Does anyone ever feel like they were born in the wrong world? I feel at home when thinking about a different world, just a feeling of peace, like I've been there before, and like it's the best place to return to But the world I'm in, it feels distant and lonely, even the life I lived and the people I know, everything just feels different, like I don't know anyone I wonder if I was born into the wrong world
World, time,...everything. All the time. But not sure where I belong. Still looking and trying on different times to see which fit the best. Maybe I'm timeless and just weaving in and out. Appearing and disappearing at different times in my life. Maybe time has lost track of me and is searching. Hello...I'm here. I'll wait until I feel the need to move on. If you missed me...please try again. I'll be in and out. Back and forth. I'll watch for you. Til we meet again. A Time Traveler.
It sometimes feels as though I have been moved to a different earth that looks exactly the same. But this world feels cold and without feeling. People never really connect, or heartfelt truthful soul connections are rare. This seemed to have happened sometime after year 2003. Now covid just makes it even more lonely and isolated. Also I miss a world that was not obsessed with technology. Perhaps it is the end of joy and optimism I long to feel again. Just too much sadness. 😞😔
i’m missing the old me, the old me who was drawn to poets, novels, arts and music. the old me who loves fairytales and myths... and now thanks to this 😭 i finally get myself back up. words are tangled on my mind, but now i think i now know how to untangle them piece by piece ❤️ i feel like i am finally HOME.
I want to feel like home to.....However I can't right now..... Im so stressed, my friends, my school, i just really can't though this playlist is super magical i still feel like i'm in the real world, i just want to rest
My grandmother had a wardrobe that was filled with fur coats and the paint from it had long begun to peel off, but still stood tall pressed against the wall. She would tell me stories of the adventures she had in there of a distant land that lived in there, as long as you just believed. That the world filled with magical sorts, was called Narnia. She even did tell me the stories of polite, talking foxes she would see and the whispering trees, goat-men that could play the flutes and soaring-high griffins. Now, I've gone in there a dozen times and I'll tell you that what you reached was always the back of the wall, but even older me still had this hope it was real. No one believed her though and perhaps that might of upset her, but their opinions never changed her mind about what she saw. Oddly in April, it began to snow and it was the very day she passed away. When everything was being moved out of the house, the last thing left standing was that very wardrobe. Staring at it for a long while, I decided to give it one more shot and while I struggled to the end, I still can't believe it. My very fingertips were poked by a leaf of a bush and I pushed through it to find a familiar lamp post. On that lampost had a very polite piece of paper taped onto it. It said, with my grandmother's handwriting, "you don't have to see it, to believe it. It exists within your heart through love and your soul." It turned out, she (or whomever) had connected the wardrobe back to the wall that leads to her backyard and you could open it. Either way, I still believe and _how_ it happened isn't the answer. She really was in Narnia, her own world, and as the title says, "nostalgic for a fairytale" she was once in.
@@yuecubed please accept my apologies too🤧i just found your channel today and went through almost all the videos I love the music choice for each theme You are soo underrated bruhhh
The song at 03:26 felt like: It was in the way they walked, heads held high. It was in the way they laughed and sang, and told stories to each other. The way they took a stand against what they thought was wrong. The way they were unified. The courage to face dangers to protect one another. Rallying up their team, making sure everyone was safe and fine. Making sure that everyone was content. That was their hope. And it was what drove them to fulfil their goals. I could never understand humans. But it was a powerful force that they had, an invisible force, and unison. It was called “Hope”.
Small PoV Her hands gripped the railing as she leaned forward. The wind blowing through her hair, cool and calm. Her heart aches, memories started to flood her mind. How many years has it been? A decade or maybe a century? Tears pricked her eyes, turning shiny and glossy. Why did the gods let her live for so long. Everyone, everyone she loved has left her. A wounded heart and a battered emotional unstableness accompanied her everyday. Waiting for the time when she could finally rest. -- “You look lonely, Milady.” A voice spoke from behind her. She turned around, seeing a tall young man with golden hair and emerald eyes. A smile made its way to her plump lips. “I just miss my mother. Nothing to worry about.” She reassured the lad, once again turning around to face the wonderful night scenery. The stars danced, the moon shone ever so brightly like it was made for this night. “Would you mind if I asked you to dance with me, Milady?” The man smiled at her and took out his hand for her to hold. She nods and took his hand, putting her fan on the railing of the tower. “You look incredibly beautiful tonight, Milady.” -- Tears streamed down her face at the memory. How she wished they could dance again. How she wished she could hold him close to her again. Decades had passed and her heart still belonged to the lad. She had been waiting, waiting for him to come back. “You promised me that you’d come back…”
My childhood was a fairytale. Now nothing but glimpses of the past remains. At times I sit alone as nostalgia hits me, flooded by the memories of my once enchanted kingdom.
i didnt have a childhood like that, however i was happy... i used to be happy all the time, play with my family a lot, i even had amazing friends, i was surrounded by lovely people. after i hit puberty, i felt like everything changed, my personality changed, my world around me changed, people around me changed, i stopped talking with anyone or let alone talk to any friend, its not me that changed, its time that changed, but... i miss my childhood so much... sometimes life is just not gonna be the life you wanted, its gonna be the life you have.. i wish i didn't change, stop talking, and behaving weird... i wish people around me would acknowledge me of a normal person... i wish you would know just how hard it is for me when i hit puberty... im still on puberty, life is hell. my childhood became something in the past... and im still living through hell, depression, anxiety, and a lonely life. i ask you to read this with the saddest music you hear about... and please read this with my perspective in mind, so that you can understand my feelings when i type this.. (:
Somehow my heart aches.... it felt like a story of my life is getting replayed in my mind as I listen to this. But at the same time it also feels wonderful.
Here are just small scenarios I thought of that is inspired by the songs: Song 1 : made me think of a man confessing to his lover, he says that he couldn't provide a golden path but he promises to love her and always be by her side. Song 2 : is where a princess is displaying her sword dance and her path to revenge begins. Song 3 : is of two playful siblings having the joy of sharing a secret as they explore the hidden parts of their castle. Song 4 : is of a grandfather scolding his grandchild but then becomes soft and lets him go. He sits by the window and smiles as he watches over his grandchild playing. Song 5 : A dying consort consoling her daughter, advising her to keep smiling and not to lose her pure soul though they have been abandoned by the emperor. Song 6 : May I have this dance? Lily turned and smiled as to indicate she accepted. To the middle, they both danced in the grace of the moon. Its their first dance in public but their hands found each other like old friends. Song 7: A bird in a cage trying to get out. It must go back to its original owner. It struggled for a while, then stopped as a tear fell. "No, it can't be. My master is not dead!" Song 8 : "You are the heir to this family and you must shoulder the responsibilities"- this kept repeating in the young master's head as he drown himself in alcohol. Raised in a strict environment, he doesn't have anyone to turn to with the exception of a beautiful woman that exist with the alcohol. Song 9 : Having to choose between her husband and her son, she was forced to poison one of them. The husband is about old and would die soon, and the child playful and can be tiring. With dinner prepared, the father and son mentally prepared themselves as they sat down. However mother was missing and the only trace of her was a note underneath the plate of where she sits for dinner. Song 10 : Waves crashing along the shores, a cool sea breeze playing with my hair. A little dog ran up to me. I ran leaving prints in the sand. How can I be so energetic when its time for me to leave. Song 11 : My uncle was the goofy one in the family. We all loved him as he makes us smile all the time. But we didn't see, no, it's just we turned a blind eye to his depression. We forgot to tell him that we truly loved him. Song 12 : Walking past a portrait of a cold woman, she was ordinary looking, yet there was something about her that captivated my interest. I stared at her for a while then procced to walk off. Oh yes, I remembered...that I killed her last week. Song 13 : Why are we on eggshells again? I can't breathe properly. Why won't you wake up? I am tired of doing this alone. The TV is running in the background and I sit on the sofa with my cup of hot cocoa and I watch the drama that felt too familiar. Song 14 : The cute princess ran up to me, her footsteps were as if she was on the clouds. She engulfed me in a hug, I was shocked as I was a general with a scarred face. I am pretty sure I look like a scary monster. My body stiffened, I raised my eyes to her face. She smiled sweetly holding onto a bloody knife. Song 15 : Bruised and battered, I lay my body on the floor. I just finished digging a grave, my treasures hidden and the body of my wife above it. Song 16 : The stars twinkled and danced on a black canvas. Oh how I wish to be a part of them. "Take me away," I screamed. Suddenly I was grabbed by the waist and was hoisted into the air. My heart leaped in excitement, but it died as I landed into the arms of my enemy. He smirked and said- "I think you had too much wine at this ball." I scowled and reached for the knife hidden at my thighs. He kept staring at me and why was his hands glued to my thighs? Song 17 : "Not a moment of peace I could have to myself. A puppet in strings is that who I meant to be?"- I complained to the woman decked in red. Her red heels lifted my head as she sat on the throne. " Dear son, its not yet time to pass this lovely throne to you," she replied. Song 18 : Is it time of goodbye? Must we part ways? You see the world in black and white, haven't it occurred to you that sometimes the colors blur out and grey appears?...Teacher, of all the lessons you gave me, your death was the hardest to accept. I still can't see the grey but my vision now is red.
I would love to read that story some time. I love stories revolving around fairy tales or folk tales. I am sorry if that is not what your story is about, although I did assume that by the title. Although, I would love a new story, and would like to read it.
I'm a person who fall in love to the moon, I waited patiently every night to see him and finally talk to him, I always looked at Him high as he was in the sky, there are times that cloud are so dark, and I feel like I can't see him tonight, but far away I see the star, it's remind me that he was Just there, trying to exist upon the dark clouds.. I smile and close my eyes.. I dream of one day ' the sun will embrace the moon, I believed they shared Their lights together for a very long time, they're meant to be, they're connected. They love each other. Today I looked at my window it's 12.afternoon, it makes me amazed how beautiful the day, when u have someone you know being inlove with you .
What a feeling to have when a solid warmth curled up beside you at the depth of night. So loving and delicate. Tender and affectionate. Within a moment, it's like you've fallen in a state of deep meditation, in the here and the now. It's no longer a bed beneath you, but a web of strings that fabricate the whole universe itself. The wavelengths resonates, as they drift you along the gentle current of a river, reflecting ancient gleams from stars and galaxies hundreds of thousands of light years away. In that instance, it suddenly dawns on you, how fortunate you are to be here, how fate has destined for you to be here. The multiverse may exist, as quantum physics says there may be limitless possibilities. Yet you are here. How many stars have been born and died, violently, ever since the birth of the universe, ever since the start of time, to become the iron in your blood, the manganese in your bones, or the zinc in almost every of your enzymes. How your distant ancestors were able to dodge every life-ending threat: predators, ice ages, meteor collisions and a myriad of other events, to survive until their reproductive age. How the right mutations arised at the right time of history, at the right place of the DNA, to allow the right evolutions to take place, and then made you as you are. How your parents managed to find each other among billions of people. How your grandparents did just that. And your great-grandparents. Great-great-grandparents. Great-great-great-grandparents. Or any generetions before that. How the very sperm that carried half of your genetic make-up managed to become the first ever to fuse with your mom's egg - the very egg that succeeded to reach maturity and escaped the fate of deterioting as a polar body. As Binazir says, your chance of existance is a mere one in a ten to the power of almost two point seven million. Which, if you did pay attention to math classes in high school, is close to none. Yet still, you are here. P/s: Well yup, I've just got high from holding my cat in bed lol
My friend, the very first thing I thought of when I read the first three sentences was "This person also has a very nice cat. * ^_^ *" So glad I was right. Please pet your kitty for me, and I'll give mine a scritch for you.
And of those chances your wonderful crystalline sense of self had gotta get used to being on the back nine when you will fade away and arrive at death, just like everybody else. Best not be in denial of your mortality. your parents didn't find each other among millions, there's only so many people you meet, know, and like. Take care of your reputation with them. the mutations in life that arrive at this point also were altered by at least two massive extinction events (as they're called) . Not much changes independently, we evolved in symbiosis with the millions of life forms that inhabit our bodies or live on them, creating an environment we can sustain. Lastly, what has evolved is not the most evolved. We are what life was possible. There is no right or wrong to that , and there is no superiority in that. Humility is the wisdom you seek. Quiet is the voice, wordless is the breath, of nature that sings the song to us babes, innocent in her cradle. At the mercy of entropy, as all living things turn to dust, with no soul or spirit to outlive our dreams. Or whates, trevs.
