Here I took one of my old soundscapes as the basis, adding to it new detailed textures and futuristic sound effects that allow you to delve deeper into this dystopian atmosphere. I'd love to see you on my Patreon page where you can download all the music and images, thus supporting me. patreon.com/EternalDystopia
I typically don't sleep well with Sharp high-pitched noises but this one actually didn't bother me and it was actually kind of soothing so whatever you did keep it up because i really enjoy listening to this stuff while sleeping or daydreaming
Very nicely done, just the right amount of otherworldiness. I'd love to learn to create stills like this, I need several exterior establishing shots for a short sci fi film I'm working on.
You mean people supporting energy, sustainability and having got over priced bills and then watching others turn on the power for free! Where's the line between reality, growth, proper education and the freedom to support ourselfs? Nice scean there! 🎉 Maybe that's a forgotten place with free electricity because of it's own 😮personal power grid
"The dish is damaged practically beyond repair, and hopes of getting a signal out feel next to impossible...yet I keep the monitor's lights on, just in case something gets through."
Found this abandoned radio relay station in the middle of the Oregon woods. Looks military in design. First building I've seen in months since the incident happened, and left most of earth abandoned. Normally, this random building in the middle of nowhere usually means nothing, except this one was different. While it looked abandoned, decrepit and ruined, the power was on. The light by the main door was shining, and the lights in the windows are on. I seriously hope no remnants are inside. Remnants being whats left of the humans that survived the incident, though this is a fate worse than death... They seem to just roam around aimlessly looking for any form of life they can find, and corrupt it. They are almost reality bending in nature, so they are very dangerous to be around. Luckily, it doesnt appear that there are any in this area. Looks like I'll hunker down here for the night. At least its shelter from the rain
I love playing this when I close down my warehouse and it's pitch black with red lights pulsing on the ceilings , and there is still 1 last employee in the bathroom not knowing what's to come . :)
I absolutely adore the community you've garnered around this. People taking dark, moody ambience and art, and forming short stories around them. I could read these comments all day.
It’s been 10 years - 10 years, 3 months, 18 days, 5 hours, and 35 minutes since the Cold War went hot. The world irrevocably changed that fateful evening. 7 years, 7 months, 6 days, 9 hours, and 12 minutes, the collapse of the Soviet Union made tidal waves across the globe. No one expected it to tear itself apart from the inside out. It’s almost unbelievable the west played no part in it. The decades of more than just Communism, the Russian people bore the brunt of, was a heavy toll. The match that lit the spark between the Soviet Union and the West, also lit the spark far and wide with the Russian people. The war was quickly on 2 fronts. In that aftermath, a shattered USSR was all that remained. Violence spread far and wide. When the dust settled, and the fog rolled in, the Russian people left. Declaring the country ‘Proklyatyy’, cursed. The cursed lands. After a world war causing a staggering number of deaths, followed by decades of continued cruelty, the Russian people urged the UN to intervene. A unilateral worldwide declaration was made; the USSR was declared abandoned. A 6.6 million sq. mile (17 million sq. kilometer) no man’s land. It was cursed. No good came from these lands, only pain and suffering felt across our world. Various countries created large volunteer militias, composed of solely previous Russians. With the goal of keeping others out. The largest border patrols in the world. This is where I am. Inside this no man’s land. These cursed lands. Proklyatyy. On a mission from the highest order, the White House. A unit without a name, we operate individually. So classified, our numbers are kept secret. I have no knowledge of who belongs to this unit, neither do they. The ultimate deniability. Our goal: root out those that cling to Communism. Cling to what was the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics; and destroy them. Here I stand, before something I’d honestly, hoped to not find. A powered military installation. This being a small satellite radio relay station. Like the rest of Proklyatyy, the earth has reclaimed this area. Soaked to my bones from the steady light rain that’s fallen these past 5 days, I’m quickly engulfed in a cold chill of what lies before me. The sole soft glow from the lights escaping through the broken window of this circular building, are haunting. The 2 metal trusses precariously holding their flood lights, are more than ominous. Illuminating the fog and mist, they reveal so little, and hide so much. From where I crouch at the edge of the surrounding forest, there appears to be no signs of human activity. This place should not be as it is. My mind quickly settled on knowing there can be more to this than what my eyes show me. Proklyatyy keeps many secrets. Many bunkers, and underground infrastructure. Which can easily contain those who wish to remain anonymous. I can only hope this is not the scenario. For the 2 years I’ve wandered this vast nothingness, my search has yielded no results. I would prefer it to remain as such, regardless of how foolish it is, regardless of the minute probability. I do not wish to find those clinging to what was. Because I do not wish for that to exist. Let this place be only held by this earth. It is clear I must now do what this mission requires. But I must be patient. I’ll remain at the edge of this forest for 24 hours, let those that wish to be hidden reveal themselves to me. If not, then I will force them. 23 hours, 59 minutes.
