but they still feel like they're mine🤷♀️
Long ago, in the cold of December, stood an old forgotten castle. A kingdom with no name, a throne with no claim, the only thing left but a castle. Once strong stone walls are now fallen, overgrown with dead weeds and frozen with snow. A forgotten, desolate place. Though should one go inside one might be greeted by those who remember it. In the cold of night, a crumbling ballroom stands. Mysterious music will start to play, music not of our time. The air swirls as figures begin to appear. One by one, memories in the shape of those who made begin to dance. The falling snow begins to stir as if knowing of the ghostly figures and sway to the melody. With only the moon as their light these ghost dance in graceful strolls. What happened to this kingdom? What happened to the heir? Why the saddened denizens? Why the meloncholy tune? All one knows is if that they get to see such rare a moment, best not to ask why. But to just bask in the beauty of a song in December.
This...brought....me.....to....another.....world
Is it exhausting?
“This place... It’s...It’s like a memory from a dream...”
I've heard this piano composition for the song in Anastasia before, and I absolutely love the ethereal effect that was added. It gives the song more of an unsettling, melancholy, haunting feeling rather than nostalgic, innocent, and longing like in the movie. I think it somewhat better reflects the actual tragic history around the Romanov family.
It’s weirdly unsettling but so comforting at the same time. Like walking through your old house you haven’t been in for years, unkept and it looks slightly different but it was still your home
Oh this is prime Haunted Mansion aesthetic and I am HERE FOR IT.
My ex-girlfriend and I used to listen this song while we were cuddling on bed, like Earth just stopped spinning for a moment, time slowed down and only our breaths existed, two confused souls reaching each other, under the tune of a far away song that whispers me how happy once I was...
_It's like when you get into a haunted house, but it has a beautiful and sad story behind._ 🥀
The very first second made me gasp. I hold this song so close to my heart, I instantly knew this alteration would be perfect for it.
Snowflakes fall shining like diamonds
As they twirl around in circles
Smiles on both their faces
Savoring this precious moment
Hand in hand matching each other’s movements
Praying that no one interrupts this moment
The cold is not a bother
Statues watching this twilight scene
Ever so serene
Icicles hanging from frozen trees
Dancing twirling spinning
Not a sound above a whisper
Neither of them shiver
wow this is incredible, where can I find more of your poetry
Space Rajiv I have a poetry page on Instagram ryanwritespoetry87
as you walk into the old imperial palace, you hear a rustling of cloth, the echo of a child's laugh, then as you enter the grand ballroom, you hear a piano playing. as you come up to it you start to see time melt away, as ghostly dancers once again take the floor, enchanting in their ethereal grace, a poignant sense of longing hits you. as if you once knew them. then as the song fades, the old grounds keeper shouts for your attention, shattering the stillness, and all you see is the remains of a bygone era. and the ghost of a memory
Beautiful ... My name is Anastasia, I’m from Russia, and I was given this film as a present for my birthday when I was a child. It was kind of magic. I still love this movie, I know it up and down. And it’s songs and music are in my heart forever
Dancing bears, painted wings,
things I almost remember.
And a song someone sings
once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
across my memory.
Far away, long ago,
glowing dim as an ember.
Things my heart used to know.
Things it yearns to remember.
And a song someone sings
once upon a December.
I have insomnia and usually can't sleep but listening to these remixes has helped me fall asleep faster.
thats encouraging to hear
I could never fall alseep to this, it makes me think and fantasize too much
This sounds like a girl walking through a corridor of memories in her mind. I’m imagining like a hallway that is like 20 feet tall, like royalty or something, and there are pictures of the past plastered on the walls. Each picture is a memory as the girl reminisces the past. As she nears the end of the corridor the memories get sadder and sadder. Anyway, that’s how I visualized this song its so gorgeous my lord.
But this is also giving me another visual image of her hugging the arms of a warm and most comforting feelings of all... Life. But she doesn't know that she's gone.
This remix is extremely powerful but in a way is as well unsettling when knowing the true story behind the girl, Anastasia. Thank you for creating a masterpiece.
Who’s listening to this in December 2019?
Stephanie Joseph it’s crazy!
Woah I just noticed you right xD
Jay Kay me
Stephanie Joseph I’m not ready😖
meee
This is what you'd hear while looking at the stars from between the trees, in the Forest where she was murdered...
