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My grandfather told me a long time ago that we were not made for this world.
He told stories about the starships that brought him and my grandmother here, how it was only meant to be for a few years to support his planet's war, and that they were supposed to go back. "We're not supposed to be here!" is something he would say with sharp resentment in his last days. He wouldn't say much of anything else. All he remembered was that the starships were late.
It made me sad to see his final days spent in bitterness, but I suppose I can't blame him.
His old stories about the Earth's oceans, rivers, and endless forest sounded like paradise. Soil so pure you could toss a seed wherever you wish and it would sprout into a tree that would feed you forever... sounds all too good to be true. Who wouldn't want to go back to that? Who would want to leave...
Growing enough food here for us and our cattle is backbreaking work, but it's all we got. I don't want to burden my children with heartbreaking stories about a world where it doesn't have to be like this. I've hidden this note along with the last books we have left. Because hope is a cruel burden when we know the starships never pass by here anymore.
I won't let the next generation feel like outsiders in the only world they'll ever know.
OK.
WOW....fantastic story. If you ever produce a book with that theme and story or other writings, KNOW that I will buy it from you. What a fantastic short paragraphed story. YOU HAVE TALENT, "drscience-l3m"!
@@traversal6881 thats all you can say, "OK"?? man, start appreciating his writing.
If I was in a similar situation, I, too, would never tell the next generation. it would be cruel.
@@lukeyznaga7627 Thanks man! I appreciate it
I dont blame them, they've mined all the ore from the planet, all thats left is a few scavengers and farmers
they were not here for the ore, the real reason why they were here was lost generations ago, but i heard something about trees that used to grow here, theses plants hold the secret of life itself ...
The elders speak of the trees in the time of old when our ancestors first made landing on this world, the forests would speak to them and guide them beneath the alien sun, now they are dormant and we do not venture out far from our villages anymore..
i heard john down in shit valley fornicates with his chickens
And why should we? Everything we need is right here. Last guy I heard try to make the crossing, you know, by the old grove? Got taken in by the Tribes there.
Scavengers, farmers, and whatever the hell ate my dog last week >_>
This makes me feel like I abandoned my dreams as a kid.
bro eventually ur biological think-meat just shrivels up and smoothens out as u get older bro and we all do and we all have those still frames of light-catching-dust through the window of our childhood house's
anyway G
The burden of self realization is heavy, but if it hurts enough, you will never let it happen again!
@@justsaiyan8678or you’ll welcome it everyday
Something about this image and music does evoke those feelings. A flashback struck me to my childhood days in late 80s and reading science fiction magazines with American SF authors like Brin, Benford, Philip K. Dick and all these fascinating images of alien vistas and life, far future promises of progress and adventure...What became of my awe, fascination and hope ? This track and music makes me want to break free again...To look at the stars and wonder like I did before...
I am living proof that sometimes, your childhood dreams can become real long after you thought it was possible. If there is ANY way you can pursue them without abandoning what truly matters, please do.
Matte paintings always hit me with a wave of very unfamiliar nostalgia. I always get lost in them, just pondering every bit of land portrayed. I wish i could just dive into them, ya know?
The artwork is really amazing!
This is ai, though.
Still pretty, but not a painting.
The title can be interpreted in an other way: they don't come by any more...we're safe here...
Oh I like that 👍❤
that makes me feel a bit dark -.- the concept i had was: ancient planet forgotten by time, its people trading and traveling with legends of the ships that once were and worlds now unreachable but not forgotten, a rich culture and little violence. maybe that's exactly what happens when the ships don't come anymore, as you said : P
@@Takuteira Now, that take I do love, thanks for sharing...
@@melissarainchild
@@Takuteira there are loads of planets and star systems like that in Warhammer 40K lore
There's something eeriely beautiful about an abandoned place. Makes you think about the stories, the tales...the efforts put in there.
I feel that when I pass by where my school once was...now an empty lot. Grass grew, the tree that was there was cut, the buildings demolished...but the entrance, and the small road towards where the main building was, remain...