When the ship returned, we rejoiced. A truly momentous day for mankind, the first test of the new drive that would bring us to the stars. The assembled world leaders beamed their message of congratulations and thanks to the crew, and they- and the world- eagerly awaited the response. What came back in reply was a cacophony of screaming. All who heard it joined in. Now the ship rests silent above, and the world is silent below.
I was on break at the station. Me and my friends were watching one of those alien invasion movies. I laughed, my friends laughed, I said "Imagine the Tanios winning against the entire Spanish 2020s navy because the Spanish suddenly become stupid and incompetent during the climax for the Tanios to win." Someone else laughed and said "Yeah, and the beginning of the invasion in those movies is idiotic too. For example, I would cut all communication so human military can't mobilize in the first place." I looked around at my friends and said, "Wait, which one of you said that?" Then suddenly 0:00
The Royal Academy of Science had kicked him out. The Americans had laughed at him. The Russians thought he was a spy. So he had retreated; with every dime he could scrape together from his teaching at Oxford he had purchased a remote piece of land in the Yukon and found an old dish and transmitter being surplused by the Royal Canadian Air Force and so he had brought it all to his little mountain in the wilderness and began his work in earnest. Within 10 years he had made contact, as he knew he would, using the frequencies and patterns he had divined from his sound studies of the Great Pyramids. But he kept this to himself, remembering how others had treated him at his mere suggestion that the outsiders could be contacted. For now he would learn what he could on his own. That he had made contact did not surprise him; he had been all but certain he would, once he had erected the infrastructure to send the messages he had labored to piece together over decades. What did surprise him is who or what received that first contact. The alien equivalent of Joe Shortwave, receiving signals in his extra-terrestial basement. But he and this intergalactic radiohead had kept their repartee going for a number of years, hacking through the massive gaps in understanding until one day his celestial buddy advised him that some "religious officials" were asking about their communications and that they would be following up directly with this new Earth contact. They began transmitting their questions. He answered them, all that he could, but they always seemed -- dissatisfied -- with his answers. "They" always wanted more. And so, it was with a vaguely unsettled feeling there in the middle of a late November night that he scribbled down their latest, and what would be their last, message. When he was finished transcribing the patterns of high and low pitches and pauses, he threw the pen back down on the table and stared with bleary, worried eyes at the translation he had written in the middle of his tablet. "WE ARE RETURNING. STAND BY."
straight up they're so perfect. And there's a quality variety. This one especially was captivating, I like big industrial and comms stuff, neat finding a crowd similarly disposed.
i'm in love searching for great dark ambience to use as soundtrack for my Tactical FPS gaming videos. Do i have your permission? I'll be giving full credits of course. Cheers!
Do **The Electric State** of Simon Stalenhag or **Things From the Flood** aka ''Tales From the Loop''... Sci Fi Dark Ambient Music video nexst time!..😁🤖
"Everywhere it was the same - no matter where humankind looked the planets were empty - no debris no bodies - just installations pointing to the heavens trying to comprehend the void and the loneliness. We had missed them all - the last one by a mere thousand years according to the fusion reactor's records on the radio dish which was keeping the lights on- where did they go? !
