[LOSS or VIOLENCE - BACKSTORY] - You’ve made it to the cabin. After days of treacherous travel, hiding your tracks, and nursing wounds that would have felled a lesser man, you finally reached the place you’ve kept secret from everyone. This cabin, deep within the forest, far from prying eyes and betrayal, was your sanctuary long before you ever needed one. It was a gamble, a place to escape if the need arose. Now, that need has arisen. The air inside is cool and still, just as you left it. Dust clings to the beams, but the supplies are plentiful, the bed soft, and the water from the nearby stream pure. You ease yourself down onto the bed, the familiar creak of the wood beneath you somehow comforting. Here, you’re safe. Here, no one knows where you are. Days pass in a blur of sleep and silence. You tend to your wounds, wrapping them in bandages you’d stashed here long ago. You eat the food you stockpiled in case of just such an emergency, the cans lined up like soldiers on the shelves, each one a reminder of your careful planning. The aches in your body slowly subside, replaced by a numbness that seeps into your bones. Outside the cabin, the forest hums with life. The trees stand tall, indifferent to the chaos of the world beyond their borders. You watch them sway in the wind, their movements slow and deliberate, as if they have all the time in the world. The surveillance monitors you’ve rigged around the perimeter show nothing but the steady rhythm of nature. No signs of your pursuers. No sign that anyone even knows this place exists. As the days stretch into nights, you find yourself lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The decision looms over you like a storm cloud. Should you disappear entirely, shed your old identity like a snake sheds its skin, and start anew? Or should you return to face your enemies, to confront the betrayal that forced you into this hiding place? You’ve lived a life of action, of constantly moving forward, of striking before being struck. But here, in this secluded cabin, a different thought creeps into your mind. What if you let it go? What if you never went back? Would it be so bad to stay here, in this place of solitude, where the only company you have is your own thoughts and the whispers of the forest? Would it be a loss to never see another person again? The thought grows as you lie there, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. You think of the people you once trusted, the faces of those who betrayed you. You could return and exact your revenge, but what would it accomplish? Would it bring you peace? Or would it simply drag you back into the cycle of violence and mistrust? As you stare out the window at the endless expanse of trees, a sense of calm settles over you. This cabin, this place you built as a refuge, could be more than just a hiding spot. It could be your home. A place where the past doesn’t reach you, where the future doesn’t matter, and where the present is all that exists. Why bother with vengeance? Why not let it all go? The idea is as comforting as it is terrifying. To disappear, to leave behind the world and its betrayals, to start over in a place where no one can find you. You close your eyes, the decision no longer weighing you down but lifting you up, freeing you. Perhaps this is where you belong. Perhaps this is where you’ve always belonged. The world outside continues without you, but in this moment, lying on the bed in your cabin, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you don’t need it anymore.
Would love to have a whole set of books and be here and read read read and chill!!!!!!!! Amazing!!!!! I'd do a shift at an Abandoned or isolated Outpost somewhere for a few months, then take a month or so off here, just to relax!!! Chill out but free from outpost assignments!!! Another flat out perfect post!!! Thank you!!!!!
I can not begin to explain the emotions that are welling up inside me as I listen to this beautiful composition paired with a gorgeous landscape in the background. I also can not explain why I'm so moved by certain sounds or tones like what you've designed and composed in your video. I've always been this way and it's only a select group of people in the world who can relate to this. No chord changes mixed with mountainous swells and remarkable harmonic dissonance that pull me in by an unseen force. Please tell me how you are making such beautiful music and with what instruments or vst's (if any) are you using? I'm begging you. I would also love to write music like this, or at least try. I've searched for years to hear music this way to no avail. And then in an instance I find a handful of others who are doing the same type and style and I'm stunned. What a beautiful marriage and composition of both sound and sight you've shared with us today. Thank you.
