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  • #darkacademiaplaylist #sadviolin #piano
    In the dimly lit room, where shadows dance upon the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets, the Hands of Darkness find solace at the ebony and ivory keys of the piano. Their touch, gentle yet haunting, brings forth melodies that echo the depths of the night.
    At times, the music they weave is as dark as the abyss, each note dripping with melancholy and longing. It resonates with the sorrowful souls wandering in the realms of twilight, a lullaby for the lost and the forsaken.
    Yet, amidst the darkness, there lies a strange kind of solace. The haunting melodies wrap around the listener like a comforting shroud, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the world. There's a strange beauty in the melancholy, a tranquility born from the depths of despair.
    The Hands of Darkness move effortlessly across the keys, their music a symphony of shadows and whispers. Each note holds a story untold, a journey through the darkest corners of the soul. And as the last echoes fade into the night, there is a fleeting sense of peace, a momentary embrace of the darkness that dwells within us all.
    Welcome to my channel, where I unveil my unique creations-a fusion of haunting piano keys and mesmerizingly dark melodies. Each composition is a testament to my passion for crafting emotive soundscapes that delve into the depths of the soul. Join me on this enchanting journey as we explore the beauty that lies within the darkness.
    ๐ŸŽงTop-notch headphones are essential for creating an emotionally rich, personal, and immersive playlist experience perfect for studying, sleeping, reading, and writing.
    ๐Ÿ’—I utilize a combination of my own drawings, photography, various software programs, and AI tools to streamline the editing process for both images and videos.
    ๐ŸšซDo not reup in any form!
    ๐Ÿ‘คThe music and artwork featured on the channel are the creative works of Tenebrarum Manus, a real composer and artist, and they are protected by copyright.
    Themes: dark academia, dark piano, sad piano, piano with rain, classical piano, melancholic piano, music for reading, music for studying, music for writing, calming music, classical music, Relaxing Piano, instrumental, stress-relief, night reading, night study music, main character playlist, spooky graveyard,, vampire music, dark vampire

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  • @Tenebrarum-Manuss
    @Tenebrarum-Manuss  2 ะดะฝั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +6

    ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ
    Outside, a soft, steady rain falls, each drop gently tapping against the window. The sound, once unnoticed, now fills the room with a quiet silence, like an old melody that brings back memories from the past. You sit in a large, worn-out armchair by the fireplace, watching as the rain blurs the view of the grand mansion outside the window. Its tall gates stand open, inviting you back to memories.
    Years have passed since the last time you set foot here. Back then, the mansion always bustled with life. Fresh autumn air carried sounds of laughter, and golden leaves dancing on the courtyard seemed brighter. But now, with the rain falling, those memories seem distant.
    The manor, surrounded by orange and amber leaves, looks timeless under the gray sky, as if it has been waiting for someone to return for all these years. Its elegant stone facade, once familiar and warm, now seems nostalgic, like a part of a story that has been forgotten. The ivy, now adorned with raindrops, clings to the wrought-iron gates, while the lamps stand like sentinels, flickering weakly in the darkness.
    You pull your coat tighter around your shoulders, feeling the weight of the past years. A gust of wind slips through the slightly open window, carrying the scent of damp earth and wet leaves. The scene outside, once filled with color, now seems gray and melancholic.
    As the rain washes away memories from childhood, of running through these gates, exploring the vast rooms of the mansion, and spending long, lazy evenings on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the autumn sky, those moments seem like a distant dream, unreachable.
    The rain begins to subside, and you realize that it's not just the mansion calling to you - it's the past. It's the people, the stories, and parts of you that still linger in this magnificent old house. A smile pulls at your lips, a little sad, a little wistful. You know you must return to find what has been lost

  • @luboskovac6540
    @luboskovac6540 2 ะดะฝั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +2

    Fantastic, amazing

  • @forlanguages
    @forlanguages 2 ะดะฝั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +3

    Cool!

  • @TheCelestia-q3f
    @TheCelestia-q3f ะ”ะตะฝัŒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +2

    Whoever reading this comment, I really hope you find peace and strength to live through the day. Whatever you're going through right now, I promise it'll be okay.

  • @ะฑะพะฑัะบะปัะฝัะบะธะน
    @ะฑะพะฑัะบะปัะฝัะบะธะน 2 ะดะฝั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +3

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