When I listen to this I can become that little fairytale fairy just fluttering around my Garden Of Jasmine, Roses & Such where I meet the another little fairy and we flutter & bring happiness to all the new an existing fairies that enter here. Much love ♥️🌹✌️🧚🙏😁🍀🕊️🤍🦋🌈⛲🧸🌻
Last night, I’ve talked on discord with one of my dearest friends. We talked about how old we are, how fast everything goes by. How beautiful it would be to drive at night with music blasting and enjoying the time - just us two. He said he was scared of losing us, our friends group. I’ve told him that I’d love to live a life without worries and without responsibility. We’ve talked for hours and eventually when he went to sleep, I listened to this playlist. 3:30am. I stared at my ceiling and wished nothing more than to sit with him on the roof of an old car, looking at the starry night sky. He’s such an amazing person.
seems so many in the comments are seeking a whimsical place away from the world. These songs make me think of the beauty of my creator and the world that will be when He returns. 💗
Yeah… it was a fairytale. I was a princess. His princess. The whole world was mine with Him by my side. We were meant to be. We were free, travelling with the wind. The sun was stroking our skin, the breeze was drawing us closer and closer to the ocean. I remember His hair being a bit too long, constantly getting into His face. I remember His bright smile and the shadow in His eyes which He tried to hide but which I noticed. We were young and naive… and He was a little bit broken inside. He was like a hurricane, nothing was never holding Him back. He had no fear. He tried to live that moment the fullest… but then, on that cliff, nothing no longer mattered. There was just me in His head. But I think He knew it was the goodbye kiss. I’m so sorry my baby... I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough...
This made me cry. Because all my memories with my absolute best friends replayed in my head why listening to this, and I have to move away next summer. So it hurts and I'm crying while writing this just so yall know. Thank you for making this, it's truly beautiful 🦋 🥀
Once upon a time, there was a Jester, filled with hope and candor. The Jester lived on the road, carried away by the flow of the universe, with for only companion a bright little dog, showing them the way. One day, the Jester met a fine young person, with bright golden eyes, beautiful ruby shoes, an elegant dress, a magical staff, and a smile as bright as the sun. The girl presented herself as envoy of justice, holding the great power of love, walking the land in search of villain to defeat. Offering to travel with with them, the girl and the Jester walked for three days and three nights. The girl would tell them about the many adventures she had, like the day she made a villain redeem themselves. "Such a wonderful person you are !" said the Jester. The girl, prideful, giggled and clicked her ruby shoes together, making a cheerful sound. "These days are so peaceful, isn't ?" said the Jester. "Oh yes, they are. Peace is good to have, I guess." said the girl. "To keep the world’s peace… I was born, after all." They walked again for three days and three nights. During this time, the Jester noticed that the girl changed a bit. She would gaze into nothing, mumble to herself, and sometimes ignore the Jester. In fact, "peace" was not truly what she wanted. One day, they stopped by a oh so bright town, with children laughing, maiden dancing, and elderly singing. While the Jester took part in the festivity, the girl watched in silence. Worried, the Jester reached for her. "Why is it still so peaceful ? I hate it in here. It's... It's like I'm not even here... I am the chosen one. Who would protect the world besides me ? Someone has to be the villain…" In this instant, something cracked. She vowed to love everything in the world, but now, all she could hear was the sound of hatred, sinking deeper than love. All that was left was a collapsing heart. Taking her wands, she stabbed herself without a second thought. Wings grew from her back, and her dress covered itself in scales. Her once golden eyes became darker than night. In no time, she set the entire town ablaze. The Jester, narrowly escaping out of cheer luck, did not even turn their back. All they could hear was the sound of destruction, and the scream of hatred. On this day, the Jester met hatred, after having met love. Continuing their journey, they met a duo. They met another young person, with a very mundane appearance. The Jester was not even sure if they were a woman or a man. With them, there was a small shy girl, with a green suit, and green hair, and with eyes concealed with cloths, and carrying a small green hammer. "We're travelers too." said the mundane. "My friend right here is a guardian that fight for the justice and balance of this land !" they said proudly. "Isn't that true, my friend ?". The small girl nodded quietly. With the duo, the Jester walked once again for three days and three nights. "And you ?" said the Jester at some point, "Who are you ?" "Me ? I'm no one. I departed from my home long ago, because I was too weak. But with my friend right here, I'm much stronger." "Aren't you just taking strength by proxy ?" retort the Jester. "This is friendship. You use your friends, and they use you. Isn't that true, my friend ?" "Yes. There was no mention of "friendship" in the text of laws. Yet, it seemed to be such a strong power, it could help me in upholding the justice and balance of this land." said the small girl. The mundane smilled quietly, yet proudly. Truth to be told, they did not knew what would be the price of this "friendship". They walked once again for three days and three nights. Like the lady before, the Jester noticed something strange. The small green girl started to mumble to herself too. "We were... friends right ?" she said, falling on her knees. "Are you alright ?" said the mundane. "I need to... threat everyone equally..." As she spoke, her eyebinder started burn away. "Why did you betray me, Hermit ? Did our friendship meant nothing ?" "What are talking talking about, my friend ?" said the mundane. "No ! We're no friends ! You betrayed me ! Sinner of the other world !" said the small girl, her binder eaten her way by acidic tears, revealing red blood eyes. "What do you mean ?! Of course we are ! My friend... Friends use each others. Use me ! For the balance and justice of your land..." In this moment, the mundane found themselves surrounded and engulfed in cloths. I their place, there was now an old, hooded figure, carrying a wand. "At last, we meet again, my old friend." said the figure. "You fall again, betrayed by your dear friend." The small girl, maddened with wrath, changed too. She grew by ten feet, her form changing into something of monster, shedding acid, her hands changed into child-sized hammer heads, and an eye grew on her torso. Growling, she immediately lunged toward the Hermit, knocking away the poor Jester. Deciding to not loose any time, the Jester run away, leaving the two mawing each others. On this day, the Jester met wrath, after having met courage. I'll continue later ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v This story is very much inspired by the video games "Lobotomy Corporation" and "Library of Ruina" by Project Moon, and by the webcomic "Wonderlab" by MIMI. Please check them out !!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
The Jester continued their journey, distraught by their encounters. These people were so wonderful, how come they became so monstrous ? The Jester looked at the sky. It was night. The sky was clear and moonless. A myriad of stars filled the firmament. It was a beautiful, yet melancholic spectacle. The Jester continued their road. Hours passed, and yet the sun did not rise above the horizon. The sky was still at night, filled with the same stars. At one point, the Jester encountered a figure. It was a woman. A very, very tall woman. She wore a beautiful and long black dress, with its lower part being filled with stars. Her long hair, like her dress, was as black as obsidian, and was full of stars too. Despite being long enough to reach her feet, it gracefully floated well above the ground, as if gravity had no power over it. She wore a small, silvery tiara. The most interesting thing about her appearance, however, was her face. One half was white as marble, and had a profound look of melancholy. Her eye was closed, with a few black tears running down her cheek. The other half, however, was frightening. It was as if devoured by a strange pitch-black matter, with thorny horns growing out of it. "Are you alright ?" asked the Jester. "If you asked me that a long time ago, I would have said no. If you asked even before that, I would have said yes. Now, it doesn't really matter anymore." said the woman. "Is there anything that I can do to help you ?" asked the Jester back. "There's nothing you can do. Don't even try, you would just end up making things worst." Her face embittered. "No... I shouldn't say that. Not to someone as innocent as you. Pardon me, kind one." The Jester gazed upon the sky, and back unto her face. "Is that eternal night your doing ?" "Yes, it is, albeit unwillingly. These charcoal tears of mine... helplessly falling like cinders. Embroidering the sky. Once, these stars represented justice. Now, I'm not sure if they even represent anything." Her face lifted up toward the sky. "Yes, justice. I was so proud of me. Now I can only be ashamed of being such a fool." "Have you done something ?" asked the Jester. "There's many thing I have done, and many more things I should have done but that I did not. Do you want to hear the story ? The story of a forgotten knight ? It's not an easy story for the heart, but perhaps sharing the burden will blunt the edge." The woman told her past, for what it seemed to be days. She talked of her vow, and the ones by her three sister. They once fought in the name of everything good. The woman herself was a knight, who enacted justice, in the name of the people and the state. She fought valiantly any evildoer, firmly following the rules of chivalry. However, nothing was truly upheld under her watch. She had to go through an endless ordeal of faith and betrayal. Whenever her heart lifted up, it would fall into the abyss three times as much at one point or another. When her sisters fell one by one, she could not bear it anymore. That endless despair had practically eaten her. In shame, she hide herself from the world. Yet, her desire to protect remained, nested in the husk of her withered pride. "Abandoned by justice, my blades are without any purpose. Kind one, that despair within me, only expressed through black tears... I cannot hold it back. Do not worry for me; it happened many times already. But please, for your own sake, do not look at this pitiful spectacle. Go, and do not turn your back." Several rapiers hovered above the ground. "Ahh, these swords... sharpened with tears and despair… are keens and precises…" In less time that the Jester could understand what was going to happen, the blades pierced the woman. Her body, while stiffened, did not fall. She was not dead at all, even as she should be. The Jester understood that Death would never come for her. Her eye. It was open, for the first time. I was pitch black, with a river of tears, just a dark, flowing out of the socket. Pure, ravenous despair was eating her eye away. The Jester, frightened, found themselves running, even faster than the two last times. They ran away from something even more frightening. Something that could tear away the soul, more than the body. On this day, the Jester met despair, after having met justice.
They ran for many, many hours. Enough to escape the eternal night. They only stopped when they found themselves at a small village, at the edge of a lake. Taking their breath, they found themselves accosted by a child. "Did you came for the treasure too ?" "The... treasure ?" "Yes, the treasure of the lake ! Many people came for it." "Are you alright, stranger, ?" said an old woman coming near. "Oh stop bothering that traveller, you little curious thing ! How about you go help your father at the orchard, huh ?" "Yes grandma !" said the child, running away gleefully. The Jester gazed upon child. They seemed to careless... They reminded them of... something. "Children, we cannot live without them, huh ?" said the old woman. "What is that treasure ?" asked the Jester. "An old tale. On an island on the lake, there's the ruins of an old temple. It is said that it can lead to an underground gallery, with a treasure that could bring endless happiness at the end, but it is also guarded by a terrible fish. Many searched about the fabled treasure, but either found nothing, or vanished. If I was you, I would not get close to this island. But if you are interested, you could ask to one of the fishermen to bring you here." Excited by the prospect of a fabled treasure, and seemingly having momentarily forgotten the reason why they ran for their live, they embarked for the island the day after. They arrived on the morning, a heavy fog was set on the lake. The old ruins of a temple still stand proud, despite the passing of time. The Jester adventured in the ruins. They took twists and turns in it, until they found an ancient ritual room at its heart. In the middle, there was a spiral staircase, plunging deep into the the ground. They found themselves in an old, maze-like underground gallery. At one point, they found themselves in a grand and luminous chamber. Opulent and sturdy columns held the top of the room, covered in gold, carved in complex and beautiful carvings. Turning their back, the Jester admired the gateway they came from. Like the column, it was covered in gold, and a red, rhombus shaped gem overhang at the top. While lavish, the room was strangely empty, with for sole exception a chunk of gold in the middle. The Jester approached the chunk, and found out that it was not a chunk, but rather... a gem ? A seed ? An egg ? What it was, it was bigger than them, and was covered with intricate patterns. They were... so unique. The Jester never saw something like that before. They spend long minutes admiring the carvings. They were similar to the ones on the columns, but it became apparent that the ones on them were merely imitations. The Jester then put their eyes on another particularity of the "egg". On one side, there was a big losange-shaped hole that revealed amber. On further inspection, the Jester found that it was actually a window. They gazed inside, and they saw... A woman. A very beautiful woman, floating gently. The Jester saw their fair share of pretty looking ladies these last days, but none of them looked as gorgeous as her. Her skin was dark brown, like the bark of a tree. They heard that there was a land down in the south were people had dark skin. Did she came from here ? Her hair were white and flowing, and reminded them of gentle clouds, that would punctuate the sky on a bright summer day. She wore a beautiful golden dress, with the same motif as the egg she was contained in. While it reached down to her ankles, it was not very modest. The dress was very form-fitting, espousing her bosom and waist, showing her entire legs, and even a bit of her backside. The Jester shook their head, ashamed of their lack of discretion. They continued to gaze, prying the beautiful jewelry that she worn. Then, they admired her beautiful face. Her expression was that of bliss, and serenity, and slumber, all in one. The Jester found themselves gazing intensely at the "egg" and the woman inside for a very long time. They never felt so... happy. That's what the "egg" was. Pure happiness. "You love it, isn't ?" said a voice, resonating in the Jester's head. "The Aurum Amber... it's bewitching beauty... No. It's me that you love, isn't ?" "Who's there ?" said the Jester. "It's me, the one that you admired so much these last few days." The Jester turned to the woman inside. She had the same expression of peaceful sleep on her face. "Don't be ashamed, we were born to want it. Your basket is so large, all the fruits of the world can't make it full. But, is it so bad to lust for honey when there are flowers ? After all, we are born to pursue happiness." "Why are you in that thing ?" asked the Jester. "Are you trapped ?" "Haha, many before you asked me the same question, how cute. No, quite the reverse, I shut myself in it. Now, why don't you keep gazing ?" "Why ? did you shut yourself in it ?" "Ahh, you're so curious, it's adorable. Now why did I shut myself in ? Well, you see... It's... I..." The voice became silent. "I didn’t realize… that wishing for everyone’s happiness must include my own too… I sometimes felt a terrible dejection, but I did not knew where the pain came from. I no longer entertained a hope for anything, or believed in anything. Things didn't change... They never did." "Why not coming out ? We could be happy together !" said the Jester, innocently. "Coming out ?" Haha... Long ago, to fill the void, I ate many things, even myself. If I come out... Do you want to know something ? The Aurum Amber... it's not happiness. It's greed, in it's purest form." In this moment, the woman inside open her eyes. The "Aurum Amber" started to shift and change, as if it was molten gold. It twisted and turned, swelling even. Thin, bony arms grew out of it, eyes stated to grow on on the sides. At one point, it opened wide, revealing a maw, filled with teeth. It was the shape of a terrible, fish-like monster. The head of the woman hanged from the inside. While her face looked so peaceful in the past, it was now the expression of madness and obsession, her black eyes wide open, with only life the shrunken golden irises inside. "Please, end my hunger." she said, as she lunged toward the Jester, dodging awkwardly. "I feel empty inside... I want to be happy too. I let you be happy for a while, now, it's my turn." The Jester found themselves running through the arch, not even looking back. They run as the wind, like they always did. The monster tried to follow through, but an invisible barrier sealed them in the golden chamber. As the Jester ran without looking back once again, words resonated through their head. "Deep is the sorrow of the world. Greed-deeper still than agony. Sadness says: 'Begone, pass away !' But greed seeks eternity-seeks deep, deep eternity." On this day, the Jester met greed, after having met happiness. It's practically finished, I'l write the end tomorrow o(*￣▽￣*)o
Nostalgia can be good as it can give you new perspective, this video has helped me a lot with my studying. Thank you for making this! To anyone reading this I hope you have a great day.