Like even though she went away but her love for that memory ("soon you'll be, home with me, once upon a December") kept it alive, flowing with the wind like a hidden song..
meet him at the docks, he said...
it’s where we’ll be together FOREVER, he said...
well,
i didn’t quite imagine us being together, when it was just i, at the bottom of the ocean, while you stood on the docks as dry as bones, glaring down at me with a smirk.
Oh wow this is chilling!!
A lone piano sits in a once bustling ballroom. Each key you press brings life back to it. Soon, you start to play a song you distantly remember, each key bringing back memories of what happened. Tears begin to fill your eyes as you keep going, getting flashes of what once was while the spirits start dancing around as you play. One of them is next to you, singing the lyrics of the song, looking at you with a gentle smile you once knew.
Anastasia is such a beautiful but mysterious movie, i remember watching this movie religiously I’ve always loved it. Anyone else agree?
This gives me serious Haunting of Hill House vibes, especially when Nell is dancing with her husband in the mansion. Gorgeous. Anastasia was one of my favorite movies as a kid.
PLEASE do the piano duet from the Corpse Bride!
Omg yes
YES
Delicate echoes of the past, their music warped to a slow haunting melody to the ears of the living.
They dance together, nothing but contempt smiles and serene faces, as if the room they’re in isn’t long past abandoned and crumbled around their transparent ball gowns.
But sometimes, if you silently watch them on a moonlit night, a woman may smile sadly at you. A man may offer his hand for a dance, only to watch you pass right through his form with a gentlemanly nod. A child, you watch him sadly, may give you the brightest toothy grin.
You hated these nights the most, because they usually danced all alone in the old ballroom with a serine blissfulness. Now, with moon light shining in from old broken windows, they recognize the changed world around them with sad smiles. They recognize that they are floating memories of the past. They look at you with a level of understanding that only death can bring.
And one day, when you become nothing but a fleeting memory on a moonlit night, a ghost of the past with a blissful smile of your own, you hope to finally join them in their dance.
How beautiful...When hearing this I envision a young noble woman who was forced into attending a ball with guests which consisted of many people of veneer. Hoping to escape all the falsities of the others, she then wanders off into a labyrinth of roses after hearing a hauntingly beautiful melody emitting from within. It was captivating...bewitching...the noble woman mindlessly strode to her destination, a destination which even she herself wasn't sure of.
Where was it? What did it hold? Who was playing such a chillingly wondrous tune? Those were the thoughts which circled through her head as she began to unconsciously run to the source of the music, unaware of how the roses as red as blood which decorated the walls of the labyrinth slowly turned a pale shade of ice blue. Click Clack, Click Clack, the sound of her heels resonated throughout the night as she sprinted as fast as her petite figure could, with desperation radiating from her very being. The graceful and elegant noble from the house of Enclaive was now reduced to a frantic and reckless mess of a personage, and it was all due to the insatiable curiosity of her's regarding a few music notes.
There! The woman abruptly halted in the center of the rose network, believing she had reached the source of the melody she was so enraptured by, yet as she stood there panting and gazing upon an empty and barren space, she could no longer hear any music. The Enclaive noble was confused and dissatisfied, she was so sure that...
*Ding Dong*
"Ah...it's midnight already. I should head back..."
Turning on the foot of her heel, the young woman glanced back for but a moment, before making her way back the way she came...
How odd, the melody now seemed to be the least of her priorities...as if it never existed in the first place.
This crystal clear description fed my imaginations well. You are one meticulous writer
@@wlumsche7936 Thank you very much!
This reminds me of spirited away. The turning back is always the worst part. Lovely work
Dancing bears... painted wings... ❤
Things i almost remember
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a december.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
this sounds like an old friend giving you a hug. It smells faintly like smoke, whisky, and dust. I've never watched this movie before but I may have to check it out. I can imagine a bunch of ghosts dancing in a room with their party attire on... or maybe I'm just tired 😅😅
Tori, it’s a pretty spectacular scene
In my mind I picture a girl who’s like visiting some really old castle or ballroom or something like that and a friend of hers sits to play the piano and all of a sudden she keeps getting these flashes of a different reality where she’s dancing with some stranger she seems to know. And like every time the music fades is when she’s with him and when it gets louder it shows her with her friend and she doesn’t know that she actually lived in that castle in a previous life.