But always remember it will return back to nature if left alone in its cycle unless of course we decide to build a strip mall there...
I feel this way on the way to work I pass a dead old yellow house with an old dead white car in the front. I just imagine that it was someone’s little castle once, and their life just happened there…and then it didn’t. It’s not too far from an old school that became a cancer hospital and is now a graffiti exposition. So crazy to see actual “ruins” like these.
I had a dream once, where I was an ancient being, walking the long abandoned streets of Earth. everywhere was empty of moving life, no humans, no animals, not even insects as far as I could tell, just plants. yet, I wasn't truly alone, I had with me the memories of the people long past. everywhere I went, I could feel their feelings, and hear their words and their thoughts. some places were just wonderful to be around, competitions, shopping districts, fairs, these places always had "life" in them. They were places of stories and soul. some were, more sorrowful, though I don't remember these parts very much, I do remember the feelings of stress, pain, heartache, and anger. I remember I had an obvious preference of where I wanted to be, and it was the places people loved and needed.
your comment reminded me of that dream. it was a good dream.
@@Nu_WenDude my dreams consist of getting into a swordfight with a bear in a public park
@@Nu_Wenvery eloquently and evocatively said.
There are two breeds of solitude: that which comes from places that have never seen another living soul, and that which comes from places that once housed many souls but have since lost them all. It is difficult to say which is more haunting.
Kenopsia: The Eeriness of Places Left Behind.
@@Ben_R4mZ That's a beautiful word. Thanks for adding to my vocabulary :)
The last men left through aqueous sky
and left me and all the others behind.
There are no more crews returning:
every mineral pockmark plucked and sent
away, away, away.
Day’s light sinks low behind the space ports,
Canteens and observation decks, and the dark
reveals the satellites, darting in and out - the little specks,
remnants of those who built us:
watching, watching, watching
the automatons toil till their parts wear out below.
Working though the jobs are done, each a withered edifice on
this lonely outcrop, teeming with a life of another kind.
the starships never pass by here anymore:
they left us all behind.
beautiful.
Love this poem
This is quite skillful prose! Very nice.
fantastic poem. YOU WRITE way better than the awful, sloppy , modern writers that do the modern STar Wars movies and STreaming shows. WAY!
Genuinely awesome poem.
I'd love to play a game that feels like this. A post apocalyptic world where the invading Aliens have already scavenged the whole planet, and only the ruins of their abandoned facilities are left.
you are living that IRL
NMS
@@jamesdupuis3249nah
@@jamesdupuis3249 It is a good start for such a scenario but the amount of alien ruins in that game are shallow and far in between, not too much to be found. Maybe Starsector would be a better fit
i would play that! imagine the stories, the theories, trying to figure out what one thing or another was for, and why it was made. there aren't enough stories that tell themselves.
I still remember the nomads. Every year, a clan would arrive in their slender ships, pitch their embroidered tents, and teach for eight days. About medicine, smelting metal, practical things, but also music, poetry, their gods, their laws. They never accepted our gifts.
As years passed, the visits grew rarer, and the ships fewer. The nomads taught less and reminisced more: about their parents, or the games they played as children. Had we been poor pupils? No, they said, they were glad we still listened. But they were short on time.
We waited almost ten years for the last visit. A single ship, crewed only by a quiet old man who used to be a potter. He told us about a time before the ships, the cliff city where he was raised, digging clay by a wide river under a deep red sun. He asked us, please, not to forget.
The starships don't come here any more.
This is my favourite one here! Good job :)
Damn...
...but we haven't needed them for years. Replicator tech was brought to us when I was young. Whatever we wanted, whatever we could imagine, we created for ourselves, never knowing hunger, or cold, or damp. These have been happy years to live.
But I wonder. We have complete self-sufficiency in these miraculous machines, these replicators. We have no need to reach out, to cry out for the star-engines to bring their life-giving cargoes to our planet's surface. Knowing we had no need of them, they left. We depend on no one, and no one depends on us.
Are we now alone in our infinite plenty?
"We considered ourselves a powerful culture.
This place is not a place of honor.
No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here.