I clicked this pretty quick without reading the title because the picture was pretty, i was racing against the sun to finish painting something i built. I'm honestly so glad i clicked this because i felt so peaceful and it wasn't super loud so i could still hear the birds around me and i just felt so relaxed. This is now one of my favorite piano playlists ❤
Ahh this is so beautiful. And all the people in the comments getting inspired and writing their amazingly creative stories and poems are something even better. Thank you! That really opens s door to everyone’s creative and dreamy side and I love it. (Sorry, English isn’t my native language so this comment might sound a bit odd)
I'v watched a couple of your videos, I can tell you've put time in to choosing your tracks... beautiful. Thanks to you, I'v found new music I have never heard but now love!
Just something these songs made me think of __________________________________________ Hero Pov: As you ran in front of your loved one, taking their place of death. You remember all those times you and them snuck behind the classroom to share kisses, the times you broke down in their arms, the times you spent with them. " Run away, run away fast, never return! Please!" you yelled with all your strength to your beloved one. Villain Pov: Ashes spread around you after killing your so ever enemy's beloved. You smiled knowing you had finally taken something valuable from them. Something they could never replace. You had finally gotten your revenge, even if it meant you'd never make it to heaven. (I personally prefer the hero POV but I'm proud of how the villain one turned out.)
HOLY SHIT that first song was in a piano compilation I used to love as a child (it was completely lost to time in RUclips). I used to love it and recognized it the moment I heard it! Thanks so much :DDD
ah im so glad this helped find that song!!! i also totally have those songs that i miss for years and finally find on chance and the feeling is amazing 💖
16:06 this hit hard to me, and by seeing the picture too... this just made me feel missing for a place that i knew about, but struggled to remember... it's weird man
Hi, just want to say that your wistful piano playlists are so good. It touches some childhood dreams in me that I have long forgotten. I am sure I will not let life beat me to forget them again.
This entire playlist makes me yearn for love. I'm not a hopeless romantic and I've never mind being single. But this playlist is romance. It's beautiful, it's fun, it's sad, it's whimsical. You'll go through many adventures and challenges with that person, but in the end, it's that person and you, and it's wonderful and true. Someday.. someday I'll have that
Deep in the meadows of Kohalt, there once lived a witch. During festivals she would come into town and put on an amazing firework display every year, but she mainly kept to her cottage just beyond the pond full of frogs until someone would asked her for the odd small miracle or two. Ms. Jonas was what the adults called her, but I, like many children knew her as Nana. In her garden was where her magical "roommates" lived, and sometimes they would come out of their homes in the old hazel to play with the younglings. Her home smelled like mint and books, with a slight baked good aroma. I never saw her library, but the older kids claimed the shelves were chalked full of books about various remedies or magical creatures and she would constantly have some potion brewing in a cast iron cauldron. In the kitchen, she would keep a full jar of cookies on the window still above the stove. If we ever had to spend the night in her home she would tell us bed time stories of her youth, when the village had a whole community of fairy folk and adventurers would crowd our taverns in celebration of their conquest. My favorites was always the ones involving a fairy named Jasper who somehow would escape trouble in every story. Nana had no family that I know of, but she would referred to everyone as "love" in that comforting way only an older woman can. You know, I only knew her for the first five years of my life, but I still miss Nana since the day she passed on.
In the lands of withseberry lived a beautiful fairy named Herieth. She was dancing through the meadows when she saw a boy and fell for him instantly. She was so in love that she gave him a gift. Whenever he meets his true love he will find every kind of happiness in the world and it will be a happily ever after. She then tried to be his beloved but he found someone else and came to tell her about how beautiful and lovely she was, he bid his fairwells after he got married to her and had a great life. On the other side, Herieth was so sad that their was a rainfall for days ruining the village. She dies with her sorrow and love. In the end she was name the sorrow in love. Love is not always pretty and beautiful but still once we love someone it is for us yo bare the worst.
The writers are always in places like that, it's beautiful find they here and read their short stories, even when I´m just learning English fhjasjk Please keep writing, you do it incredible
It felt familiar. Like a distant dream. Something I should remember. Listening to the music just brought me back. To that joyful time. The time I danced through the fields of flowers and forests of warm brown and mossy green in my head, for I was no where close to a flower field. Sitting at the edge of a pond, thinking through the world and watching the flowers float by, and the swans swim. The time when I could laugh the days away, and just smile, a true and lovely smile. I should remember, I should know this time. But I can't. It's like a vivid dream, that was locked away by the day. I long for that time. I long to remember who I was. I long to think the thoughts I thought. I long to feel what I felt. Just one more time. It was the feeling of a rose. Beautiful and Delicate. Elegant and Refined. But flawed and perfect at the same time. It was vivid and strong all at once. I keep longing to open this past, locked away from me. It's the feeling that this was me, from a different time and place. But it doesn't ever leave. The songs didn't leave me. This time didn't either. It's just hard to reach, like reaching out for something, just for it to fade. You could see it still, but it was see through. It will come back one day. And that day, I shall dance in those fields and forests again. I shall sit at that pond and wonder. I shall smile that true and lovely smile. I shall find the lost one I loved. I shall find myself. The music shall play through my head night and day, waiting to be unlocked. I will find it, and the joyful days won't end. It is there, that I will only be really happy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love writing poetry and descriptive speeches, and this playlist inspired me so much! I love this type of music, and this piece of writing rings true to what I feel while listening to it. To all reading this, I hope you are doing well, Darling. Just breath, and relax. No matter where you are, let the music flow through you. Relax and have fun. Have a wonderful day/night. You are wonderful, and shall find the memories someday.
My poor paladin A man of Jehovah with a lady of green Went into the forest to never be seen But unto eyes of emerald sheen My saintly savior whose eyes she adored The spirit of the forest who had a heart so keen Put him to rest The lady with eyes of emerald sheen Buried her love beneath the green
(I know this is gonna sound a lot like Sleeping Beauty but bear with me) Many a story had the young princess Guinevere heard of others who came before her. But in her sixteenth year, she began to question it all. This, according to tales of old, would be the year she found her one true love. But she felt as if all hope was already lost. She spent night after night looking down from her balcony atop a shining white palace, wishing that someday, she could have the same storybook ending. She was, by no means, a repulsive maiden. With fair skin, rich brown hair, green eyes, a smile that lit up every room, and a melodious singing voice directly from the heavens, Guinevere was quite the opposite. But no suitor wanted her. "Well", she sighed, "if I can't find my beloved prince now at sixteen, then when? I may as well grow old alone, and turn to nothing but dust and no children to carry on my legacy." She flopped onto her bed, with a gold frame and a sheer ivory canopy, and cried herself to sleep. The next morning, Guinevere gave not a single thought to what she had said the night before. She carried on with her day as always. Dressed in a regal purple gown, she went out to pick berries for a pie. She so appreciated the work of the royal cooks, she wanted to do them this favor. She knelt down, picking red and purple berries- and a few flowers- and mindlessly began to sing: _"A young man walked through the forest, with his quiver and hunting bow_ _He heard a young girl singing, and followed the sound below_ _There he found the maiden who lives in the willow_ _He called to her as she listened, from a ring of toadstools red_ _'Come with me, my maiden, come from thy willow bed'_ _She looked at him serenely, and only shook her head"_ In that very same wood, a prince was out riding a brown stallion. As the princess kept singing, he followed the enchanting muffled sound. After a few minutes, he saw a girl with brown hair, wearing an elegant purple gown with long sleeves, singing: _"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance_ _See me now, I cannot leave this place_ _Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest_ _Don't ask me to follow where you lead"_ The prince slowly dismounted his horse, and slowly approached the princess. "Excuse me", he said. "I just heard your voice through this wood, and it was so pleasing I just had to find the seraph from whom the song came". Guinevere turned around, seeing behind her a man about her age, perhaps even eighteen or so. He was tall, with golden hair and eyes the color of the sky. They were both surprised and enamored all at once. She thanked the handsome stranger, who bowed and introduced himself as Prince Caspian. Guinevere curtsied right back, introducing herself. The two mounted Caspian's horse, who had gotten himself a drink from the pond. Guinevere pointed Caspian in the right directions to the palace. "Tour the place as you wish", she said. Grabbing her basket of berries, she went into the kitchen to make the filling for her pie. Meanwhile, Caspian, so in love with the beautiful woman with an equally beautiful voice, had an idea of his own. He searched the palace, high and low, looking for a blacksmith or a jeweler. He knew what had to do. Taking 3 small diamonds from the royal jeweler, he asked the blacksmith to place them inside a silver ring. Once the ring was done, he kept it inside his satchel. Guinevere came running from the kitchen. "Caspian! They loved it! I suppose I do have some culinary talents." "I'm very glad", he replied, "but there's something I need to confess. Guinevere, we've known each other not even for a day. But at the same time, it feels as if we've known each other all our lives. And I know I shouldn't move so quickly, but my heart is telling me that now is the right time to ask this question, because I cannot wait any longer to hear your answer." Pulling the ring from his satchel, the prince knelt down on one knee. "Guinevere", he said, smiling, "will you be my bride?" Crying tears of joy, the princess looked her prince in the eyes. "Yes!", she exclaimed. The two embraced. A mere few months later, they stood there at the altar, Guinevere in a stunning white and gold gown with a headpiece to match, and Caspian in a gold tunic with a white cape. They kissed passionately as they were pronounced man and wife, and lived happily ever after.
This is the best piano playlist I've ever come across in my life. You're a treasure @yuecubed. And you have marvelous music taste. I think it can tell about your sensuous personality... Lots of love!
Beautiful, as I am walking into a living, daydream of blissful memories. Remembering when the world was a less complicated place and magic seemed to be a daily pleasure, a destiny. ❤️ Hearts of fire flies, ❤️
Everytime I listen to this, a feeling of satisfaction and contentment fills my heart. It feels like I was once a human with this tunes symbolizing my life. How I wish that I would have that kind of life right now. I'm also happy that this playlist let my poetic and creative mind once again. I'm back at writing my hidden fantasies into a paper that only me knows where. This playlist is incredibly lovely. I'm giving more love to this channel for bringing me this side of myself ♡
ill see what i can do! i recently made "falling into a daydream" playlist that's somewhat similar (tho a lot more romantic than wistfully nostalgic as this one is ahah) but im up for making more study playlists in the future 🥰
Thank you for this, suffering from anxiety and stress. You took it away❤ this song made me thonk of my dog that passed away come to visit and I was able to see him one last time and give him a hug. goodbye
i've never felt yearning more pure and devastating when thinking about my childhood, and how I crossed worlds and tales in my imagination. I would do anything for one more day, carefree and tiptoing between stories and fables just the same as reality. I can't do nearly the same anymore, and I'm convinced that doing so would fix every problem I've created myself.