POV: As you twirl around the ball room with your love in pure happiness and joy you start to hear a familiar tune as you leave to follow it, you wake up in a cold sweat in your bedroom but the tune is still playing and your love is still dead
so beautiful 😭could you do tchaikovsky's romance in f minor? an ethereal version of that piece would be so eerie and beautiful...
The memory of places, feeling the shadowy impressions of all the people who have stood in the exact place we now stand.
Their experiences leaving only vaguely discernible echos that we strain to hear.
I can heavily relate to this song.
The song expresses a deep and inexplicable sadness. Happiness and joy, long forgotten and lost. As if it was just a dream.
An acceptance of what was lost, and what once was loved.
Beautiful
Bliss
and indeed
*Haunting.*
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this score makes people feel such a real and relatable melancholy and grief, it just goes to show how powerful and universal music is. there are no lyrics but it still tells a story the same way one would tell you a tale.
I once had an idea for an Anastasia story where a girl thinks she’s the lost princess of Russia, but in reality she’s just a look alike. The reason she so intensely believes she’s the princess, though, is because she’s being haunted and driven mad by the ghost of the real Anastasia.
This was absolutely hauntingly gorgeous
I love how everyone's writing these crazy short stories based on this song. I've read some of them, and they were insanely awesome.
I know this song is from Anatasia but imagining, a girl went to an old castle to find a ghost there. Tho they never met but somehow that ghost and the castle seems familiar to her. They're dancing all night to the song and when the song finish there comes the sun and the ghost disappeared. Before he vanished under the daylight, he smiled as if he had the chance to see the love of his life once again after thousands of years waiting in loneliness and darkness. Just to dance with her one last time
This is the soundtrack for the Anastasia re-make we dso desperately NEED.
I imagine a young couple, maybe in their late teens or early twenties in an old hospital. It's the winter of 1918, the guy is extremely sick with consumption, and it's just been getting worse. It's a miracle the girl didn't get sick. Despite being sick, the guy is still very handsome, even though he looks very drained, and the girl tells him that as he's dying. The room is nearly empty, aside from a few other patients. She's wearing a surgical mask so that she doesn't get sick, nor does she get anyone else sick, and he requests to see her face one last time. She removes the mask, and he's careful about not coughing all over her. He starts to list all the dead relatives that are watching them, and she knows it's his end. The girl leans down, with teary eyes to kiss him on the cheek one last time. He reaches up to touch her now tear stained face as he fades out of consciousness and slips away. She leans down to hold him one more time, before a nurse comes to console her.
She is not become a ghost that dancing in an old abandoned castle hall nor roaming unnoticed weeping for someone to answer her call.
She is the beautiful maiden
of a blessed flowering garden, waltzing unafraid in the vast green of Eden.
☺️
As soon as she entered in that strange abandoned castle, a sound started to play... her eyes begun to close slowly, due to that magical yet soft tune whispering in her ears.... her feet started to move as she begun to dance all over the hall with those big beautiful eyes of hers still closed..... containing a bundle of dreams in them....
Suddenly she came across something which made her stop..... it was a dressing table, which’s mirror catched her attention and a sad yet painful smile came on her soft plumply lips.....
No reflection.................
Am I the only one crying?
Nope. I can barely see right now, I'm crying so hard.
No...I can't stop crying
No and I'm trying to hide my tears from my brothers
Nope....i'm with you....
Я тоже плачу.... :' (
i seriously get goosebumps whenever i get a notification that you posted a new video - before i even listen to your music. i can't even remotely explain how enchanting and incredibly ravishing it is to me.
I got inspired to write this by this song!
We'll call it ' Dear Delightful Darling'
Dear Delightful Daring
Heaven empty ,stars without,
Your essence sparks,
Glitters my lonely heart,
We both seek for somber solitudes,
In Crimson dark desolate aisle,
I give you, the peice of comfort,
Shining on your blood red lips,
Coziness welcomes you with your long awaiting seek for your loneliness,
Oh! Dear delightdulful darling!
We both know our story is dark,
But dear, when did we forget that dark was our delight.
We are the dorms of time,
Enternal heart and your beautiful mind, Dear Delightful darling,
Dear Delightful darling .
Beautifully done !!
I wish I knew how to save your words on my phone!