Nothing of value is here. This place is best shunned and uninhabited."
Clearly this inscription exists to frighten away grave robbers! There must be something extremely valuable here! Like these barrels with glowing green glass and metal in them!
Hey... Wait, why is my skin falling off and-
If we ever have faster than light travel, and we colonize space like in Dune, over millions and millions of years, then we're bound to have this happened...As the universe expands, everything recedes away from any given point, and someday people from forgotten colonies would look up at the night sky, and not see a single star...They'd think that the legends of other colonies existing and themselves coming from another planet would just be fantaisies dreamed up by the ancients. They'd make their own theories about how they came to be on this planet of theirs, and would never question if there was anything out there.
There is beauty in a lot of things, and here you can discover the beauty of the forgotten, the stories and legends of old, these stories capture the true diversity and creativity of humanity, I myself find an abundance of beauty here even in this forgotten planet, how wonderous would have it been to live among these people, alas it's too late, it is always too late.
The Traverse is not how it used to be... I myself ended up here just because the pulsar-compass got wonky, after I got into sleep. Took a while to find that out. Systems were good before, but when emergency wake kicked in, Maps said that we may have passed through a Nova shower or something, and got no StarWarning of that and also no luck. If you, sir, allows for the ship, we'll be around for the time until we can get a merchant or something passing by the star... I can pay for the staying. We'll be no trouble, I'll be mostly on sleep meanwhile. Maps and Jenkins are very kind, knowledgeable. I wouldn't have it otherwise. I believe that it will not take much more than a few decades or so. Even less, if I get lucky this time.
Great beginning to a new sci-fi adventure... please, go on! 😎👍👍
*Something has gone wrong within the wider galaxy. We only know some of the details. Avaros IV had never been a particularly vibrant part of the Interstellar Federation. We were as far from Terra as our generation ship could reach. Avaros IV was chosen for being out of the way of trade routes. We valued our independence and isolation. On occasion, we would trade what resources we could with various vessels and learned of the wider galaxy. When the machine uprising began, we destroyed our STC systems and other automated devices. The last contact we had with the wider galaxy was a captain who was reporting that faster than light travel was becoming more and more difficult. "Storms in the Warp" was what he had said. It has been 500 years. The starships never pass by here anymore and I suspect they never will again~ Avaros IV colonial archivist Miranda Isoue, dated M25, recovered in 999 M30 by the 50th expeditionary Fleet of the Great Crusade*
Planet Jijo for short. Fouth Galaxy, 8 races sanctuary...(Uplift trilogy - David Brin)
If only the eternal moon above, with it's copper glow, or the trees, with their harmonic flutters in the wind, or the structures left behind, could break their unsettling silence.
One can't help but wonder: if they could speak, what would they say? Could you stomach to hear it?
Would you really want to?
✨
The title is so deep ...
So deep that it literally making me explore theories ...
Thank you whoever came with this title : The starships never pass by here anymore ... wow
The title immediately made me think about how me and my family used to see UFOs when I was young. So many different types too:
A giant black triangle with blue lights
An orb that could zip across the entire visible sky as fast as you could turn your eyes to follow it, stop on a dime, change directions, etc
Several other types too. It seemed like the nearby town was a hotspot for them.
I haven’t seen them for about a decade or so now. I hope they come back soon.
They're off to destroy another planet, eradicate more civilizations, bury more cultures
@@AegisAuras i wanna know more, please :)
@@adm69420 years later I found a book from the contactee community called The Ra Contact. It blew my mind and changed my life. So much of the stories and theories about aliens were put into perspective for me by that book. That was the first time I ever heard an ET explain their concept of God; they called it “Intelligent Infinity”. They had the most benevolent and beautiful philosophy on life I’ve read.
@@adm69420 I tried but RUclips deleted my comment. That happened a lot with ET discussions.
That nearby planet in the sky looks savaged. I love that picture so much.
I don't know how I stumbled on this video but I'm glad I did
wow, that is such a sick title for a soundtrack. You killed it with this one.