Hello! Such beautiful songs and I was very happy to see they were all available on Spotify to recreate this list for when I'm drawing/painting/reading :) I just wanted to point out a typo. In your pinned comment with the timestamps you list the song at 40:45 as "Talisman Station", but the title is actually "Talisman Stallion".....and at 45:43 you list the song as "Synthesia" but it's actually "Synesthesia" Thanks!
This randomly came up on my home page and the title alone made me want to write a novella or a short story but the tracks were so lovely and calming. Fantastic playlist!
This just waters my soul and feeds my creativity. Thank you so much for making this I shall listen to it every night falling to sleep and dream wonderful dreams. 💚
alone, deserted, abandoned, bewildered. Why has the dream that comforted me now turned to ashes? Why is the room tinted a yellow hue from the morning sun? Why is the crescent of the moon no longer in sight? These thoughts wash over me, engulf me as I stare at my ceiling fan. For minutes, no hours hoping that this nightmare called reality would come to an end.
somehow i feel like i dont belong in this time like when the music was playing i keep seeing flashbacks of me dancing in a ball room happy and free and i saw a green field and the one i loved the most was there with me the person was putting a fruit in my mouth while we sat on a beautiful mat and looking in to each other's eyes and feeling safe and no one was there to tell us we cant be together cause we kept it as such a secret :( can someone explain? please tell me im not crazy
When your body gets swallowed up by a moment it feels everything. It lasts for longer, like when the days would go on forever as a child. Here is when we are apart. We belong.
Even 2 years later this playlist plays on my heart strings. It's impossible to express how much I love and adore it. Every song hits the deepest parts of my soul
Incandescent is the sky Incandescent the birds that fly high to the clouds but not nearly higher than the golden madallion in the sky that beams bright and kisses ones skin and with that also helps the nurting wildflowers grow incandescent is the only thing to describe this bewildering and bewitching thing we call life...
Whenever i have to study the history of art, i turn on this playlist. It has so odd and strange feeling, as if i traveled back in time to see art being made and performed with my own eyes. As if monumental palaces of renaissance were builden up, baroque tremendous temples were decorated with statues by sculptors on every corner, majestic gothic castles with noble knights and princesses. Don't even get me started on paintings... Art history is not boring as many people think. Students can't appretiate it, because teachers pay incredible attention to it instead of drawing and painting as students, including me often want. Be patient, and soon you'll relise the importance of it all. It's just sad that teachers can't explain it at the beginning...
This list of songs really makes me calm and emotional at the same time. I've been writing my own fantasy novel this past few weeks and this songs really help and inspire me to continue.
Thank you for introducing me to such wonderful neo-classical style music! I love this genre, but whenever I try to look up artists for myself, I usually just find a lot of duds. Thank you for curating the best, and injecting it right into my veins!
This short story just came right at me when listening to this, please pardon my bad writing and grammar I am a native Spanish speaker and still adjusting to the crazy language we call English. :D enjoy At a sacred garden, secret lovers meet every night, this one was not different from others but at the same time it was. The princess and the commoner knew this would be the last time they'd ever see this garden and each other. "His Majesty has decided, my dear, there's nothing we can do about it, I wed tomorrow to that disgusting thing who calls himself a man." she said while walking to the nearby river, his footsteps following hers. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't been such a coward and went to his majesty then perhaps we wouldn't have met this situation." He did as always, blaming himself for everything. She sat by the river bank and so did he "Don't say nonsense my dear, you were wise; if you had told my father, he would had killed you right there and this situation would be much worse. Please do not blame yourself for everything, we are the victims here, our destiny was chosen for us." A tear fell down her eyes before continuing her sentence. "And I do not plan to sell myself to that man, I will not lose myself like that" Her eyes were now cascades of tears. "What do you mean?, you yourself said there is nothing we could do about it". His eyes also started to fill with tears. "You know people say this river is scared" She said while taking off the simple ring that decorated her finger, throwing it off to the ground and walking to the river. her white dress started to transparent as she walked deeper and deeper. "What are you doing?, your beautiful dress..it's ruined now." He mumbled "We won't meet again my dear, at least not in this life." A smile appeared in her face and she extended her arm. When he recognized her intentions, it was like she had bewitched him, he walked into the river, took her hand and kissed it "I promise we will meet again." He told her, both smiling through the pain "Death is only the next step for our happiness, I do not fear it if you take my hand like this." She wept. The two nodded and walked to the deepest part of the river. They had nothing to lose; her family abused her and sold her, he was an orphan who made a living making beautiful oak carvings the only thing they could lose is each other, and they would not let that happen. even if the only way is death. No one knows if the promise came true, but their story was spread all across the kingdom and now they are known as the living proof of "Until death do us part".
This is an amazing playlist to listen to whilst studying (because I tried it) and just for chilling in general. But I do recommend listening to this whilst studying tho
Writing a story I finished the video completely. It was beautiful and I stayed focused and inspired, the songs are beautiful, I love the piano. A like is not enough for everything this content brings. I love everything, thank you there♡🐌
The second piece made me cry. It made me want to miss someone I don't even know. It made me want to have something I've never had and lose it. Weird feelings
I miss my old life. I miss my childhood. Back when I didn't have to worry about my future, about what other people thought of me. Back when my biggest worry was when I was going to get to play with my friends again. When life felt like I was living it. Does anyone else feel like the colours lost their brightness? Everything seems darker, gloomier now. As if the world my eyes lay out to me is a reflection of my inner self. Now, I don't know what my purpose for being is. People say it's just a phase, I'm a young girl, there's so much life is worth living for, but when does it end? I've been stuck here in the dark for three years and still can't see the end of the tunnel. They have no idea how much I wish it was "just a phase"
This is what I seen for the first song lmao Tw: Mentions of someone's last day alive?? It was almost time: time for her soul to be at piece; time for her to go somewhere, hopefully better; time for her to become a mere memory in existence. She looked into the far distance as she sat in a meadow, taking in everything she could see, hear, feel, taste, smell. She looked at a tree, which she had once taken for granted, and admired it's beauty. How it peacefully swayed in the wind, not a care in the world. She felt the winds breeze pass her face, and how it would feel as it fought off the glistering sun. She hear the sound of silence ring through her ears so harmoniously. She smelt the smell of newly cut, clean grass below her. She tasted the fresh, crispy air that filled her lungs. What was once a given to her, was now like a fairy-tale. She was once a dull, repetitious world, was now a fascinating, enchanting world. She started to see the world through new eyes. Eyes that were enlightened by everything that was around them. As she realised what she was going to lose, a tear streamed down her face. She realised she was a fool. She saw the world for what it appeared as to the human mind, and not to what it was actually. What was once a thing she dreaded, was now a thing she admired. She had finally let it all go. She cried - and for the first time, she admired her cries. It was no longer a sad thing, she had admired it. She had always wanted to live a fantasy, little did she know she was, she just took it for granted. So as her last sun set, she lay in her place, and watched her last breath draw near. She wept her tears with a smile. Finally, she could be at peace, but she did not leave with hatred in her heart - she left with a waving smile, knowing that she had lived a life full of magic, she just never took a moment to realise it. *Hope you enjoyed :D* A l s o, i have a wattpad so if you want it its Sorrt_
Just clicked on this for fun and all the good comments here 😌 Really making me feel like I'm in a fairytale... Thanks you all! And the stories that are here, too. Just wow.
at the second song I just started crying for some unknown reason and I couldn’t resist the urge to put on my best dress and dance through the songs ✨ thank you so much for making this playlist and giving me such a beautiful morning haven’t been so happy in a long time 🥹🥹
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✵ [00:00] 1: quiet resource (evelyn stein)
✵ [03:26] 2: happiness does not wait (ólafur arnalds
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✵ [07:38] 3: water ripples (enno aare)
✵ [10:46] 4: a time of wonder (alexis ffrench)
✵ [13:36] 5: sugarcane (ana olgica)
✵ [16:06] 6: reminiscence (johannes bornlöf)
✵ [18:40] 7: butterfly (daigo hanada)
✵ [20:47] 8: fields (kylian rebour)
✵ [22:50] 9: changing winds (alexandra stréliski)
✵ [26:04] 10: remove the complexities (peter sandberg)
✵ [28:20] 11: little memories (megan woffard)
✵ [30:58] 12: gymnopédie no.1 (eric satie)
✵ [34:38] 13: aquatic (sigrid vass)
✵ [37:03] 14: berrylands rd. (yiruma)
✵ [40:45] 15: talisman stallion (béla németh)
✵ [42:46] 16: wildflower (kendra logozar)
✵ [45:43] 17: synesthesia (peter sandberg)
✵ [47:38] 18: and the flowers were gray (evelyn stein)
Absolutely wonderful music❤️thank you so much
@@Thermopylae66 thank you for listening! glad you think so!!
This is just the music I needed! Thank you!
y'all try Agnes obey if dis ur vibe I luv her so much
Thank you so much for this ❤🐰
Time to sleep ❌
Time to DREAM ✔
dream well! 🥰
What I say every night
YEEEES
infjs and infps are here i guess, this is our most safe place to be.
bestie..iy expose me
infj-t hiiiii
ISFP here :0
don't forget us enfps baby!
Us fairy babies
Does anyone ever feel like they were born in the wrong world?
I feel at home when thinking about a different world, just a feeling of peace, like I've been there before, and like it's the best place to return to
But the world I'm in, it feels distant and lonely, even the life I lived and the people I know, everything just feels different, like I don't know anyone
I wonder if I was born into the wrong world
i feel the same 😭
as a thinking introvert i can say so too
I don’t feel like I was meant for another world, but I currently can’t find my meaning in the world I’m in right now
World, time,...everything. All the time. But not sure where I belong. Still looking and trying on different times to see which fit the best.
Maybe I'm timeless and just weaving in and out.
Appearing and disappearing at different times in my life.
Maybe time has lost track of me and is searching.
Hello...I'm here. I'll wait until I feel the need to move on.
If you missed me...please try again. I'll be in and out. Back and forth.
I'll watch for you.
Til we meet again.
A Time Traveler.
It sometimes feels as though I have been moved to a different earth that looks exactly the same. But this world feels cold and without feeling. People never really connect, or heartfelt truthful soul connections are rare. This seemed to have happened sometime after year 2003. Now covid just makes it even more lonely and isolated. Also I miss a world that was not obsessed with technology. Perhaps it is the end of joy and optimism I long to feel again. Just too much sadness. 😞😔
i’m missing the old me, the old me who was drawn to poets, novels, arts and music. the old me who loves fairytales and myths... and now thanks to this 😭 i finally get myself back up. words are tangled on my mind, but now i think i now know how to untangle them piece by piece ❤️ i feel like i am finally HOME.
im so happy to hear that!!
I know how you feel. I used to write stories all the time and over time, I just stopped.
This comment and playlist just opened a door locked away in my heart. Can't thank you enough.
I want to feel like home to.....However I can't right now..... Im so stressed, my friends, my school, i just really can't though this playlist is super magical i still feel like i'm in the real world, i just want to rest
I’m still her every day.
My grandmother had a wardrobe that was filled with fur coats and the paint from it had long begun to peel off, but still stood tall pressed against the wall.
She would tell me stories of the adventures she had in there of a distant land that lived in there, as long as you just believed. That the world filled with magical sorts, was called Narnia. She even did tell me the stories of polite, talking foxes she would see and the whispering trees, goat-men that could play the flutes and soaring-high griffins. Now, I've gone in there a dozen times and I'll tell you that what you reached was always the back of the wall, but even older me still had this hope it was real.
No one believed her though and perhaps that might of upset her, but their opinions never changed her mind about what she saw.
Oddly in April, it began to snow and it was the very day she passed away. When everything was being moved out of the house, the last thing left standing was that very wardrobe.
Staring at it for a long while, I decided to give it one more shot and while I struggled to the end, I still can't believe it.
My very fingertips were poked by a leaf of a bush and I pushed through it to find a familiar lamp post. On that lampost had a very polite piece of paper taped onto it.
It said, with my grandmother's handwriting, "you don't have to see it, to believe it. It exists within your heart through love and your soul."
It turned out, she (or whomever) had connected the wardrobe back to the wall that leads to her backyard and you could open it. Either way, I still believe and _how_ it happened isn't the answer. She really was in Narnia, her own world, and as the title says, "nostalgic for a fairytale" she was once in.
aww omg this is so incredibly beautiful 😭💖 i love narnia so much, ty for sharing this story
@@yuecubed Thank you so much and I shan't ever forget it - thank you very kindly for commenting and enjoying it.
