I need to know where are these backgrounds coming from. I love them! They match the ambient music so well! I would love to use them as my backgrounds for my PC!
Enjoy it while you can, enjoy your friends and family. You never know when you will wake up and not be able to tell them how much they mean to you anymore.
### The Lament of the Lost Knight In a field of flowers, beneath the morning's grace, A knight sits alone, with sorrow on his face. Petals of gold and crimson, swaying in the breeze, Echo the silent whispers of the knight's unease. His armor, once gleaming, now tarnished and worn, Reflects the weight of battles, the scars he has borne. His sword lies beside him, a symbol of the past, Of wars waged and victories that could never last. He gazes at the horizon, where the sun begins to rise, Its light a reminder of countless goodbyes. For though the day is dawning, with promise in its light, The knight feels only shadows, the remnants of the night. His thoughts drift back to days of yore, To comrades lost and loves no more. He wonders where the time has gone, And why he feels so all alone. The flowers bloom around him, in vibrant, silent cheer, But they can't dispel the memories, nor the lingering fear. For every petal tells a story, of beauty and of pain, Of moments lost forever, like tears in the rain. He thinks of home, a place now distant, A memory fading, growing inconsistent. The faces of those he cherished, now ghosts in his mind, Leave him aching for the solace he can no longer find. The morning dew, like tears, adorns each fragile bloom, Reflecting the knight's sorrow, his ever-present gloom. The world awakens, full of life and song, Yet he feels adrift, where he no longer belongs. He ponders on the purpose, the quest that led him here, Through lands of untold dangers, through many a fear. Was it glory he sought, or honor to uphold? Or was he chasing shadows, in a story often told? In the quiet of the morning, with the flowers at his feet, He confronts his inner demons, the battles of defeat. For though the fields are lovely, with colors so divine, They cannot heal the emptiness, nor the ravages of time. A gentle breeze caresses, as if to soothe his pain, But it only stirs the heartache, like a never-ending rain. The sun climbs ever higher, casting light on all he sees, Yet the knight feels only darkness, carried by the breeze. He knows not where his path will lead, nor how to find his way, In a world that feels so foreign, in the light of day. The flowers sway around him, in a dance of life and death, As the knight breathes deeply, a solitary breath. For in this field of flowers, so vibrant and alive, He feels the weight of lifetimes, the struggle to survive. And though he is a warrior, strong and brave and true, He cannot escape the sorrow, that forever shadows his view. So he sits amidst the beauty, with a heart so full of pain, A knight lost in the morning, yearning for the rain. For the tears that fall like dew drops, are a testament to his plight, In a field of flowers, in the soft morning light.
Blessed trinity Sunday to you all here ✝️
Hold on to your faith, Knights.
This is a VIBE in 240p
Double the vibe in 144p
Bro Greetings from Turkey
beautiful music
This one is heavy
Exquisite as always
I need to know where are these backgrounds coming from. I love them! They match the ambient music so well! I would love to use them as my backgrounds for my PC!
midjourney
time is flying bro, I feel like i am going to turn 80 tomorrow when im only 16. Why couldnt things just slow down
Enjoy it while you can, enjoy your friends and family. You never know when you will wake up and not be able to tell them how much they mean to you anymore.
It seems the past faster as we grow older. 😞
You must slow yourself down my friend, the world follows suit. #ITSALLINYOURHEAD
don’t focus on the destination, but the journey
Yeah same I also turned 16 but feel as though 80 is coming closer than I think
where do you get these wallpapers
i think he does it using AI
or himself make if he is a digital artist
@@guilhermebeatriz7215 wich AI would it be if you got an idea.
midjourney
@@spiritual_brothertysm for share
I love you 🛡️⚔️
What command prompt do you use? tryna get something like this as a wallpaper for my pc
Well the title seems to match the image because this knight looks like he was transported from medieval times to modern days.
im tired but who will i go to when i even dont have myself
### The Lament of the Lost Knight
In a field of flowers, beneath the morning's grace,
A knight sits alone, with sorrow on his face.
Petals of gold and crimson, swaying in the breeze,
Echo the silent whispers of the knight's unease.
His armor, once gleaming, now tarnished and worn,
Reflects the weight of battles, the scars he has borne.
His sword lies beside him, a symbol of the past,
Of wars waged and victories that could never last.
He gazes at the horizon, where the sun begins to rise,
Its light a reminder of countless goodbyes.
For though the day is dawning, with promise in its light,
The knight feels only shadows, the remnants of the night.
His thoughts drift back to days of yore,
To comrades lost and loves no more.
He wonders where the time has gone,
And why he feels so all alone.
The flowers bloom around him, in vibrant, silent cheer,
But they can't dispel the memories, nor the lingering fear.
For every petal tells a story, of beauty and of pain,
Of moments lost forever, like tears in the rain.
He thinks of home, a place now distant,
A memory fading, growing inconsistent.
The faces of those he cherished, now ghosts in his mind,
Leave him aching for the solace he can no longer find.
The morning dew, like tears, adorns each fragile bloom,
Reflecting the knight's sorrow, his ever-present gloom.
The world awakens, full of life and song,
Yet he feels adrift, where he no longer belongs.
He ponders on the purpose, the quest that led him here,
Through lands of untold dangers, through many a fear.
Was it glory he sought, or honor to uphold?
Or was he chasing shadows, in a story often told?
In the quiet of the morning, with the flowers at his feet,
He confronts his inner demons, the battles of defeat.
For though the fields are lovely, with colors so divine,
They cannot heal the emptiness, nor the ravages of time.
A gentle breeze caresses, as if to soothe his pain,
But it only stirs the heartache, like a never-ending rain.
The sun climbs ever higher, casting light on all he sees,
Yet the knight feels only darkness, carried by the breeze.
He knows not where his path will lead, nor how to find his way,
In a world that feels so foreign, in the light of day.
The flowers sway around him, in a dance of life and death,
As the knight breathes deeply, a solitary breath.
For in this field of flowers, so vibrant and alive,
He feels the weight of lifetimes, the struggle to survive.
And though he is a warrior, strong and brave and true,
He cannot escape the sorrow, that forever shadows his view.
So he sits amidst the beauty, with a heart so full of pain,
A knight lost in the morning, yearning for the rain.
For the tears that fall like dew drops, are a testament to his plight,
In a field of flowers, in the soft morning light.
Every day is another fight
Si