What a beautiful planet
“We used to sleep on the beach down on Coney Island”
"We used to call it the playground of the world"
One time, when I was small, I got lost on Coney Island, on the beach, but they found me. We used to sleep on the beach. Sleep overnight. They don't do it anymore.
The cars on fire
And there's no driver at the wheel
@@turdferguson5932 and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
"The starships never pass by here anymore," Ralthama said. Her age was up for debate, but she was suspected of being the oldest among the colonists, and her dangerous teachings were often conducted in secret. "We stopped wondering why."
She shrugged as she moved from the steps of the catafalque and towards the cave, with the children surrounding her, each one eagerly searching the skies for any trace of anomaly. "It's true," she continued, ushering the last of the group into the makeshift classroom. "That is why we no longer get any pizza deliveries. Papa Gino's. Domino's. Pizza Hut. Gone. I remember a time when such things fell into this world like raindrops from the sky. Like manna from Heaven. Now, children, it's your generation's turn to wonder."
Harsh.
Had me in the first half ngl
This art is killer, reminds me of sci fi book covers from the 70s or so.
All the systems on the third Radcliffe bend say the same. The old routes of the last century don’t make sense anymore, now that the new engines can cross the void in the same time it used to take to system-hop just halfway round the bend. And frankly there’s simply nothing there that makes a detour worth the time and expense.
So the third-bend Radcliffe worlds are basically on their own, and are perfect magnets for a certain class of fugitives and discontents. Someday, perhaps, their great-great grandchildren will develop something that lures the starships back once more.
The planet of Hydrax IV, previously known as Eden was a agriworld, home to a population of 1 billion. Along with its orbiting moon Hydrax V, a vast red forge world that acted as Eden's shield against the dark unknowns of space, it also acted as the seat of power in the system. Now Eden's moon serves as a grim reminder of its folly in choosing the wrong side in a war that would consume the not just the system but the sector and beyond. Pock marked and scarred is the surface of Hydrax V, evidence of orbital lance and antimatter bombardment is visible even to the naked eye standing on the dusty plains of Eden. What used to be a lush planet of agri domes, wind and solar farms, along with wonderous floating landmasses on which the settlers built their glass cities on is now a dried up windswept husk of a world. The starships never pass by here anymore and what was once green Eden, jewel of the sector, is now simply Hydrax IV a tombworld waiting to fade into the mists of time and space.
Any book recommendations like this?
Badass
Not sure about any specific books but this reminded me of the 40k universe
@@stephenartigues6027 the text from @revantii is a direct on the fly story set in the 40k universe he or she wrote while hearing this piece of glorious art.
Dope
We were frankly lucky to find such a quiet, out of the way planet, and the crew and passangers felt relieved to finally make planetfall.
For effectively the last 4 years, our ragged fleet had been flying at FTL speeds, only stopping to refuel and aquire supplies for the journey.
Four bitter years of heading out into the uncharted void trying to stay ahead of the Solar Confederation's persecution and likely, summary execution for every soul in the fleet.
You see, we are all mutants of some form or other, and as the SC view mutants as subhumans... Well, I'm sure you can get the picture.... Something, something; history repeating...
My own vessel, a worn out and ancient, but miraculously still very functional frigate by the name of the Bifrost was the first member of the fleet- I stole it from a forgotten orbital scrapyard with some friends.
Over time, we gathered more of our kin as we travelled through SC territories, filling out our crew and adding more vessels as the downtrodden and disaffected flocked to our banner.
And of course, we eventually found our new home- a habitable world in the Goldilocks zone of a star comparable to Sol, a world with two moons strange geology, and breathable atmosphere. It was pretty much perfect.
An old, abandoned but still working cargo station hung over the world that we simply named Sanctuary Prime. On board this tarnished and battered hulk, after gaining access to sensor logs and terminals, we learned that not a single vessel had come to this system in nearly two centuries.
Jackpot...
A grand referendum was held across every vessel in the fleet, and it was unanimously decided that it was here that we would make our new home. The people were under no false impressions- this would be the very hardest of hard work.
But, as former slaves, we were accustomed to exactly that, heh.