I love this, it's such a beautiful twist on Narnia and a reflection of the magic hidden in the corners of our reality
@@constellationed That is very true! You just never know. Thank you for commenting
Brilliant.🦁
THE FIRST ONE IS EXACTLY WHAT VIBE I WAS LOOKIN FOR
samee omg, when i heard the song i chose to play first, i was just so stricken to make a playlist about it
Same ♡
Yes the first one is what caught my attention, definitely
I feel the need to apologize for finding this chanel just now. You're so underrated !! I'm glad I found you..
thank you so much!! that really means a lot to me.
This comment made me sub
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@@yuecubed please accept my apologies too🤧i just found your channel today and went through almost all the videos
I love the music choice for each theme
You are soo underrated bruhhh
My dumbass real 'Chanel' the brand....;D
The song at 03:26 felt like:
It was in the way they walked, heads held high.
It was in the way they laughed and sang, and told stories to each other.
The way they took a stand against what they thought was wrong.
The way they were unified.
The courage to face dangers to protect one another.
Rallying up their team, making sure everyone was safe and fine.
Making sure that everyone was content.
That was their hope.
And it was what drove them to fulfil their goals.
I could never understand humans.
But it was a powerful force that they had, an invisible force, and unison.
It was called “Hope”.
wow that's beautiful!
Dang that’s such a wonderful poem
thank you :]@@yusinu6642
thanks!!! (adfjkllajkdfs im so sorry i didn't see this until now)@@poornamainkar1642
omg wow! good job
I am LOVING the mini library in the comments! I swear everyone here is so talented
Small PoV
Her hands gripped the railing as she leaned forward. The wind blowing through her hair, cool and calm. Her heart aches, memories started to flood her mind. How many years has it been? A decade or maybe a century? Tears pricked her eyes, turning shiny and glossy.
Why did the gods let her live for so long. Everyone, everyone she loved has left her. A wounded heart and a battered emotional unstableness accompanied her everyday. Waiting for the time when she could finally rest.
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“You look lonely, Milady.” A voice spoke from behind her. She turned around, seeing a tall young man with golden hair and emerald eyes. A smile made its way to her plump lips. “I just miss my mother. Nothing to worry about.” She reassured the lad, once again turning around to face the wonderful night scenery.
The stars danced, the moon shone ever so brightly like it was made for this night. “Would you mind if I asked you to dance with me, Milady?” The man smiled at her and took out his hand for her to hold. She nods and took his hand, putting her fan on the railing of the tower.
“You look incredibly beautiful tonight, Milady.”
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Tears streamed down her face at the memory. How she wished they could dance again. How she wished she could hold him close to her again. Decades had passed and her heart still belonged to the lad. She had been waiting, waiting for him to come back.
“You promised me that you’d come back…”
It’s a GOOD STORY and in the end THIS IS SAD THANK YOU FOR THIS STORY🧚♀️🤍
My childhood was a fairytale. Now nothing but glimpses of the past remains. At times I sit alone as nostalgia hits me, flooded by the memories of my once enchanted kingdom.
Toma Yuu, it's as if you have read my mind......
i didnt have a childhood like that, however i was happy...
i used to be happy all the time, play with my family a lot, i even had amazing friends, i was surrounded by lovely people.
after i hit puberty, i felt like everything changed, my personality changed, my world around me changed, people around me changed, i stopped talking with anyone or let alone talk to any friend, its not me that changed, its time that changed, but...
i miss my childhood so much...
sometimes life is just not gonna be the life you wanted, its gonna be the life you have..
i wish i didn't change, stop talking, and behaving weird...
i wish people around me would acknowledge me of a normal person...
i wish you would know just how hard it is for me when i hit puberty...
im still on puberty, life is hell.
my childhood became something in the past...
and im still living through hell, depression, anxiety, and a lonely life.
i ask you to read this with the saddest music you hear about...
and please read this with my perspective in mind, so that you can understand my feelings when i type this.. (:
Somehow my heart aches.... it felt like a story of my life is getting replayed in my mind as I listen to this. But at the same time it also feels wonderful.
thank you for listening 🥰 i also get the same vibes when i listen to this playlist!
Saudade 🌛🧚♀️🌠
I'm feeling the same...
Here are just small scenarios I thought of that is inspired by the songs:
Song 1 : made me think of a man confessing to his lover, he says that he couldn't provide a golden path but he promises to love her and always be by her side.
Song 2 : is where a princess is displaying her sword dance and her path to revenge begins.
Song 3 : is of two playful siblings having the joy of sharing a secret as they explore the hidden parts of their castle.
Song 4 : is of a grandfather scolding his grandchild but then becomes soft and lets him go. He sits by the window and smiles as he watches over his grandchild playing.
Song 5 : A dying consort consoling her daughter, advising her to keep smiling and not to lose her pure soul though they have been abandoned by the emperor.
Song 6 : May I have this dance? Lily turned and smiled as to indicate she accepted. To the middle, they both danced in the grace of the moon. Its their first dance in public but their hands found each other like old friends.
Song 7: A bird in a cage trying to get out. It must go back to its original owner. It struggled for a while, then stopped as a tear fell. "No, it can't be. My master is not dead!"
Song 8 : "You are the heir to this family and you must shoulder the responsibilities"- this kept repeating in the young master's head as he drown himself in alcohol. Raised in a strict environment, he doesn't have anyone to turn to with the exception of a beautiful woman that exist with the alcohol.
Song 9 : Having to choose between her husband and her son, she was forced to poison one of them. The husband is about old and would die soon, and the child playful and can be tiring. With dinner prepared, the father and son mentally prepared themselves as they sat down. However mother was missing and the only trace of her was a note underneath the plate of where she sits for dinner.
Song 10 : Waves crashing along the shores, a cool sea breeze playing with my hair. A little dog ran up to me. I ran leaving prints in the sand. How can I be so energetic when its time for me to leave.
Song 11 : My uncle was the goofy one in the family. We all loved him as he makes us smile all the time. But we didn't see, no, it's just we turned a blind eye to his depression. We forgot to tell him that we truly loved him.
Song 12 : Walking past a portrait of a cold woman, she was ordinary looking, yet there was something about her that captivated my interest. I stared at her for a while then procced to walk off. Oh yes, I remembered...that I killed her last week.
Song 13 : Why are we on eggshells again? I can't breathe properly. Why won't you wake up? I am tired of doing this alone. The TV is running in the background and I sit on the sofa with my cup of hot cocoa and I watch the drama that felt too familiar.
Song 14 : The cute princess ran up to me, her footsteps were as if she was on the clouds. She engulfed me in a hug, I was shocked as I was a general with a scarred face. I am pretty sure I look like a scary monster. My body stiffened, I raised my eyes to her face. She smiled sweetly holding onto a bloody knife.
Song 15 : Bruised and battered, I lay my body on the floor. I just finished digging a grave, my treasures hidden and the body of my wife above it.
Song 16 : The stars twinkled and danced on a black canvas. Oh how I wish to be a part of them. "Take me away," I screamed. Suddenly I was grabbed by the waist and was hoisted into the air. My heart leaped in excitement, but it died as I landed into the arms of my enemy. He smirked and said- "I think you had too much wine at this ball." I scowled and reached for the knife hidden at my thighs. He kept staring at me and why was his hands glued to my thighs?
Song 17 : "Not a moment of peace I could have to myself. A puppet in strings is that who I meant to be?"- I complained to the woman decked in red. Her red heels lifted my head as she sat on the throne. " Dear son, its not yet time to pass this lovely throne to you," she replied.
Song 18 : Is it time of goodbye? Must we part ways? You see the world in black and white, haven't it occurred to you that sometimes the colors blur out and grey appears?...Teacher, of all the lessons you gave me, your death was the hardest to accept. I still can't see the grey but my vision now is red.
The description came from you heart...pure and beautiful 😍
@@JayJay-xk6uu 🥰🥰
wow, omg i love this so much!! youre incredible 🥺💗💗💗
@@yuecubed 🥰💜
soo trueeee
i closed my eyes and imagined another me, they were beautiful-
(this also reminds me on a story I'm working on so yes yes)
im glad to hear that! wishing you best of luck with your story toooo 🥰
@@yuecubed Tysm! I love ur playlists, subscribed!
hey, you are already beautiful!
I would love to read that story some time. I love stories revolving around fairy tales or folk tales. I am sorry if that is not what your story is about, although I did assume that by the title. Although, I would love a new story, and would like to read it.
and then another ad comes up 😂
I'm a person who fall in love to the moon, I waited patiently every night to see him and finally talk to him, I always looked at Him high as he was in the sky, there are times that cloud are so dark, and I feel like I can't see him tonight, but far away I see the star, it's remind me that he was Just there, trying to exist upon the dark clouds.. I smile and close my eyes.. I dream of one day ' the sun will embrace the moon, I believed they shared Their lights together for a very long time, they're meant to be, they're connected. They love each other. Today I looked at my window it's 12.afternoon, it makes me amazed how beautiful the day, when u have someone you know being inlove with you .
this is so beautiful
@@yuecubed thanks
What a feeling to have when a solid warmth curled up beside you at the depth of night. So loving and delicate. Tender and affectionate. Within a moment, it's like you've fallen in a state of deep meditation, in the here and the now. It's no longer a bed beneath you, but a web of strings that fabricate the whole universe itself. The wavelengths resonates, as they drift you along the gentle current of a river, reflecting ancient gleams from stars and galaxies hundreds of thousands of light years away. In that instance, it suddenly dawns on you, how fortunate you are to be here, how fate has destined for you to be here.
The multiverse may exist, as quantum physics says there may be limitless possibilities.
Yet you are here.
How many stars have been born and died, violently, ever since the birth of the universe, ever since the start of time, to become the iron in your blood, the manganese in your bones, or the zinc in almost every of your enzymes.
How your distant ancestors were able to dodge every life-ending threat: predators, ice ages, meteor collisions and a myriad of other events, to survive until their reproductive age.
How the right mutations arised at the right time of history, at the right place of the DNA, to allow the right evolutions to take place, and then made you as you are.
How your parents managed to find each other among billions of people. How your grandparents did just that. And your great-grandparents. Great-great-grandparents. Great-great-great-grandparents. Or any generetions before that.
How the very sperm that carried half of your genetic make-up managed to become the first ever to fuse with your mom's egg - the very egg that succeeded to reach maturity and escaped the fate of deterioting as a polar body.
As Binazir says, your chance of existance is a mere one in a ten to the power of almost two point seven million.
Which, if you did pay attention to math classes in high school, is close to none.
Yet still, you are here.
P/s: Well yup, I've just got high from holding my cat in bed lol
this was incredibly beautiful and moving! this comment needs more likes, it's so good 😭💖 existence is indeed near impossible yet so amazing
This made me burst into tears, I'm so emotional! This was beautiful and just what I needed to read. Thank you so much!
My friend, the very first thing I thought of when I read the first three sentences was "This person also has a very nice cat. * ^_^ *" So glad I was right. Please pet your kitty for me, and I'll give mine a scritch for you.
And of those chances your wonderful crystalline sense of self had gotta get used to being on the back nine when you will fade away and arrive at death, just like everybody else. Best not be in denial of your mortality.
your parents didn't find each other among millions, there's only so many people you meet, know, and like. Take care of your reputation with them.
the mutations in life that arrive at this point also were altered by at least two massive extinction events (as they're called) . Not much changes independently, we evolved in symbiosis with the millions of life forms that inhabit our bodies or live on them, creating an environment we can sustain.
Lastly, what has evolved is not the most evolved. We are what life was possible. There is no right or wrong to that , and there is no superiority in that.
Humility is the wisdom you seek. Quiet is the voice, wordless is the breath, of nature that sings the song to us babes, innocent in her cradle. At the mercy of entropy, as all living things turn to dust, with no soul or spirit to outlive our dreams. Or whates, trevs.
I have been really stressed out lately and this playlist helped so much. Along with blowing up Minecraft villages
hahah hope you had lots of fun!!
@@yuecubed Awe thanks! I did
The vibes don't really match, but I am exactly the same way.
When I listen to this I can become that little fairytale fairy just fluttering around my Garden Of Jasmine, Roses & Such where I meet the another little fairy and we flutter & bring happiness to all the new an existing fairies that enter here. Much love ♥️🌹✌️🧚🙏😁🍀🕊️🤍🦋🌈⛲🧸🌻
so glad to hear that 🥰 it sounds lovely!! tysm for listening!
22 seconds in and I'm crying. Thank you for the tears.
This makes me feel safe and at home ❤
"what happens when you die"
He took her hand
"let me show you"
Last night, I’ve talked on discord with one of my dearest friends. We talked about how old we are, how fast everything goes by. How beautiful it would be to drive at night with music blasting and enjoying the time - just us two. He said he was scared of losing us, our friends group.
I’ve told him that I’d love to live a life without worries and without responsibility. We’ve talked for hours and eventually when he went to sleep, I listened to this playlist.
3:30am. I stared at my ceiling and wished nothing more than to sit with him on the roof of an old car, looking at the starry night sky.
