There's something so beautiful about this. It gives me "We've won, but at what cost?", vibes. I can imagine the hero of the battle dying on the battlefield but in return the lives of so many have been spared. The thumbnail deserves praise as well. Gorgeous wallpaper and fits the video very well.
To have to do so much, for so little. Just for one to be allowed to be onself. And still have the whole world to be ignorant of what it it means. Hence am I a fleshed out ghost in a material world.. An alien that does not belong. And must find his own solace in a world that did not give fair warning...
@@dennisjonker4804 Nobody can tell you what you are here to tell the world. God is a furnace of mystery, and all creation is burning with questions. We cringe before the moment, and crow before eternity. The saints always talk about the saints, and say, “They are no different from us, really.” To be precise, Lord, I do not believe in the peacefulness of your kingdom, but in the kingdom of your peace. God is known by His absence: Don’t we all feel this presence? Never let truth get in the way of the greatest story ever told: Religion is the epitome of poetic license. The entire search for wisdom is, in fact, an excavation of the psyche; a process of expression. When an idea no longer belongs to me, I write it down. Pride covets Virtue; Vanity covets her appearance. The moral sense is strong in some, weak in others, yet, even in this, the strong still persecute the weak. Good men find their greatest pleasure in being virtuous, while the rest of us find great pleasure a virtue. We are haunted by the ghosts of idle hours passed - and guided by the spirits of hours well spent. Hatred of evil is the craftiest and least well-known of vices, so easily is it mistaken for love of good. It is superfluous to judge a man if he is guilty in his own eyes, and ridiculous if he is not. Crime may make a criminal, but only conscience can make him guilty. We tend to lose sympathy for a man to the extent that his suffering, having quite overwhelmed him, begins to affect ourselves. We generally reproach a man for the immodesty of his suffering when it is ourselves who cannot bear so much as the suggestion of it. We accessorize with the flesh of impoverished people; what would put meat on their bones puts rings on our fingers and ribbons in our hair. The job of the artist is to break your heart. If you cannot bring your imagination to life, you can still bring life to your imagination - and that is the finer thing. Dreamers must shape the world, or it will never be real. I give my Lord this moment, all else I leave to Him. The earth is a part of you, no less than the foot that walks upon it. In fact, you would last longer without the foot. Cynicism is the denial of hope by the fear of disappointment. Substance is the height of style; good form takes the form of the good. Courage is ripeness of will. Wise men carve the loneliest paths; fools are always finding each other. ~ VALUS
I really appreciate your channel and content . To me music is best when full of emotion and darkness, not evil , just darkness, the opposite of light . I always find my peace in the darkness! I really do love listening to your content , thank you !
Yes, I agree, I can just feel that happy side creating my clothes, so beautiful. There is something about the haunting sound of the cello and violin that sings to my soul.
It's been 4 days since my father and mother passed, and I was crowned queen. Today is the day of the funeral, but I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I'm not ready to rule a kingdom. I'm not ready to lead a nation. I have something only the people I'm closest to know about, that that is my power. I've kept it hidden all my life, but it's been growing stronger. I'll often look in the mirror and practice summoning an electric blue aura around me, which always startles my maid who comes in to tend to my needs. Right now I'm in my black gown, but I'm not in the castle. No, instead I'm walking through the misty forest, alone, wondering if I will ever be able to lead my kingdom as well as my father. I'm so lost in my thoughts, that a voice from behind startles me. "My Dear. Are you alright?" I whirl around with a surprised gasp, but relax as I see it's my fiancé, Aiden. I put a hand where my heart is and sigh. "You startled me. Yes, I'm alright. I just-need a bit of time to myself." My hands burrow in my dress to hide their shaking, and I just pray the aura that was there a few minutes ago doesn't reappear while he is here. "Alright. I'll wait for you back in the dining hall." Aiden walks away, and I sight, the rest of the tension in my muscles releasing. He doesn't know, and he doesn't seem to have been following me long enough to have seen the aura I had summoned just a few minutes ago. He doesn't know about the powers I have. Once he's gone, I lift my hand and focus, and a ball of ice looking mist appears hovering above it. I throw it towards a tree with a grunt and as it hits the tree, it turns into ice. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell him, how he'll treat me after I do. I sigh. Right now though, I just need to focus, and get this funeral over with.