After unloading all our equipment, we got to work immediately, even to the point of cannibalising some of our ships for materiel. Homes were built rapidly, infrastructure soon after. Schools, hospitals, farms and foundries- you name it, we built it.
After years of toil and hardship, I stand now in my garden filled with alien flowers, tucked just behind my cozy little home on an asphalt street- a bottle of cold beer in my hand as I look to the alien world that we have begun to colonise. My wife and young son stand with me.
The starships don't pass here any more.
I smile at the thought.
We are finally free.
I'm a big science enthusiast and used to not be a big fan of sci-fi but things like this have slowly changed my mind over the last year...
The melding of my love of science and fantasy realms... So much emotion and thought provoking feeling from the first few seconds...
Why's the planet look like that? Why don't they come here anymore? Beautiful blue sky, so must have an atmosphere... so many unanswerable questions just makes the mind buzz
who knows how many things we won't see, our life is too short, how much I would like to see this kind of landscapes live, maybe who knows if it will happen in another life.
Go outside and visit national parks like Zion also national parks have beautiful nature.
This is what sparked my fascination with astral travel, remote viewing, things of that nature. Well I'm moreso thinking of alien worlds but it would also be convenient to visit anywhere on earth with just a thought
Beautiful and haunting music with fabulous artwork depicting a theme and mood.
I'm trying to work out if it's AI generated or not, I think it might be. The islands trailing in similar ways to the clouds, etc.
I hope it's not, would unsub immediately @@oistinmanning7530
Art like this never ceases to amaze me.
yes, this is a great work of art, in the music, the painting and the provovation or inspiration of us to dream, think and feel a mood. It all starts with a beautiful painting, followed by well produced , haunting music.
Unfortunately I think it's AI. I'll happily be wrong, but yeah
I love this sort of melancholie in music. Really touches my soul
This gives me an idea for an RPG campaign. Corporations having left behind many colonies and the people who worked on them. They mined, drilled, and gathered all the resources they reasonably could. The planet, drained of its resources, was no longer useful to the space corps, so they left... but they also left the colonists behind. The everyday hard-working people of the colonies were left to fend for themselves.
Abandoned by the companies they were so loyal to, to leave their home planet behind for a chance to further humanity only to be forgotten. There are some people with hope that they'll return, but many have begun a new project to build a starship of their own... Even if it was only based on what few schematics they could find and being slapped together to make a bigger and better ship.
They have to try, and finding the resources necessary to keep the project and hope alive will be difficult. Scavenger crews are selected and sent out... Many don't return. The planet's wilds are dangerous and even more so, colonists from other places have simply become barbaric and destructive. Taking what they want by force instead of working together for their own sakes. This is the colony's toughest mission, it's final mission. Escape or wither away, lost to time.
The starships don't pass here anymore. We can make this place our home
Soon, people will be wanting to say that about our current Earth , or maybe just the American civilization . Would love a reboot, or freedom to start over without paying taxes or fight off invading enemies.
"and don't come now, back ya hear?" *wave beeping aluminium cowboy hat wildly*
I get a vibe of Cocytus from The Dig here, dusty tired planet where stone and ancient tech have become one. ❤
There is something unique about feeling... entirely alone.
It can be extremely stimulative to a being, a material world from times long past and gone and devoid of the creativity of movement and life slowly degenerating down to nothingness.
no, its awful. Trust me I know. except for going to work and occasionally having time with rare friends, I am alone. my relatives don't know me. I have no children or wife. Trust me, being alone bleeps bleep pretty bad.
@@lukeyznaga7627 Fotchenetly we all have the ability to chang whatever we choose, it's not always easy and it may be slow and not all at once but it takes just one little thing you find that one can be cause over and START. !
I need a 10 hour version to sleep to.
Love it!
I am tired...
There are some days where I feel it more now than others, and it does weigh on me. I miss being able to do so much. Honestly, those times when I had my meth addiction and relapse were amazing to me, because I was able to stay up for so long without rest and just... do. Playing guitar. Repairing things. Reading. Gaming.