He’s such an amazing person.
Listening to this while reading "The Folk Of The Air" series during lockdown is such a therapy .
seems so many in the comments are seeking a whimsical place away from the world. These songs make me think of the beauty of my creator and the world that will be when He returns. 💗
Yeah… it was a fairytale. I was a princess. His princess. The whole world was mine with Him by my side. We were meant to be. We were free, travelling with the wind. The sun was stroking our skin, the breeze was drawing us closer and closer to the ocean. I remember His hair being a bit too long, constantly getting into His face. I remember His bright smile and the shadow in His eyes which He tried to hide but which I noticed. We were young and naive… and He was a little bit broken inside. He was like a hurricane, nothing was never holding Him back. He had no fear. He tried to live that moment the fullest… but then, on that cliff, nothing no longer mattered. There was just me in His head. But I think He knew it was the goodbye kiss.
I’m so sorry my baby... I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough...
awww omg!! 🥺🥺🥺 this brought tears to my eyes
@@yuecubed
This made me cry. Because all my memories with my absolute best friends replayed in my head why listening to this, and I have to move away next summer. So it hurts and I'm crying while writing this just so yall know.
Thank you for making this, it's truly beautiful 🦋 🥀
Once upon a time, there was a Jester, filled with hope and candor. The Jester lived on the road, carried away by the flow of the universe, with for only companion a bright little dog, showing them the way.
One day, the Jester met a fine young person, with bright golden eyes, beautiful ruby shoes, an elegant dress, a magical staff, and a smile as bright as the sun. The girl presented herself as envoy of justice, holding the great power of love, walking the land in search of villain to defeat. Offering to travel with with them, the girl and the Jester walked for three days and three nights. The girl would tell them about the many adventures she had, like the day she made a villain redeem themselves. "Such a wonderful person you are !" said the Jester. The girl, prideful, giggled and clicked her ruby shoes together, making a cheerful sound.
"These days are so peaceful, isn't ?" said the Jester. "Oh yes, they are. Peace is good to have, I guess." said the girl. "To keep the world’s peace… I was born, after all."
They walked again for three days and three nights. During this time, the Jester noticed that the girl changed a bit. She would gaze into nothing, mumble to herself, and sometimes ignore the Jester. In fact, "peace" was not truly what she wanted.
One day, they stopped by a oh so bright town, with children laughing, maiden dancing, and elderly singing. While the Jester took part in the festivity, the girl watched in silence. Worried, the Jester reached for her.
"Why is it still so peaceful ? I hate it in here. It's... It's like I'm not even here... I am the chosen one. Who would protect the world besides me ? Someone has to be the villain…"
In this instant, something cracked. She vowed to love everything in the world, but now, all she could hear was the sound of hatred, sinking deeper than love. All that was left was a collapsing heart.
Taking her wands, she stabbed herself without a second thought. Wings grew from her back, and her dress covered itself in scales. Her once golden eyes became darker than night. In no time, she set the entire town ablaze. The Jester, narrowly escaping out of cheer luck, did not even turn their back. All they could hear was the sound of destruction, and the scream of hatred.
On this day, the Jester met hatred, after having met love.
Continuing their journey, they met a duo. They met another young person, with a very mundane appearance. The Jester was not even sure if they were a woman or a man. With them, there was a small shy girl, with a green suit, and green hair, and with eyes concealed with cloths, and carrying a small green hammer.
"We're travelers too." said the mundane. "My friend right here is a guardian that fight for the justice and balance of this land !" they said proudly. "Isn't that true, my friend ?". The small girl nodded quietly. With the duo, the Jester walked once again for three days and three nights.
"And you ?" said the Jester at some point, "Who are you ?" "Me ? I'm no one. I departed from my home long ago, because I was too weak. But with my friend right here, I'm much stronger." "Aren't you just taking strength by proxy ?" retort the Jester. "This is friendship. You use your friends, and they use you. Isn't that true, my friend ?" "Yes. There was no mention of "friendship" in the text of laws. Yet, it seemed to be such a strong power, it could help me in upholding the justice and balance of this land." said the small girl. The mundane smilled quietly, yet proudly.
Truth to be told, they did not knew what would be the price of this "friendship".
They walked once again for three days and three nights. Like the lady before, the Jester noticed something strange. The small green girl started to mumble to herself too.
"We were... friends right ?" she said, falling on her knees. "Are you alright ?" said the mundane. "I need to... threat everyone equally..." As she spoke, her eyebinder started burn away.
"Why did you betray me, Hermit ? Did our friendship meant nothing ?" "What are talking talking about, my friend ?" said the mundane. "No ! We're no friends ! You betrayed me ! Sinner of the other world !" said the small girl, her binder eaten her way by acidic tears, revealing red blood eyes. "What do you mean ?! Of course we are ! My friend... Friends use each others. Use me ! For the balance and justice of your land..."
In this moment, the mundane found themselves surrounded and engulfed in cloths. I their place, there was now an old, hooded figure, carrying a wand. "At last, we meet again, my old friend." said the figure. "You fall again, betrayed by your dear friend."
The small girl, maddened with wrath, changed too. She grew by ten feet, her form changing into something of monster, shedding acid, her hands changed into child-sized hammer heads, and an eye grew on her torso. Growling, she immediately lunged toward the Hermit, knocking away the poor Jester. Deciding to not loose any time, the Jester run away, leaving the two mawing each others.
On this day, the Jester met wrath, after having met courage.
I'll continue later ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v This story is very much inspired by the video games "Lobotomy Corporation" and "Library of Ruina" by Project Moon, and by the webcomic "Wonderlab" by MIMI. Please check them out !!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
BESTIE IF U DONT GET BACK HERE AND CONTINUE THIS SHIT RIGHT FUCKING NOW I'M GOING TO TJROW HANDS GET UR ASS BACK HERE IM INVESTED
i looove this!! 😍
The Jester continued their journey, distraught by their encounters. These people were so wonderful, how come they became so monstrous ? The Jester looked at the sky. It was night. The sky was clear and moonless. A myriad of stars filled the firmament. It was a beautiful, yet melancholic spectacle. The Jester continued their road.
Hours passed, and yet the sun did not rise above the horizon. The sky was still at night, filled with the same stars.
At one point, the Jester encountered a figure. It was a woman. A very, very tall woman. She wore a beautiful and long black dress, with its lower part being filled with stars. Her long hair, like her dress, was as black as obsidian, and was full of stars too. Despite being long enough to reach her feet, it gracefully floated well above the ground, as if gravity had no power over it. She wore a small, silvery tiara. The most interesting thing about her appearance, however, was her face. One half was white as marble, and had a profound look of melancholy. Her eye was closed, with a few black tears running down her cheek. The other half, however, was frightening. It was as if devoured by a strange pitch-black matter, with thorny horns growing out of it.
"Are you alright ?" asked the Jester. "If you asked me that a long time ago, I would have said no. If you asked even before that, I would have said yes. Now, it doesn't really matter anymore." said the woman. "Is there anything that I can do to help you ?" asked the Jester back. "There's nothing you can do. Don't even try, you would just end up making things worst." Her face embittered. "No... I shouldn't say that. Not to someone as innocent as you. Pardon me, kind one." The Jester gazed upon the sky, and back unto her face. "Is that eternal night your doing ?" "Yes, it is, albeit unwillingly. These charcoal tears of mine... helplessly falling like cinders. Embroidering the sky. Once, these stars represented justice. Now, I'm not sure if they even represent anything." Her face lifted up toward the sky. "Yes, justice. I was so proud of me. Now I can only be ashamed of being such a fool."
"Have you done something ?" asked the Jester. "There's many thing I have done, and many more things I should have done but that I did not. Do you want to hear the story ? The story of a forgotten knight ? It's not an easy story for the heart, but perhaps sharing the burden will blunt the edge."
The woman told her past, for what it seemed to be days. She talked of her vow, and the ones by her three sister. They once fought in the name of everything good. The woman herself was a knight, who enacted justice, in the name of the people and the state. She fought valiantly any evildoer, firmly following the rules of chivalry. However, nothing was truly upheld under her watch. She had to go through an endless ordeal of faith and betrayal. Whenever her heart lifted up, it would fall into the abyss three times as much at one point or another. When her sisters fell one by one, she could not bear it anymore. That endless despair had practically eaten her. In shame, she hide herself from the world. Yet, her desire to protect remained, nested in the husk of her withered pride.
"Abandoned by justice, my blades are without any purpose. Kind one, that despair within me, only expressed through black tears... I cannot hold it back. Do not worry for me; it happened many times already. But please, for your own sake, do not look at this pitiful spectacle. Go, and do not turn your back."
Several rapiers hovered above the ground. "Ahh, these swords... sharpened with tears and despair… are keens and precises…" In less time that the Jester could understand what was going to happen, the blades pierced the woman. Her body, while stiffened, did not fall. She was not dead at all, even as she should be. The Jester understood that Death would never come for her. Her eye. It was open, for the first time. I was pitch black, with a river of tears, just a dark, flowing out of the socket. Pure, ravenous despair was eating her eye away. The Jester, frightened, found themselves running, even faster than the two last times. They ran away from something even more frightening. Something that could tear away the soul, more than the body.
On this day, the Jester met despair, after having met justice.
They ran for many, many hours. Enough to escape the eternal night. They only stopped when they found themselves at a small village, at the edge of a lake. Taking their breath, they found themselves accosted by a child.
"Did you came for the treasure too ?" "The... treasure ?" "Yes, the treasure of the lake ! Many people came for it."
"Are you alright, stranger, ?" said an old woman coming near. "Oh stop bothering that traveller, you little curious thing ! How about you go help your father at the orchard, huh ?"
"Yes grandma !" said the child, running away gleefully. The Jester gazed upon child. They seemed to careless... They reminded them of... something.
"Children, we cannot live without them, huh ?" said the old woman. "What is that treasure ?" asked the Jester. "An old tale. On an island on the lake, there's the ruins of an old temple. It is said that it can lead to an underground gallery, with a treasure that could bring endless happiness at the end, but it is also guarded by a terrible fish. Many searched about the fabled treasure, but either found nothing, or vanished. If I was you, I would not get close to this island. But if you are interested, you could ask to one of the fishermen to bring you here." Excited by the prospect of a fabled treasure, and seemingly having momentarily forgotten the reason why they ran for their live, they embarked for the island the day after.
They arrived on the morning, a heavy fog was set on the lake. The old ruins of a temple still stand proud, despite the passing of time. The Jester adventured in the ruins. They took twists and turns in it, until they found an ancient ritual room at its heart. In the middle, there was a spiral staircase, plunging deep into the the ground. They found themselves in an old, maze-like underground gallery. At one point, they found themselves in a grand and luminous chamber.
Opulent and sturdy columns held the top of the room, covered in gold, carved in complex and beautiful carvings. Turning their back, the Jester admired the gateway they came from. Like the column, it was covered in gold, and a red, rhombus shaped gem overhang at the top. While lavish, the room was strangely empty, with for sole exception a chunk of gold in the middle. The Jester approached the chunk, and found out that it was not a chunk, but rather... a gem ? A seed ? An egg ? What it was, it was bigger than them, and was covered with intricate patterns. They were... so unique. The Jester never saw something like that before. They spend long minutes admiring the carvings. They were similar to the ones on the columns, but it became apparent that the ones on them were merely imitations. The Jester then put their eyes on another particularity of the "egg". On one side, there was a big losange-shaped hole that revealed amber. On further inspection, the Jester found that it was actually a window. They gazed inside, and they saw...
A woman. A very beautiful woman, floating gently. The Jester saw their fair share of pretty looking ladies these last days, but none of them looked as gorgeous as her. Her skin was dark brown, like the bark of a tree. They heard that there was a land down in the south were people had dark skin. Did she came from here ? Her hair were white and flowing, and reminded them of gentle clouds, that would punctuate the sky on a bright summer day. She wore a beautiful golden dress, with the same motif as the egg she was contained in. While it reached down to her ankles, it was not very modest. The dress was very form-fitting, espousing her bosom and waist, showing her entire legs, and even a bit of her backside. The Jester shook their head, ashamed of their lack of discretion. They continued to gaze, prying the beautiful jewelry that she worn. Then, they admired her beautiful face. Her expression was that of bliss, and serenity, and slumber, all in one.
The Jester found themselves gazing intensely at the "egg" and the woman inside for a very long time. They never felt so... happy. That's what the "egg" was. Pure happiness.
"You love it, isn't ?" said a voice, resonating in the Jester's head. "The Aurum Amber... it's bewitching beauty... No. It's me that you love, isn't ?" "Who's there ?" said the Jester.