My path had be forged already, by the one I chase. Were it not for the faint glow of the distant moon, I would be lost. Wind swept pines dancing against the blackness and coming of the witching hour. Holding my breath, every sound now amplified exponentially as I time my heartbeat in sync with the world around me. The blood was warm, but slowly trailing down into my eyes, instantaneously freezing, but quietly I guide it to pool elsewhere. I am truly at the mercy of the elements. The sinister figures within the clouds began moving once more and the light from the sliver of the moon began cascading down the embankment, but only to steal it away once more. But this time it did not matter. Remember, hold breath, wipe away blood, sync my heartbeat then place my eye into the glass. My Elcan, day/night hunter scope has seen horrific things, always remained faithful and has never disappointed me. It has always protected me and has seen the worst of man, but in the end I'm the one needing counseling... Fair trade. I see the silhouette changing form 300 yards away, trying to shift behind the trees, damn amateur. I feel no guilt for what's to come. Am I not justified? The families he's destroyed will never mend. The fathers and mothers he's taken from sons and daughters, aunts and uncles, husbands and wives and friends. And he did it all with no remorse. AM I NOT FUC$#@! JUSTIFIED? So now I will take back what you stole without remorse. With one last look I made my final tuning of wind, distance, elevation, wiped the blood from my eye once more, held my breath and in between heartbeats I pulled the trigger.
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[LOSS or VIOLENCE - BACKSTORY] -
You’ve made it to the cabin. After days of treacherous travel, hiding your tracks, and nursing wounds that would have felled a lesser man, you finally reached the place you’ve kept secret from everyone. This cabin, deep within the forest, far from prying eyes and betrayal, was your sanctuary long before you ever needed one. It was a gamble, a place to escape if the need arose. Now, that need has arisen.
The air inside is cool and still, just as you left it. Dust clings to the beams, but the supplies are plentiful, the bed soft, and the water from the nearby stream pure. You ease yourself down onto the bed, the familiar creak of the wood beneath you somehow comforting. Here, you’re safe. Here, no one knows where you are.
Days pass in a blur of sleep and silence. You tend to your wounds, wrapping them in bandages you’d stashed here long ago. You eat the food you stockpiled in case of just such an emergency, the cans lined up like soldiers on the shelves, each one a reminder of your careful planning. The aches in your body slowly subside, replaced by a numbness that seeps into your bones.
Outside the cabin, the forest hums with life. The trees stand tall, indifferent to the chaos of the world beyond their borders. You watch them sway in the wind, their movements slow and deliberate, as if they have all the time in the world. The surveillance monitors you’ve rigged around the perimeter show nothing but the steady rhythm of nature. No signs of your pursuers. No sign that anyone even knows this place exists.
As the days stretch into nights, you find yourself lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The decision looms over you like a storm cloud. Should you disappear entirely, shed your old identity like a snake sheds its skin, and start anew? Or should you return to face your enemies, to confront the betrayal that forced you into this hiding place?
You’ve lived a life of action, of constantly moving forward, of striking before being struck. But here, in this secluded cabin, a different thought creeps into your mind. What if you let it go? What if you never went back? Would it be so bad to stay here, in this place of solitude, where the only company you have is your own thoughts and the whispers of the forest? Would it be a loss to never see another person again?
The thought grows as you lie there, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. You think of the people you once trusted, the faces of those who betrayed you. You could return and exact your revenge, but what would it accomplish? Would it bring you peace? Or would it simply drag you back into the cycle of violence and mistrust?
As you stare out the window at the endless expanse of trees, a sense of calm settles over you. This cabin, this place you built as a refuge, could be more than just a hiding spot. It could be your home. A place where the past doesn’t reach you, where the future doesn’t matter, and where the present is all that exists.
Why bother with vengeance? Why not let it all go? The idea is as comforting as it is terrifying. To disappear, to leave behind the world and its betrayals, to start over in a place where no one can find you.
You close your eyes, the decision no longer weighing you down but lifting you up, freeing you. Perhaps this is where you belong. Perhaps this is where you’ve always belonged.