Once upon a tragic day
I met a man,
Beautiful and brave.
Yet he was sad, and in pain.
It was love at first sight for me.
And he said, he felt the same.
I asked:
May I see you again, my dear?
But he pulled away and shed a tear.
He explained:
He was a fallen angel
Destined to hell.
He could only bring me pain.
We danced and kissed,
But after that night,
I never saw him again.
This happened on a calm night,
Once upon a December.
All of your music makes me want to create, like, as in writing. I haven’t written anything for months, mostly due to lack of motivation. I actually want to cry this is so wonderful.
Just reading this now and I can totally relate
i can’t believe it’s been two years since i found this channel holy shit
This would be extra good in 8D audio
As the girl walks along the old mansion, she can hear the echoes of the past, long gone now. Dancing to old melodies with who she once called her love. Now, she is doomed to relive her memories over again as her spirit wanders the once great halls.
Once Upon a December, the dance she so enjoyed, had to be abruptly stopped.. and along with it, her life.
a live action version of Anastasia but w/ the same vibes as Crimson Peak would be amazing
this is so hypnotic and so expressive at the same time with no need for lyrics
For some reason this just reminds me of Christmas; walking through a little village or neighborhood lit up with soft, warm lights. Falling asleep on the couch after curling up to watch a movie, and when you awake, the only lights on are the ones wrapped around the Christmas tree. Clutching a warm drink between your frozen hands as snow falls around you.
Such a beautiful, nostalgic piece.
This almost seems like something wintery and cold, that you fine in a abandoned building.
Anastasia’s musical score will always bring such happiness.
the Visual really matches with the more ghostly tone. I also think it works as a middle ground between the actual story of Anesthesia and the Disney version. a more hopeful retelling were she didn't meet a tragic fate but with the ugly truth forever looming over it unable to escape, yet they dance anyway.
Somewhere between wakefulness and dreams, he found himself there. He didnt know where it was or why he was there, but he felt an ancient, powerful connection to it. He had seen it so many times he knew the halls like the back of his hand, his ability to see well in the dark notwithstanding. Ambrose followed the halls and stairs to the sound of faint piano music. Maybe now he would find the source. Maybe now he would find out who or what had been haunting his dreams. If it was a succubus...well, he would be far from a happy camper.
The room was almost always locked, but not tonight. The door was slightly opened, as if someone had been waiting for him. There was a warmth radiating from the room, drawing him in as a light did a moth. The music was still playing, a little louder this time. Ambrose walked through the door, his heart thundering in his chest. What lied behind the unusual gold and red door? What would he find?
He closed his eyes as a bright light surrounded him. Warm, burning, but comforting all the same. Fire and heat never bothered him. Not ever and certainly not now. But he had always had sensitive eyes. It seemed to shine for hours but really was only a few minutes, time was distorted here. All the while that music still played on and on. When finally he could open his eyes, it was almost like the room had expanded. The music didnt stop, but ambrose didnt see a piano or any instruments. In the center of the room was a tall young woman with wavy red hair, hair like his. Her eyes were closed and she had the most serene look on her face. He didnt want to be rude but...
"You're home" she stopped and looked at him.
"Home?" Ambrose hadnt had a home in years.
"Yes" she said, her voice soft and warm, "home" she offered her hands for a dance.
He was far from a dancer, but gladly took them. It was then that everything seemed to click. He knew what to do, and the music was like a spell that kept him under. He didnt know how long they danced, but he never tired, not once. When finally the song was dying down, she let go of his hands.
"Its time...we must part here" she looked in his eyes, hers like blue fire.
"Why? I dont even know who you are".
She smiled sadly and moved away, turning to leave. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"I am who you once were...and someday, you will be waiting here for yourself to come home".
Ambrose opened his eyes, once again back in the world of reality, on the cold park bench where he slept. He couldnt remember his dream, but that song...that one song, whether in his head or otherwise, he would never, ever forget...
I got a flashback while listening to this. My grandma died shortly after me and my sister were singing this to her one night. Chills
Ngl this was one of my favorite movies as a kid and this melody is like on permanent loop in my subconscious.
My dog just passed and this song has always been important to me..it was the first in my rec and im 100% breaking down right now...thank you
Kimmy The Coffee Cat! Sincerest, deepest condolences
@@TheBrandiElizabeth thank you. Moving on has been so hard.