Perched atop the shattered spire, she loomed over a sea of broken bodies, the stench of death mingling with the cold bite of the night wind. Her eyes traced the jagged lines of the battlefield, where hope and desolation had bled into the earth alike. Was this victory? She felt nothing-no triumph, no relief-only the echo of dying screams trapped in her mind, a discordant symphony of futility. One life. The thought clawed at her. One life could kindle this inferno, unravel the very seams of an empire already on its knees. But as the void within her yawned wider, she realized: the cost was meaningless now. If one life was worth the stars, then his would be worth galaxies. She wouldn’t set the world on fire; she’d set the whole universe ablaze. Let the ashes bear witness. Let them know despair.
Vamos so observa cada um Dos Seus Próprios Canal com outras pessoas Pesquisando Al mesmo tempo Interpretando Al mesmo Alto Deste vídeo com sua própria Mãos Tocando Entre Os MESMOS Violão Celho sentado No MESMOS Lugar Levando-se Al mesmo Tempo Pra Representar Um Dos Primeiros Concertos Representando Hoje há Todos tempos Cada Canais Deles São Pra Transmitir Para Todos Ós Lugares Diferentes Levando Suas Próprias Felicidades Colocando Neste Canal trazendo Uma postagem com uma Irmagi Abriu Suã Própria Vindas São Luiz Acesso Subido para aquela mesma Maos que criou Ester vídeo com uma Sombra nada Não Tropeçar Quando Vocês Criou Algo assim Pra quem quiser Interpretar Com muito Respeitando Al mesmo Alto Deste vídeo
This is what I was wondering. I think it's AI. It says produced by Idylla Soundscapes but run a search on that name and nothing seems to exist except for this channel giving credit to that name.
Well, 6 minutes in and really relaxing.....then a very loud car ad, followed by Obama telling me about his friend kamalope..... this is not the channel for night time relaxation!! Ads will make sure of that!
So, to objective art, of this, musical art of the sadness, of descending minor third tones, and then coupled with our single female picture, of a young woman. Dark clothes, Dark hair, and Dark eyes, her life is a storm of dark shadows, with dark tendrils of evil menace swirling in fateful torrents all around her. Head down, eyes, down, arm back, as if she was being held back, by something, maybe from the past, now she seems held in position, caught in violent storm of emotional darkness, she cannot escape. The clearlines of her face, the huge bubble of intelligence and abilities above her determined to live, expeession, and the chin sharply pointed downward as with teeth clenched tight, as expressions of pain, sadness and solitary desperastion. Her hair flying back behind her, in the swirling winds of fate.
There's something so beautiful about this. It gives me "We've won, but at what cost?", vibes. I can imagine the hero of the battle dying on the battlefield but in return the lives of so many have been spared. The thumbnail deserves praise as well. Gorgeous wallpaper and fits the video very well.
❤
To have to do so much, for so little. Just for one to be allowed to be onself. And still have the whole world to be ignorant of what it it means. Hence am I a fleshed out ghost in a material world.. An alien that does not belong. And must find his own solace in a world that did not give fair warning...
This also gives a bit of the Chick from twilight on full vamp mode.
@@dennisjonker4804
Nobody can tell you what you are here to tell the world.
God is a furnace of mystery, and all creation is burning with questions.
We cringe before the moment, and crow before eternity.
The saints always talk about the saints,
and say, “They are no different from us, really.”
To be precise, Lord, I do not believe
in the peacefulness of your kingdom,
but in the kingdom of your peace.
God is known by His absence:
Don’t we all feel this presence?
Never let truth get in the way of the greatest story ever told:
Religion is the epitome of poetic license.
The entire search for wisdom is,
in fact, an excavation of the psyche;
a process of expression.
When an idea no longer belongs to me, I write it down.
Pride covets Virtue;
Vanity covets her appearance.
The moral sense is strong in some, weak in others,
yet, even in this, the strong still persecute the weak.
Good men find their greatest pleasure in being virtuous,
while the rest of us find great pleasure a virtue.
We are haunted by the ghosts of idle hours passed
- and guided by the spirits of hours well spent.
Hatred of evil is the craftiest and least well-known of vices,
so easily is it mistaken for love of good.
It is superfluous to judge a man if he is guilty in his own eyes,
and ridiculous if he is not.
Crime may make a criminal,
but only conscience can make him guilty.