That level of constant going, going, going is now behind me, a distant echo of a person I once was. A shimmer in the fabric of time of when so much felt novel; when time in this mortality felt boundless and endless. Now the many sleepless days and nights are gaining upon me, as though the encroaching dawn; as though the hound after the fox...
Truly, the phrase, “so much to do, so little time” has now found its’ way to me and I am saddened a bit that I am able to only do so much. It takes more energy these days where once upon a time, the energy felt as though it had no end; felt like it could not be depleted...
The addictions are behind me... but still the echoes and memories persist, albeit now more shallow than ever before...
*Sitting on top at the cliff and listening to this music while dreaming about sonething you like.*
I hit the like button solely for that painting.
Reminds me of The Sky Islands in Tears of the Kingdom mixed with No Man's Sky.
Beautiful.
Well I didn’t think I’d hear a liminal sci-fi playlist today
that wallpaper is amazing and the tunes too.
Wallpaper is AI bruv
@@KIKITHEPLUG Huh, really? How can you tell?
@@KIKITHEPLUGplease say it isn't. Would unsub immediately
It started so long ago...
The first Spelljammer pirates dwelved to greedily and eagerly into this land, looking for whatever treasure or valuables they could find.
They expected to find jewels, gold, silver, mythril...
_What they found... was_ *_Death._*
The pirates were so greedy and bloodthirsty, they didn't see the Ichor they had dug into until it was too late.
*_While looking to slake their greed, they found the immortal body... Of Pandorym._*
Our protector. Our redeemed guardian.
Her power terrified the Gods, but she was a waking nightmare to those who slaughtered our people in The Retroverse.
But her brutality had a price. The ships don't come here anymore.
Because of our benevolent savior was once one of the Elder Evils, even the supply ships do not stop here, unless theyvare desperate.
...It has been... Lonely... on this planet, without the Federation giving news.
By the Old Gods, it is so lonely...
This makes me wanna film a movie about a deep space traveller making a lengthy voyage through the systems of darkness and space that exist light years away, floating along through the emptiness with many years to go until the ship reaches its mysterious destination.
And I say we dont need them to pass by anymore either. This is our own personal space in the universe now and if it ever comes down it we'll either leave this place ourselves.. or perish on this abandoned land we call home.
i put this in the background to "low poly beach" and the down tempo breakcore puts a whole nother layer on this five layer dip BOYY
This one? ruclips.net/video/kQMP0G3YlcA/видео.html
In space there are places that everyone has been to, we are waiting for you to get here.
Hell yeah man I'm digging this, super evocative
This is enchanting. I'm listening to this while working and it carries my conscious away as if to another life, another memory, a place I once knew but has become lost in all the noise.
That image gives me such Yes album cover vibes
Reminds me of:
"Deep inside the ruin was a single stone that would change the course of our history forever.
On the stone was etched a galactic map
and a single word more ancient than the clans themselves:
Hiigara.
Our home."
Men of culture will know the quote
_“A few times a year, I can see lights passing from one side of the horizon to the other in a second, perhaps the space ships do pass by every now and then”_
very dreamy for sure... while everything the dreamer sees directly and what he can comprehend (and mentally materialize) looks alive, you can tell that beyond the dreamers current view, nothing exists. There is no world beyond. There is nothing beyond.
Getting the vibes simular to "Monument Valley" and "Journey" games from this. Would really like a game in such setting
magical landscape , huge sci fi lover here!
Ohhhh That was Awesome!!! What a great trip :D
The other day, coming back from the scavenging, I overheard a group of foreigners talk in the local tavern. I had never seen foreigners before, so I stayed later than usual, until everyone from the search party was gone except me. I could only understand them when they spoke directly to old Remé, in a very thick accent, asking for "the coding". They described it as an opaque green rod, not longer than a grown up's forearm. They where very insistent in that it doesn't look like much, but it's worth more than it seems. Remé just listened, nodding and bringing more drinks as they requested. In time, they became friendlier and closer. At one point, they begun describing the engravings, in amazing detail. That tempted me to speak up about my mother's gift, which I immediately recognized in their words, but I kept it to myself. "You are too young, others can out-power you" I thought. So I kept listening. "It's the key that will open the moon's gate", one of them said, before being yelled at and shushed by the rest. Remé didn't know what to make of it, so he laughed and offered more drinks and meals. They seemed friendly, yet scared. I know fear when I see it. I also know where they landed. I'm going with them back to the skies, with or without you.