The world outside continues without you, but in this moment, lying on the bed in your cabin, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you don’t need it anymore.
Love it
Studying for finals. This is exactly what I was looking for. I love these
Would love to have a whole set of books and be here and read read read and chill!!!!!!!! Amazing!!!!! I'd do a shift at an Abandoned or isolated Outpost somewhere for a few months, then take a month or so off here, just to relax!!! Chill out but free from outpost assignments!!! Another flat out perfect post!!! Thank you!!!!!
Heading somewhere like this next to a lake for the night. I can't wait.
Where is that place bro ?
@serhiiderkach8126 my cottage :)
This thumbnail makes you want to say good night!
I can not begin to explain the emotions that are welling up inside me as I listen to this beautiful composition paired with a gorgeous landscape in the background. I also can not explain why I'm so moved by certain sounds or tones like what you've designed and composed in your video. I've always been this way and it's only a select group of people in the world who can relate to this. No chord changes mixed with mountainous swells and remarkable harmonic dissonance that pull me in by an unseen force. Please tell me how you are making such beautiful music and with what instruments or vst's (if any) are you using? I'm begging you. I would also love to write music like this, or at least try. I've searched for years to hear music this way to no avail. And then in an instance I find a handful of others who are doing the same type and style and I'm stunned. What a beautiful marriage and composition of both sound and sight you've shared with us today. Thank you.
not gonna lie, I got emotional for some reason watching this.
Dream place
Whoever read this… enjoy the view & KEEP READING👍😎
I like this because I like being alone...
🌌🌓 밤하늘을 보며 듣는 이 음악은 마치 우주에 떠 있는 기분이 들어요. 별빛과 함께하는 이 음악이 너무 아름답고 평화로워요. 마음이 차분해지고, 깊고 편안한 잠에 들 수 있게 해주는 음악, 정말 감사합니다. 😌✨
FEELING SO TOUCHED WITH THIS WORLD😌✨✨✨✨💝
Excellent! It was just the thing to get into super productive mode and hit the ground running on this busy Monday. Thanks!!
Wow great story and great detail in the viseo
I love your page! How do you make these kind of videos?
Got this on repeat!
Glad you enjoy it!
i need this cabin version like this but without music, only the natural sound
What a perfect place to live in peace.. far from humans.. that is amazing .. thank you!!!
amazing 💖
I wonder if Fed-Ex delivers there, I'm gonna need my stuff
Trying this 4k thing ;)
My path had be forged already, by the one I chase. Were it not for the faint glow of the distant moon, I would be lost. Wind swept pines dancing against the blackness and coming of the witching hour. Holding my breath, every sound now amplified exponentially as I time my heartbeat in sync with the world around me. The blood was warm, but slowly trailing down into my eyes, instantaneously freezing, but quietly I guide it to pool elsewhere. I am truly at the mercy of the elements. The sinister figures within the clouds began moving once more and the light from the sliver of the moon began cascading down the embankment, but only to steal it away once more. But this time it did not matter. Remember, hold breath, wipe away blood, sync my heartbeat then place my eye into the glass. My Elcan, day/night hunter scope has seen horrific things, always remained faithful and has never disappointed me. It has always protected me and has seen the worst of man, but in the end I'm the one needing counseling... Fair trade. I see the silhouette changing form 300 yards away, trying to shift behind the trees, damn amateur. I feel no guilt for what's to come. Am I not justified? The families he's destroyed will never mend. The fathers and mothers he's taken from sons and daughters, aunts and uncles, husbands and wives and friends. And he did it all with no remorse. AM I NOT FUC$#@! JUSTIFIED? So now I will take back what you stole without remorse. With one last look I made my final tuning of wind, distance, elevation, wiped the blood from my eye once more, held my breath and in between heartbeats I pulled the trigger.
I would probably stay here if I had no family to worry about.
Who broke the displays in all the research centers?
What program do you use to make the images/video?
all AI gen
@@ambientoutpost wow, what engine?
@@khole15 mj