We tend to lose sympathy for a man to the extent that his suffering,
having quite overwhelmed him, begins to affect ourselves.
We generally reproach a man for the immodesty of his suffering
when it is ourselves who cannot bear so much as the suggestion of it.
We accessorize with the flesh of impoverished people;
what would put meat on their bones puts rings on our fingers
and ribbons in our hair.
The job of the artist is to break your heart.
If you cannot bring your imagination to life,
you can still bring life to your imagination -
and that is the finer thing.
Dreamers must shape the world, or it will never be real.
I give my Lord this moment, all else I leave to Him.
The earth is a part of you,
no less than the foot that walks upon it.
In fact, you would last longer without the foot.
Cynicism is the denial of hope by the fear of disappointment.
Substance is the height of style;
good form takes the form of the good.
Courage is ripeness of will.
Wise men carve the loneliest paths;
fools are always finding each other.
~ VALUS
Stunning. Reminds me a lot of the Game Of Thrones soundtrack, especially the Winterfell songs
This is something I didn't know I needed, but I totally did. Epic
I really appreciate your channel and content . To me music is best when full of emotion and darkness, not evil , just darkness, the opposite of light . I always find my peace in the darkness!
I really do love listening to your content , thank you !
Ever since the first time I heard the Brandenburg Concertos I've loved cellos! This is a worthy addition!
I love gothic dark music and your vids always reminded me of Wednesday, my No.1 fav show. Thanks a lot for uploading this!
Gorgeous. Thank you for this.
Feels like home.
Good poetry/writing music.
Yes, I agree, I can just feel that happy side creating my clothes, so beautiful. There is something about the haunting sound of the cello and violin that sings to my soul.
Exactly what brought me here.
Not something I would typically listen to, but wow, this works!
Most classic music has too many instruments at once, when u find which u like best it opens a whole new playlist
This is super calming.
i love this. perfect for reading my gothic stories
Super good.
It's absolutely inspiring! Thank you so much
Great job
I love the art particularly for this one, even if it's AI.
this is mesmerizing 💯
This is absolutely superb 😘
Hermione Granger if she went full Slytherin. Let's goooooooooo!!!!
Какая Гермиона??? Это вылитая Дженна Ортега в роли Уенсдей!!!
Or Death Eater
or Wednesday
Young Bellatrix!
Yeah, more like Wednesday. Also fits better with the cello music, since she played it in that awful Netflix series.
ooooh this is very nice. Had to leave a comment in the very first compass, wow
The ads annoy me so much. They ruin so many videos for me. But I can't pay for everything...
But beautiful music ❤
I resisted paying for a subscription for years. It's been worth it. After trying "Premium" for a month, I couldn't go back.
uBlock Origin addon my friend. It's your one friend while browsing TH-cam.
Essence good ✨️.
It's been 4 days since my father and mother passed, and I was crowned queen. Today is the day of the funeral, but I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I'm not ready to rule a kingdom. I'm not ready to lead a nation. I have something only the people I'm closest to know about, that that is my power. I've kept it hidden all my life, but it's been growing stronger. I'll often look in the mirror and practice summoning an electric blue aura around me, which always startles my maid who comes in to tend to my needs. Right now I'm in my black gown, but I'm not in the castle. No, instead I'm walking through the misty forest, alone, wondering if I will ever be able to lead my kingdom as well as my father. I'm so lost in my thoughts, that a voice from behind startles me.
"My Dear. Are you alright?" I whirl around with a surprised gasp, but relax as I see it's my fiancé, Aiden. I put a hand where my heart is and sigh.
"You startled me. Yes, I'm alright. I just-need a bit of time to myself." My hands burrow in my dress to hide their shaking, and I just pray the aura that was there a few minutes ago doesn't reappear while he is here.
"Alright. I'll wait for you back in the dining hall." Aiden walks away, and I sight, the rest of the tension in my muscles releasing. He doesn't know, and he doesn't seem to have been following me long enough to have seen the aura I had summoned just a few minutes ago. He doesn't know about the powers I have. Once he's gone, I lift my hand and focus, and a ball of ice looking mist appears hovering above it. I throw it towards a tree with a grunt and as it hits the tree, it turns into ice. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell him, how he'll treat me after I do. I sigh. Right now though, I just need to focus, and get this funeral over with.