"Dad, when are we going home?"
The question falls heavy upon my ears. I wrap an arm around the boy's shoulder, which trembles somewhat with the effort not to cry. He is too young to understand. "This is our home now," I tell him, struggling to grasp the truth of it myself.
"But why?" he asks. His innocent gaze breaks my heart. The landing pad stands not far away, a silent sentinel where once the transport ships came to collect their harvest. They were supposed to return, one last time, to carry us home. That would have been two years ago. Before the cosmos shook, and distant stars exploded in the night sky, consuming whole systems and all the planets surrounding them. The starships would not pass by here anymore.
Kneeling down, I look my son in the eye. "It doesn't matter. We're here, now. You're here, and I'm here with you." I watch the hope vanish from his eyes as the tears begin to flow. "We have what we need," I tell him, and hold him close. "We'll be okay, you and I. We'll make it work here. I promise."
I would love to have one of those islands all to myself - looks like heaven to me!:)
This is beautifully haunting
bro this is fucking beautiful
Beautiful image, to set the scene.... Diving in now!
Fun people think of a mined out world .. is see an old lady standing there .. saying that ..
shrugging and greeting her grandchild running towards her and shouting … “granny, come and see the chirper dropping Beny into the pond.. can I try?”
Granny looking back one more time at the sky, with a little smile “… and it is not such a bad thing..”
This just... sounds like the theme song to my life. Kind of a desolate wasteland of an existence. No one visits. I feel like an old person at the end of their life, who outlived everyone they knew and is being forgotten by the young. Only. I am young. All those people simply outgrew me, and at this rate, they will vastly outlive me. And in a year or so after my final event, none will even remember that I even existed.
It's miserable, but to be honest. I don't know how to do anything else but languish in my own thoughts. I used to think of my childhood as idyllic. And it probably was, by comparison. But now the good memories are fading. All that's left is the pervasive loneliness that was buried underneath. Spending hours in my room, silently playing with toys, imagining their lives and conversations. Now I do that with pencils and paper, writing, writing. It's... not good. I'm not good at it.
And I'm sure I come across as spoiled, for even being able to lock myself away. But the truth is that I'm helpless. Incapable of independence. Like a cat who's been declawed. Or, more accurately, born deformed. When my owner realizes I'm boring, or worse, dies, I will wither immediately. I don't have drive to do that which one must to survive. Besides, the resources to do so are so far away. This country is a wasteland of space. So I'm effectively stranded. There is no one, not for miles.
But, even if there were. They wouldn't help me. The people here only care for themselves. And if they didn't, they still wouldn't help me. I've always been quiet and unapproachable. The only thing I have to protect myself is to instill fear. And I can't trust anyone. Not anymore. Fear to rule them, fear to rule me. Loneliness is the punishment for being born. The punishment for disgracing their lives with my genesis.
The music combined with this art background gives vibes that remind me of cowboy bebop and trigun
Decided to click on this mainly because I was bored and wanted some white noise while I scrolled through Steam games. Been listening to it for like half an hour now, and it's strangely calming. Feels like I can just sit and think in peace
This gives me a similar feeling to playing Rainworld
This is such a mood and I'm vibing with it totally. Cheers!
The title is bloody awesome. What a cool concept.
For people asking about the art: yeah it does seem to be AI but you might want to check out Bruce Pennington.
Dude you need to put this stuff on spotify please, its so helpful for writing and it would be so good for relaxing with just my headphones
Beautiful!
This is so beautiful.
RImworld core, all the way
This is nice - smooth & epic!
this is insane my g good work
Reminds me of when I go back to visit my hometown. It's in Ohio
Peace
I Like the artwork it suits the theme very well.