"It's me, the one that you admired so much these last few days." The Jester turned to the woman inside. She had the same expression of peaceful sleep on her face. "Don't be ashamed, we were born to want it. Your basket is so large, all the fruits of the world can't make it full. But, is it so bad to lust for honey when there are flowers ? After all, we are born to pursue happiness." "Why are you in that thing ?" asked the Jester. "Are you trapped ?" "Haha, many before you asked me the same question, how cute. No, quite the reverse, I shut myself in it. Now, why don't you keep gazing ?" "Why ? did you shut yourself in it ?" "Ahh, you're so curious, it's adorable. Now why did I shut myself in ? Well, you see... It's... I..." The voice became silent.
"I didn’t realize… that wishing for everyone’s happiness must include my own too… I sometimes felt a terrible dejection, but I did not knew where the pain came from. I no longer entertained a hope for anything, or believed in anything. Things didn't change... They never did."
"Why not coming out ? We could be happy together !" said the Jester, innocently. "Coming out ?" Haha... Long ago, to fill the void, I ate many things, even myself. If I come out... Do you want to know something ? The Aurum Amber... it's not happiness. It's greed, in it's purest form."
In this moment, the woman inside open her eyes. The "Aurum Amber" started to shift and change, as if it was molten gold. It twisted and turned, swelling even. Thin, bony arms grew out of it, eyes stated to grow on on the sides. At one point, it opened wide, revealing a maw, filled with teeth. It was the shape of a terrible, fish-like monster. The head of the woman hanged from the inside. While her face looked so peaceful in the past, it was now the expression of madness and obsession, her black eyes wide open, with only life the shrunken golden irises inside.
"Please, end my hunger." she said, as she lunged toward the Jester, dodging awkwardly. "I feel empty inside... I want to be happy too. I let you be happy for a while, now, it's my turn." The Jester found themselves running through the arch, not even looking back. They run as the wind, like they always did. The monster tried to follow through, but an invisible barrier sealed them in the golden chamber. As the Jester ran without looking back once again, words resonated through their head.
"Deep is the sorrow of the world. Greed-deeper still than agony. Sadness says: 'Begone, pass away !' But greed seeks eternity-seeks deep, deep eternity."
On this day, the Jester met greed, after having met happiness.
It's practically finished, I'l write the end tomorrow o(*￣▽￣*)o
@@NIHIL_EGO aaaah! This is such a good story! I can't wait to see how it ends!
everyone: writes stories
me: tries to act them out
Nostalgia can be good as it can give you new perspective, this video has helped me a lot with my studying. Thank you for making this!
To anyone reading this I hope you have a great day.
thank you so much for listening! hope your studying went/goes well
I clicked this pretty quick without reading the title because the picture was pretty, i was racing against the sun to finish painting something i built. I'm honestly so glad i clicked this because i felt so peaceful and it wasn't super loud so i could still hear the birds around me and i just felt so relaxed. This is now one of my favorite piano playlists ❤
Ahh this is so beautiful. And all the people in the comments getting inspired and writing their amazingly creative stories and poems are something even better. Thank you! That really opens s door to everyone’s creative and dreamy side and I love it.
(Sorry, English isn’t my native language so this comment might sound a bit odd)
your english is wonderful!
I do not regret looking up what i looked up to get to this channel. I am in awe.
I'v watched a couple of your videos, I can tell you've put time in to choosing your tracks... beautiful.
Thanks to you, I'v found new music I have never heard but now love!
aaa thank you! i'm super happy you love them! 🥰
Just something these songs made me think of
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Hero Pov: As you ran in front of your loved one, taking their place of death. You remember all those times you and them snuck behind the classroom to share kisses, the times you broke down in their arms, the times you spent with them. " Run away, run away fast, never return! Please!" you yelled with all your strength to your beloved one.
Villain Pov: Ashes spread around you after killing your so ever enemy's beloved. You smiled knowing you had finally taken something valuable from them. Something they could never replace. You had finally gotten your revenge, even if it meant you'd never make it to heaven.
(I personally prefer the hero POV but I'm proud of how the villain one turned out.)
ahh both are SOO good!! i love both 🥺💖💖
HOLY SHIT that first song was in a piano compilation I used to love as a child (it was completely lost to time in RUclips). I used to love it and recognized it the moment I heard it! Thanks so much :DDD
ah im so glad this helped find that song!!! i also totally have those songs that i miss for years and finally find on chance and the feeling is amazing 💖
16:06 this hit hard to me, and by seeing the picture too... this just made me feel missing for a place that i knew about, but struggled to remember... it's weird man
Hi, just want to say that your wistful piano playlists are so good. It touches some childhood dreams in me that I have long forgotten. I am sure I will not let life beat me to forget them again.
I wish, the whole world's general view was like this, in the video. This can bring romanticism back...also appreciation of beauty.
Internet and mob ruined everything, modernization is what now all humans are so sad and depressed
@@chanceusealeena7952 I think somewhere knowing to strike a balance can make things work for good
This entire playlist makes me yearn for love. I'm not a hopeless romantic and I've never mind being single. But this playlist is romance. It's beautiful, it's fun, it's sad, it's whimsical. You'll go through many adventures and challenges with that person, but in the end, it's that person and you, and it's wonderful and true.
Someday.. someday I'll have that
Deep in the meadows of Kohalt, there once lived a witch. During festivals she would come into town and put on an amazing firework display every year, but she mainly kept to her cottage just beyond the pond full of frogs until someone would asked her for the odd small miracle or two. Ms. Jonas was what the adults called her, but I, like many children knew her as Nana.
In her garden was where her magical "roommates" lived, and sometimes they would come out of their homes in the old hazel to play with the younglings. Her home smelled like mint and books, with a slight baked good aroma. I never saw her library, but the older kids claimed the shelves were chalked full of books about various remedies or magical creatures and she would constantly have some potion brewing in a cast iron cauldron. In the kitchen, she would keep a full jar of cookies on the window still above the stove. If we ever had to spend the night in her home she would tell us bed time stories of her youth, when the village had a whole community of fairy folk and adventurers would crowd our taverns in celebration of their conquest. My favorites was always the ones involving a fairy named Jasper who somehow would escape trouble in every story. Nana had no family that I know of, but she would referred to everyone as "love" in that comforting way only an older woman can.
You know, I only knew her for the first five years of my life, but I still miss Nana since the day she passed on.
A beautiful soul, placed in a moment within space and time to enrich the lives of those around her ;-)
In the lands of withseberry lived a beautiful fairy named Herieth. She was dancing through the meadows when she saw a boy and fell for him instantly. She was so in love that she gave him a gift. Whenever he meets his true love he will find every kind of happiness in the world and it will be a happily ever after. She then tried to be his beloved but he found someone else and came to tell her about how beautiful and lovely she was, he bid his fairwells after he got married to her and had a great life. On the other side, Herieth was so sad that their was a rainfall for days ruining the village. She dies with her sorrow and love. In the end she was name the sorrow in love. Love is not always pretty and beautiful but still once we love someone it is for us yo bare the worst.
this is so amazing, i love your writing! 💗
@@yuecubed I am happy u liked it, your playlist is really pretty
The writers are always in places like that, it's beautiful find they here and read their short stories, even when I´m just learning English fhjasjk
Please keep writing, you do it incredible
ikr the stories they share are so beautiful 😭
It felt familiar. Like a distant dream. Something I should remember. Listening to the music just brought me back. To that joyful time.
The time I danced through the fields of flowers and forests of warm brown and mossy green in my head, for I was no where close to a flower field. Sitting at the edge of a pond, thinking through the world and watching the flowers float by, and the swans swim. The time when I could laugh the days away, and just smile, a true and lovely smile. I should remember, I should know this time. But I can't. It's like a vivid dream, that was locked away by the day. I long for that time. I long to remember who I was. I long to think the thoughts I thought. I long to feel what I felt. Just one more time.
It was the feeling of a rose. Beautiful and Delicate. Elegant and Refined. But flawed and perfect at the same time. It was vivid and strong all at once. I keep longing to open this past, locked away from me. It's the feeling that this was me, from a different time and place. But it doesn't ever leave. The songs didn't leave me. This time didn't either. It's just hard to reach, like reaching out for something, just for it to fade. You could see it still, but it was see through.
It will come back one day. And that day, I shall dance in those fields and forests again. I shall sit at that pond and wonder. I shall smile that true and lovely smile. I shall find the lost one I loved. I shall find myself. The music shall play through my head night and day, waiting to be unlocked. I will find it, and the joyful days won't end. It is there, that I will only be really happy.
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I love writing poetry and descriptive speeches, and this playlist inspired me so much! I love this type of music, and this piece of writing rings true to what I feel while listening to it.
To all reading this,
I hope you are doing well, Darling. Just breath, and relax. No matter where you are, let the music flow through you. Relax and have fun. Have a wonderful day/night. You are wonderful, and shall find the memories someday.
your writing is so so sooo beautiful! ive re-read this so many times, its just so amazing 💗💗💗 tysm for sharing!
@@yuecubed Awwww! TYSM! ❤❤❤❤
as an ambivert entp, these kind of playlists are my source of comfort, thanks for making this
Some of you in these comments should seriously consider writing books they’re so good like Damn-
I can listen to this for an entire week straight and not get bored
OMG! This was beautiful, I wanted to listen to music so I could draw and your music helped me so much. I absolutely loved this.
im so glad to hear that! thank you so much for listening!
@@yuecubed of course^^ your playlist was amazing
My poor paladin
A man of Jehovah
with a lady of green
Went into the forest to never be seen
But unto eyes of emerald sheen
My saintly savior
whose eyes she adored
The spirit of the forest who had a heart so keen
Put him to rest
The lady with eyes of emerald sheen
Buried her love beneath the green
(I know this is gonna sound a lot like Sleeping Beauty but bear with me)
Many a story had the young princess Guinevere heard of others who came before her. But in her sixteenth year, she began to question it all. This, according to tales of old, would be the year she found her one true love. But she felt as if all hope was already lost. She spent night after night looking down from her balcony atop a shining white palace, wishing that someday, she could have the same storybook ending.
She was, by no means, a repulsive maiden. With fair skin, rich brown hair, green eyes, a smile that lit up every room, and a melodious singing voice directly from the heavens, Guinevere was quite the opposite. But no suitor wanted her. "Well", she sighed, "if I can't find my beloved prince now at sixteen, then when? I may as well grow old alone, and turn to nothing but dust and no children to carry on my legacy." She flopped onto her bed, with a gold frame and a sheer ivory canopy, and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Guinevere gave not a single thought to what she had said the night before. She carried on with her day as always. Dressed in a regal purple gown, she went out to pick berries for a pie. She so appreciated the work of the royal cooks, she wanted to do them this favor. She knelt down, picking red and purple berries- and a few flowers- and mindlessly began to sing:
_"A young man walked through the forest, with his quiver and hunting bow_
_He heard a young girl singing, and followed the sound below_
_There he found the maiden who lives in the willow_
_He called to her as she listened, from a ring of toadstools red_
_'Come with me, my maiden, come from thy willow bed'_
_She looked at him serenely, and only shook her head"_
In that very same wood, a prince was out riding a brown stallion. As the princess kept singing, he followed the enchanting muffled sound. After a few minutes, he saw a girl with brown hair, wearing an elegant purple gown with long sleeves, singing:
_"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance_
_See me now, I cannot leave this place_
_Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest_
_Don't ask me to follow where you lead"_
The prince slowly dismounted his horse, and slowly approached the princess. "Excuse me", he said.
"I just heard your voice through this wood, and it was so pleasing I just had to find the seraph from whom the song came".
Guinevere turned around, seeing behind her a man about her age, perhaps even eighteen or so. He was tall, with golden hair and eyes the color of the sky. They were both surprised and enamored all at once.
She thanked the handsome stranger, who bowed and introduced himself as Prince Caspian. Guinevere curtsied right back, introducing herself. The two mounted Caspian's horse, who had gotten himself a drink from the pond. Guinevere pointed Caspian in the right directions to the palace. "Tour the place as you wish", she said. Grabbing her basket of berries, she went into the kitchen to make the filling for her pie.
Meanwhile, Caspian, so in love with the beautiful woman with an equally beautiful voice, had an idea of his own. He searched the palace, high and low, looking for a blacksmith or a jeweler. He knew what had to do. Taking 3 small diamonds from the royal jeweler, he asked the blacksmith to place them inside a silver ring. Once the ring was done, he kept it inside his satchel.
Guinevere came running from the kitchen. "Caspian! They loved it! I suppose I do have some culinary talents."
"I'm very glad", he replied, "but there's something I need to confess. Guinevere, we've known each other not even for a day. But at the same time, it feels as if we've known each other all our lives. And I know I shouldn't move so quickly, but my heart is telling me that now is the right time to ask this question, because I cannot wait any longer to hear your answer."
Pulling the ring from his satchel, the prince knelt down on one knee. "Guinevere", he said, smiling, "will you be my bride?"