Here I took one of my old soundscapes as the basis, adding to it new detailed textures and futuristic sound effects that allow you to delve deeper into this dystopian atmosphere.
I'd love to see you on my Patreon page where you can download all the music and images, thus supporting me.
patreon.com/EternalDystopia
can you make a sound like in ride with strangers ambiet like this one ruclips.net/video/BI-bcsi2MbM/видео.html
I typically don't sleep well with Sharp high-pitched noises but this one actually didn't bother me and it was actually kind of soothing so whatever you did keep it up because i really enjoy listening to this stuff while sleeping or daydreaming
Very nicely done, just the right amount of otherworldiness. I'd love to learn to create stills like this, I need several exterior establishing shots for a short sci fi film I'm working on.
You mean people supporting energy, sustainability and having got over priced bills and then watching others turn on the power for free! Where's the line between reality, growth, proper education and the freedom to support ourselfs? Nice scean there! 🎉 Maybe that's a forgotten place with free electricity because of it's own 😮personal power grid
So beautiful... 👌
"The dish is damaged practically beyond repair, and hopes of getting a signal out feel next to impossible...yet I keep the monitor's lights on, just in case something gets through."
Turn off the monitor
Is this a quote from something or are you just being g hey
Found this abandoned radio relay station in the middle of the Oregon woods. Looks military in design. First building I've seen in months since the incident happened, and left most of earth abandoned.
Normally, this random building in the middle of nowhere usually means nothing, except this one was different. While it looked abandoned, decrepit and ruined, the power was on. The light by the main door was shining, and the lights in the windows are on. I seriously hope no remnants are inside.
Remnants being whats left of the humans that survived the incident, though this is a fate worse than death...
They seem to just roam around aimlessly looking for any form of life they can find, and corrupt it. They are almost reality bending in nature, so they are very dangerous to be around.
Luckily, it doesnt appear that there are any in this area.
Looks like I'll hunker down here for the night. At least its shelter from the rain
Wow
Excerpt from Addendum of SCP-XYZ "What the hell is happening?"
Sick atmosphere building
Get a life 😂
@@annehechesliverdonation9624 do us all a favor and get off this app if this is all you have to say to people just trying to have a good time
I love playing this when I close down my warehouse and it's pitch black with red lights pulsing on the ceilings , and there is still 1 last employee in the bathroom not knowing what's to come . :)
I play these when I'm closing my shop actually
😂
I absolutely adore the community you've garnered around this. People taking dark, moody ambience and art, and forming short stories around them. I could read these comments all day.
It’s been 10 years - 10 years, 3 months, 18 days, 5 hours, and 35 minutes since the Cold War went hot. The world irrevocably changed that fateful evening. 7 years, 7 months, 6 days, 9 hours, and 12 minutes, the collapse of the Soviet Union made tidal waves across the globe. No one expected it to tear itself apart from the inside out. It’s almost unbelievable the west played no part in it. The decades of more than just Communism, the Russian people bore the brunt of, was a heavy toll. The match that lit the spark between the Soviet Union and the West, also lit the spark far and wide with the Russian people. The war was quickly on 2 fronts.
In that aftermath, a shattered USSR was all that remained. Violence spread far and wide. When the dust settled, and the fog rolled in, the Russian people left. Declaring the country ‘Proklyatyy’, cursed. The cursed lands. After a world war causing a staggering number of deaths, followed by decades of continued cruelty, the Russian people urged the UN to intervene. A unilateral worldwide declaration was made; the USSR was declared abandoned. A 6.6 million sq. mile (17 million sq. kilometer) no man’s land. It was cursed. No good came from these lands, only pain and suffering felt across our world.
Various countries created large volunteer militias, composed of solely previous Russians. With the goal of keeping others out. The largest border patrols in the world.