Self Esteem Fund vibes. Love it!
Wooow this one hits different
The artwork reminds me of something from an issue of Heavy Metal.
Love the artwork.
Wonderful
Thank you
Elara stood at the precipice of her floating island, the azure expanse stretching endlessly above and below. The floating islands, ancient and enigmatic, hovered with a grace that defied understanding, their rocky undersides adorned with lush greenery and the remnants of a bygone civilization. These stone ruins, weathered by time and solitude, whispered of a grandeur lost to the void.
The vast planet hung in the sky, an ever-present sentinel, its surface a tapestry of swirling dust and deep orange hues. Elara's eyes traced the faint trails of distant starships, spectral lines etched into the ether, fading like the memories of those who once traversed these skies. The air was thick with an ethereal stillness, a silence that spoke of ages past and the inexorable march of time.
The starships never pass by here anymore, Elara mused, her thoughts a blend of sorrow and wonder. The skies, once alive with the hum of engines and the glow of distant suns, were now a silent testament to the impermanence of all things. Her fingers absently caressed an old insignia, a relic of those halcyon days, found amid the crumbling stone. It was a symbol of her grandfather's era, a time when the heavens were a realm of endless possibilities.
A rustle behind her disrupted the stillness, and Elara turned to see her brother, Kian, approaching with the cautious curiosity of youth. His eyes, wide and bright, reflected the yearning that Elara herself felt. "Will they ever come back?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper carried away by the wind.
Elara's smile was tinged with melancholy. "We must carve our own destiny from the silence."
Kian nodded, though the shadow of disappointment clouded his face. He had never seen the starships up close, never felt the exhilaration of their presence in the ports. For him, the tales of starfarers were as intangible as the mist that cloaked the ruins each morning. Elara longed to bridge that gap, to bring the past into his present.
Together, they ventured through ruined ancient archways, the grandeur diminished by the encroaching vines and moss. The air was heavy with the scent of earth and forgotten dreams. As they wandered deeper, Elara felt the weight of history pressing upon them, an almost tangible presence that seemed to guide their steps.
The wind shifted, bringing with it a faint, haunting melody-a song of the stars, woven from the whispers of the cosmos. Elara paused, closing her eyes to embrace the sound. With renewed resolve, Elara led Kian deeper into the heart of the ruins. Here, among the stones and shadows, lay the promise of new beginnings. The world had changed, but the spirit of adventure endured, waiting to be awakened.
In the stillness, the ruins echoed with the unspoken promise of discovery. And so, with hearts attuned to the whispers of the ether, Elara and Kian stepped into the unknown, ready to uncover the secrets of a forgotten world.
Love it bro
perfect
this is nice, well done🥶
Yeah, ever since they built that hyperspace bypass in the Sol System it’s been really slow here.
This is the lands above hyrule
Only the Memories remain of that what once was. But does a Place truly die, just because we abandon it? We might be gone, but Life will always find a way. We are just one minor, insignificant Part of the whole cycle that starts over and over again. In the neverending Saga, we are but a Page, if that. So do not mourn the Loss, because it is inevitable. Remember fondly, smile, even if bitterly, and move on. If you get stuck in the Past, you don't live in the Present, let alone have a chance to see a Future.
Chill.
masterful
It's finally quiet
i am left speechless standing at a place as the last man standing where all life has been erased and the heavens have been raised .I there stand as the last native of this spherical haven, gazing among the clouds thru infinity .A millennia of a once vivid planet that has been sucked to its core back to its initial birth phase to pure dust ,yet somehow it is beautiful to see the emptiness across this endless horizon . Just by standing there feels like there's more to explore a profounder beyond. More to look at , many more civilizations to pursue, and i am assured by that truth since the starships never pass by here anymore ever since the war. "This image just feels like space exploration has so much potential in a world of fantasy where all of the sky is blue with no limits and where many civilizations are yet to be reached . it feels like there's more to that image i can't put to words what and how it's just rockets and cool spaceships and the future that unfortunately i am born to early to witness ."
This is dark and Erie
excellent