Crying tears of joy, the princess looked her prince in the eyes.
"Yes!", she exclaimed. The two embraced.
A mere few months later, they stood there at the altar, Guinevere in a stunning white and gold gown with a headpiece to match, and Caspian in a gold tunic with a white cape. They kissed passionately as they were pronounced man and wife, and lived happily ever after.
The moving sparkly things are so relaxing thank you for making this ❤️
im glad they are!! ty for listening
This is the best piano playlist I've ever come across in my life. You're a treasure @yuecubed. And you have marvelous music taste. I think it can tell about your sensuous personality... Lots of love!
ahh thank youuuu! you are really too kind 🥺💗💗 xoxo
This is hands down my favorite classical music playlist. I need more just like this. The vibe is everything
im incredibly honored to hear that
Beautiful, as I am walking into a living, daydream of blissful memories. Remembering when the world was a less complicated place and magic seemed to be a daily pleasure, a destiny. ❤️ Hearts of fire flies, ❤️
this really helped me while doing my science homework, it's random, but this music comforts me and helps me with random stuff.😉🤙
really glad to hear that :D
Everytime I listen to this, a feeling of satisfaction and contentment fills my heart. It feels like I was once a human with this tunes symbolizing my life. How I wish that I would have that kind of life right now. I'm also happy that this playlist let my poetic and creative mind once again. I'm back at writing my hidden fantasies into a paper that only me knows where. This playlist is incredibly lovely. I'm giving more love to this channel for bringing me this side of myself ♡
oo happy writing!! tysm for listening 🥰💗
I accidently found this channel like couple hours back and I have been binge listening to every playlist AND EVERYTJING IS GOOD WTH
ahh thank you so much!! 💖💖
ask yourself this next time you're self-destructive; would you do/say that to a child?
thank you for this comment, i needed this
Or, would I say this to a loved one?
Ahh! Thank you 😭
I'd love a part 2 to this. This has helped me stay focused and calm the last week during work and study.
ill see what i can do! i recently made "falling into a daydream" playlist that's somewhat similar (tho a lot more romantic than wistfully nostalgic as this one is ahah) but im up for making more study playlists in the future 🥰
@@yuecubed I like that one too! No pressure!
Thank you for this, suffering from anxiety and stress. You took it away❤ this song made me thonk of my dog that passed away come to visit and I was able to see him one last time and give him a hug. goodbye
i've never felt yearning more pure and devastating when thinking about my childhood, and how I crossed worlds and tales in my imagination. I would do anything for one more day, carefree and tiptoing between stories and fables just the same as reality. I can't do nearly the same anymore, and I'm convinced that doing so would fix every problem I've created myself.
now i have more playlist to dance to and pretend like im the main character. Ily btw
you _are_ the main character of your own life 🥺💗💗 ty for listening!
Hello! Such beautiful songs and I was very happy to see they were all available on Spotify to recreate this list for when I'm drawing/painting/reading :) I just wanted to point out a typo. In your pinned comment with the timestamps you list the song at 40:45 as "Talisman Station", but the title is actually "Talisman Stallion".....and at 45:43 you list the song as "Synthesia" but it's actually "Synesthesia" Thanks!
omg thank you for pointing the mistakes out! ive never been good at typing, haha. fixed!
@@yuecubed No problem! And I did, thank you :)
This popped up on my feed two years later, and wow, what a doozy of a title! I absolutely had to come and check it out!❤️
Beautiful!
This randomly came up on my home page and the title alone made me want to write a novella or a short story but the tracks were so lovely and calming. Fantastic playlist!
ah thank youuu!
This just waters my soul and feeds my creativity. Thank you so much for making this I shall listen to it every night falling to sleep and dream wonderful dreams. 💚
alone, deserted, abandoned, bewildered. Why has the dream that comforted me now turned to ashes? Why is the room tinted a yellow hue from the morning sun? Why is the crescent of the moon no longer in sight? These thoughts wash over me, engulf me as I stare at my ceiling fan. For minutes, no hours hoping that this nightmare called reality would come to an end.
this is literally so calming and emotional at the same time I literally love it so so much🥺💗
What is this treasure?!?!💐🏵️💚Soooo lucky I found your channel today!!!
I fell asleep listening to this.
I always fall asleep to your playlists they make me feel like I'm in a fairytale
aww im so happy to hear that, sleep well!
somehow i feel like i dont belong in this time like when the music was playing i keep seeing flashbacks of me dancing in a ball room happy and free and i saw a green field and the one i loved the most was there with me the person was putting a fruit in my mouth while we sat on a beautiful mat and looking in to each other's eyes and feeling safe and no one was there to tell us we cant be together cause we kept it as such a secret :( can someone explain? please tell me im not crazy
When your body gets swallowed up by a moment it feels everything. It lasts for longer, like when the days would go on forever as a child. Here is when we are apart. We belong.
Even 2 years later this playlist plays on my heart strings. It's impossible to express how much I love and adore it. Every song hits the deepest parts of my soul
Incandescent is the sky
Incandescent the birds that fly high to the clouds
but not nearly higher than the golden madallion in the sky
that beams bright
and kisses ones skin and with that also helps
the nurting wildflowers grow
incandescent is the only thing to describe
this bewildering and bewitching thing
we call life...
✨✨I feel so fancy and beautiful listing the this while arranging my orange roses🧡✨✨
omg orange roses are so pretty!
Whenever i have to study the history of art, i turn on this playlist. It has so odd and strange feeling, as if i traveled back in time to see art being made and performed with my own eyes.
As if monumental palaces of renaissance were builden up, baroque tremendous temples were decorated with statues by sculptors on every corner, majestic gothic castles with noble knights and princesses. Don't even get me started on paintings...
Art history is not boring as many people think. Students can't appretiate it, because teachers pay incredible attention to it instead of drawing and painting as students, including me often want. Be patient, and soon you'll relise the importance of it all. It's just sad that teachers can't explain it at the beginning...
This list of songs really makes me calm and emotional at the same time. I've been writing my own fantasy novel this past few weeks and this songs really help and inspire me to continue.
Thank you for introducing me to such wonderful neo-classical style music! I love this genre, but whenever I try to look up artists for myself, I usually just find a lot of duds. Thank you for curating the best, and injecting it right into my veins!
ahh so glad to hear that! really happy this playlist was useful
This short story just came right at me when listening to this, please pardon my bad writing and grammar I am a native Spanish speaker and still adjusting to the crazy language we call English. :D enjoy
At a sacred garden, secret lovers meet every night, this one was not different from others but at the same time it was.
The princess and the commoner knew this would be the last time they'd ever see this garden and each other.
"His Majesty has decided, my dear, there's nothing we can do about it, I wed tomorrow to that disgusting thing who calls himself a man." she said while walking to the nearby river, his footsteps following hers.
"This is all my fault, if I hadn't been such a coward and went to his majesty then perhaps we wouldn't have met this situation." He did as always, blaming himself for everything.
She sat by the river bank and so did he "Don't say nonsense my dear, you were wise; if you had told my father, he would had killed you right there and this situation would be much worse. Please do not blame yourself for everything, we are the victims here, our destiny was chosen for us." A tear fell down her eyes before continuing her sentence.
"And I do not plan to sell myself to that man, I will not lose myself like that" Her eyes were now cascades of tears.
"What do you mean?, you yourself said there is nothing we could do about it". His eyes also started to fill with tears.
"You know people say this river is scared" She said while taking off the simple ring that decorated her finger, throwing it off to the ground and walking to the river. her white dress started to transparent as she walked deeper and deeper.
"What are you doing?, your beautiful dress..it's ruined now." He mumbled
"We won't meet again my dear, at least not in this life." A smile appeared in her face and she extended her arm.
When he recognized her intentions, it was like she had bewitched him, he walked into the river, took her hand and kissed it "I promise we will meet again." He told her, both smiling through the pain "Death is only the next step for our happiness, I do not fear it if you take my hand like this." She wept.
The two nodded and walked to the deepest part of the river.
They had nothing to lose; her family abused her and sold her, he was an orphan who made a living making beautiful oak carvings the only thing they could lose is each other, and they would not let that happen. even if the only way is death.
No one knows if the promise came true, but their story was spread all across the kingdom and now they are known as the living proof of "Until death do us part".
this is beautifully written! i really enjoyed reading it 🥺💗
@@yuecubed ty although I think my writing is plain I’ll keep getting better ❤️❤️
@@cccurrentclown9891 noo.. It's soooo good. Do you write stories? I want to read more of your work if that's not an issue! 😍😍
😭😭😭😭😭 a simple yet a better version of Romeo and Juliet..
I feel like I lack the words to express how this makes my heart expand and glow inside...
This is absolutely gorgeous, thank you so much for creating it!
this is among the most gorgeous playlists I've ever heard to and I feel like crying yet my notes would go blurry and would no longer be legible
aww ty for listening 🥺🥺💖
to anyone who loves this sort of music that evokes a sense of magic and fairytales, you must listen to Oskar Schuster :)
I love writing while listening to that kind of playlist
This will forever be one of my favorite playlists, and I'll keep coming back to it whenever i need peace or to get lost in the world inside my head. 💛
This is an amazing playlist to listen to whilst studying (because I tried it) and just for chilling in general. But I do recommend listening to this whilst studying tho
I love this playlist so much, thank you for uploading this video! It has helped me alot with studying
ahh yess i love peaceful music too 🥰 thank you so much for listening!
This is one of the best playlist on RUclips! I'm so glad I found it. Thank you!
thank you so much! i was kinda nervous and this calmed me down
so glad to hear that!
this playlist spoke to my heart in a way I didn't know was possible, thank you
ty for listening 🥺💗
Writing a story I finished the video completely. It was beautiful and I stayed focused and inspired, the songs are beautiful, I love the piano. A like is not enough for everything this content brings. I love everything, thank you there♡🐌
Ahhh the smell of lavender to bring back memories while listening to this. Priceless!♡♡♡
The second piece made me cry. It made me want to miss someone I don't even know. It made me want to have something I've never had and lose it. Weird feelings
the images look the way dreams feel, and they go so well with the music. Amazing !
super happy you feel that way! thanks for listening!
This playlist is awsome🤗🤗🤗
i'm glad you think so!
I miss my old life. I miss my childhood. Back when I didn't have to worry about my future, about what other people thought of me. Back when my biggest worry was when I was going to get to play with my friends again. When life felt like I was living it. Does anyone else feel like the colours lost their brightness? Everything seems darker, gloomier now. As if the world my eyes lay out to me is a reflection of my inner self. Now, I don't know what my purpose for being is. People say it's just a phase, I'm a young girl, there's so much life is worth living for, but when does it end? I've been stuck here in the dark for three years and still can't see the end of the tunnel. They have no idea how much I wish it was "just a phase"
this playlist makes me miss someone i never knew...
This is what I seen for the first song lmao
Tw: Mentions of someone's last day alive??
It was almost time: time for her soul to be at piece; time for her to go somewhere, hopefully better; time for her to become a mere memory in existence. She looked into the far distance as she sat in a meadow, taking in everything she could see, hear, feel, taste, smell. She looked at a tree, which she had once taken for granted, and admired it's beauty. How it peacefully swayed in the wind, not a care in the world. She felt the winds breeze pass her face, and how it would feel as it fought off the glistering sun. She hear the sound of silence ring through her ears so harmoniously. She smelt the smell of newly cut, clean grass below her. She tasted the fresh, crispy air that filled her lungs. What was once a given to her, was now like a fairy-tale. She was once a dull, repetitious world, was now a fascinating, enchanting world. She started to see the world through new eyes. Eyes that were enlightened by everything that was around them. As she realised what she was going to lose, a tear streamed down her face. She realised she was a fool. She saw the world for what it appeared as to the human mind, and not to what it was actually. What was once a thing she dreaded, was now a thing she admired. She had finally let it all go. She cried - and for the first time, she admired her cries. It was no longer a sad thing, she had admired it. She had always wanted to live a fantasy, little did she know she was, she just took it for granted. So as her last sun set, she lay in her place, and watched her last breath draw near. She wept her tears with a smile. Finally, she could be at peace, but she did not leave with hatred in her heart - she left with a waving smile, knowing that she had lived a life full of magic, she just never took a moment to realise it.
*Hope you enjoyed :D*
A l s o, i have a wattpad so if you want it its Sorrt_
So beautiful and indeed, so it is :-)
Just clicked on this for fun and all the good comments here 😌
Really making me feel like I'm in a fairytale... Thanks you all! And the stories that are here, too. Just wow.
at the second song I just started crying for some unknown reason and I couldn’t resist the urge to put on my best dress and dance through the songs ✨ thank you so much for making this playlist and giving me such a beautiful morning haven’t been so happy in a long time 🥹🥹
FINALLY, it took me months but I've finally found a playlist that matches the exact vibe of the book I'm writing