This is where I am. Inside this no man’s land. These cursed lands. Proklyatyy. On a mission from the highest order, the White House. A unit without a name, we operate individually. So classified, our numbers are kept secret. I have no knowledge of who belongs to this unit, neither do they. The ultimate deniability. Our goal: root out those that cling to Communism. Cling to what was the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics; and destroy them.
Here I stand, before something I’d honestly, hoped to not find. A powered military installation. This being a small satellite radio relay station. Like the rest of Proklyatyy, the earth has reclaimed this area. Soaked to my bones from the steady light rain that’s fallen these past 5 days, I’m quickly engulfed in a cold chill of what lies before me.
The sole soft glow from the lights escaping through the broken window of this circular building, are haunting. The 2 metal trusses precariously holding their flood lights, are more than ominous. Illuminating the fog and mist, they reveal so little, and hide so much. From where I crouch at the edge of the surrounding forest, there appears to be no signs of human activity.
This place should not be as it is. My mind quickly settled on knowing there can be more to this than what my eyes show me. Proklyatyy keeps many secrets. Many bunkers, and underground infrastructure. Which can easily contain those who wish to remain anonymous. I can only hope this is not the scenario. For the 2 years I’ve wandered this vast nothingness, my search has yielded no results. I would prefer it to remain as such, regardless of how foolish it is, regardless of the minute probability. I do not wish to find those clinging to what was. Because I do not wish for that to exist. Let this place be only held by this earth.
It is clear I must now do what this mission requires. But I must be patient. I’ll remain at the edge of this forest for 24 hours, let those that wish to be hidden reveal themselves to me. If not, then I will force them.
23 hours, 59 minutes.
I don't no way, but I always find myself coming back to this particular video. I have played this ambience for countless hours. Good stuff.
¡¡¡¡ Gooooodjob for video!!!! Like
Nice sounds in the background win that echo. Like little metal bars from broken buildings moved by the wind. Sends me to post nuclear war scenario.
This music is perfect for my anarchist-nihilist philosophy book-reading
The midnight shift for SETI?
Love the ambience.
Perfect for writing. Keep up the fantastic work!
Love the deep, dark tones
I wonder who is working in that building and what the purpose of the satellite is...great music for the imagination 👍
Since i discovered this channel, always study with this. I love it. Already sub ;)
This one's perfect. Thank you!
A beautifully crafted dark tapesry of sounds.
Hypnotherapy .The sounds are taking
Perfect for reading. Thank you for your dedication and effort :)
This is perfect...
This is good. Grim and foreboding
Keep em coming. These dark ambience vids are quality..I've just subscribed..thanks for these..we need more..
my play list for study
So cool. Thanks for that...
Very nice and amazing
Always euphoric and mesmerizing, I get completely lost in the darkness and the rain.
Beautiful ❤️
Yet again, another masterpiece.. Adding the Tibetan bowls was such a good idea, the entire composition is absolutely amazing. 💖
Thanks eternal dystopia.
Magické, temné, inspirativní tóny, zvuky, ze kterých mrazí... 🖤
Superlativo come suoni ed immagini .
Amazing atmosphere, peace and weightlessness really relaxes. Good job👍
Love these as BGM during work. Keep it up!
When the ship returned, we rejoiced. A truly momentous day for mankind, the first test of the new drive that would bring us to the stars. The assembled world leaders beamed their message of congratulations and thanks to the crew, and they- and the world- eagerly awaited the response.
What came back in reply was a cacophony of screaming. All who heard it joined in.
Now the ship rests silent above, and the world is silent below.
I was on break at the station. Me and my friends were watching one of those alien invasion movies. I laughed, my friends laughed, I said
"Imagine the Tanios winning against the entire Spanish 2020s navy because the Spanish suddenly become stupid and incompetent during the climax for the Tanios to win."
Someone else laughed and said "Yeah, and the beginning of the invasion in those movies is idiotic too. For example, I would cut all communication so human military can't mobilize in the first place."
I looked around at my friends and said, "Wait, which one of you said that?"