This photo reminds me of Vin from Brandon Sanderson's "Mistborn" book series.
Kind of reminds me of Re'L from the anime Ergo Proxy, which happens to be modelled off Amy Lee from Evanescence.
Who's signature is bottom right of the picture? Should give the artist a shout out, great image.
It kind of looks like it may be AI.
It's AI. It's the theft of thousands of artists work, not the work of any one artist.
Do you have a Spotify playlist/account?
I just wish there weren't ads in the middle. This video is for "deep focus" after all... The sudden ads did not help with my focus whatsoever. 😅
Where can I get the picture? It's beautiful :)
Perched atop the shattered spire, she loomed over a sea of broken bodies, the stench of death mingling with the cold bite of the night wind. Her eyes traced the jagged lines of the battlefield, where hope and desolation had bled into the earth alike. Was this victory? She felt nothing-no triumph, no relief-only the echo of dying screams trapped in her mind, a discordant symphony of futility. One life. The thought clawed at her. One life could kindle this inferno, unravel the very seams of an empire already on its knees. But as the void within her yawned wider, she realized: the cost was meaningless now. If one life was worth the stars, then his would be worth galaxies. She wouldn’t set the world on fire; she’d set the whole universe ablaze. Let the ashes bear witness. Let them know despair.
Does it have copyright?
If you like this you will love Dark Arbitrium by Peter Gundry
Thank you for the suggestion!
SHalom shalom
filthy rat.
the music is great, but I would like the fact that the track loops for an hour to be indicated in the title.
🧐Emma😳
Vamos so observa cada um Dos Seus Próprios Canal com outras pessoas Pesquisando Al mesmo tempo Interpretando Al mesmo Alto Deste vídeo com sua própria Mãos Tocando Entre Os MESMOS Violão Celho sentado No MESMOS Lugar Levando-se Al mesmo Tempo Pra Representar Um Dos Primeiros Concertos Representando Hoje há Todos tempos Cada Canais Deles São Pra Transmitir Para Todos Ós Lugares Diferentes Levando Suas Próprias Felicidades Colocando Neste Canal trazendo Uma postagem com uma Irmagi Abriu Suã Própria Vindas São Luiz Acesso Subido para aquela mesma Maos que criou Ester vídeo com uma Sombra nada Não Tropeçar Quando Vocês Criou Algo assim Pra quem quiser Interpretar Com muito Respeitando Al mesmo Alto Deste vídeo
Beyond Hermione more like Wednesday if she focused her DARK Ambitions into a violin 🎻 🤌👌🤹🏻♂️🥷✨️🙏✨️💯🦋
Is this a person playing or AI?
Более вероятно, что нейронка, особенно с теми авторскими рамками Ютуба, в которые он загнал всех контентмейкеров…🤔
@ I’m sorry I only speak and read English. I do not know what you said 🙁
This is what I was wondering. I think it's AI. It says produced by Idylla Soundscapes but run a search on that name and nothing seems to exist except for this channel giving credit to that name.
You should work on a 432hz version. it will settle the aura.
Wednesday?
😐
Too many ads. Can't sleep to it.
😂
Swamped with YT ads. I will never buy anything from these providers.
Well, 6 minutes in and really relaxing.....then a very loud car ad, followed by Obama telling me about his friend kamalope..... this is not the channel for night time relaxation!! Ads will make sure of that!
ad blockers do wonders
Kamalope 😂😂😂
It's not the channel's fault. TH-cam does the ads, unless you pay to opt out or use an ad block :/
TH-cam premium if you don't want ads
The monthly fee I pay for Premium is amongst my best expenses, hands down.
So, to objective art, of this, musical art of the sadness, of descending minor third tones, and then coupled with our single female picture, of a young woman.
Dark clothes, Dark hair, and Dark eyes, her life is a storm of dark shadows, with dark tendrils of evil menace swirling in fateful torrents all around her.
Head down, eyes, down, arm back, as if she was being held back, by something, maybe from the past, now she seems held in position, caught in violent storm of emotional darkness, she cannot escape.
The clearlines of her face, the huge bubble of intelligence and abilities above her determined to live, expeession, and the chin sharply pointed downward as with teeth clenched tight, as expressions of pain, sadness and solitary desperastion.
Her hair flying back behind her, in the swirling winds of fate.
❤
Great description!