Then suddenly
0:00
Amazing 🙌🏻
Great ambience! I like it!!!
Great ambient and atmosphere. Is there a place i can download the wallpapers you have in the background?
There's something in this abandoned , survived disaster building
Wonder how I missed this gem. Thanks so much
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The Royal Academy of Science had kicked him out. The Americans had laughed at him. The Russians thought he was a spy. So he had retreated; with every dime he could scrape together from his teaching at Oxford he had purchased a remote piece of land in the Yukon and found an old dish and transmitter being surplused by the Royal Canadian Air Force and so he had brought it all to his little mountain in the wilderness and began his work in earnest. Within 10 years he had made contact, as he knew he would, using the frequencies and patterns he had divined from his sound studies of the Great Pyramids.
But he kept this to himself, remembering how others had treated him at his mere suggestion that the outsiders could be contacted. For now he would learn what he could on his own. That he had made contact did not surprise him; he had been all but certain he would, once he had erected the infrastructure to send the messages he had labored to piece together over decades. What did surprise him is who or what received that first contact. The alien equivalent of Joe Shortwave, receiving signals in his extra-terrestial basement. But he and this intergalactic radiohead had kept their repartee going for a number of years, hacking through the massive gaps in understanding until one day his celestial buddy advised him that some "religious officials" were asking about their communications and that they would be following up directly with this new Earth contact. They began transmitting their questions. He answered them, all that he could, but they always seemed -- dissatisfied -- with his answers. "They" always wanted more.
And so, it was with a vaguely unsettled feeling there in the middle of a late November night that he scribbled down their latest, and what would be their last, message. When he was finished transcribing the patterns of high and low pitches and pauses, he threw the pen back down on the table and stared with bleary, worried eyes at the translation he had written in the middle of his tablet. "WE ARE RETURNING. STAND BY."
How do you create these images? They are incredible for every single video.
straight up they're so perfect. And there's a quality variety. This one especially was captivating, I like big industrial and comms stuff, neat finding a crowd similarly disposed.
AI
Very good!!❤
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I'm really loving these soundscapes.
What is the source of the artwork used in the video? It looks awesome.
It's ai generated, probably midjourney.
Phenomenal soundscape with amazing dystopian atmosphere! ✨
i'm in love searching for great dark ambience to use as soundtrack for my Tactical FPS gaming videos. Do i have your permission? I'll be giving full credits of course.
Cheers!
Amazing surround sounds.
No problem. The tech company will send the new guy to fix the issue. If he survives the night he may quit in the morning.
Using this to read death's end
The signal that ended it all.
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i'll begin to make this kind of sound.
Bombed city,no signal, night day, rain:
I can hear a similarity with Eno's _Unfamiliar Wind (Leeks Hills)._ I wonder when AI will be able to pick this up?
Solitude!!!
Your Channel is unik ! There is no way in one year from now you don't get 100 k subscribers
My life is a dark dystopian journey......🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒
Do **The Electric State** of Simon Stalenhag or **Things From the Flood** aka ''Tales From the Loop''... Sci Fi Dark Ambient Music video nexst time!..😁🤖
😊
this is one what`s going on with the earth!!
This is station planet earth, we're closing down, transmission ends.
Needs to be made into a horror movie.
Drone is drone.
"Everywhere it was the same - no matter where humankind looked the planets were empty - no debris no bodies - just installations pointing to the heavens trying to comprehend the void and the loneliness. We had missed them all - the last one by a mere thousand years according to the fusion reactor's records on the radio dish which was keeping the lights on- where did they go? !
Imagine.... What happened with the other cities... And what happening now out there
The Super bowl is happening soon. I gotta upgrade.
Red Coast base
Where u get these images ?
it's AI midjourney
i hate humans and crowds so much that this music and book-reading is the only thing that makes me feel happy
This doesn't look like the Arc de Triomphe (but this does ruclips.net/video/Zr3jT2izbrg/видео.html).
Pic - good, Music - noring ((