𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨, 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

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In the dimly lit room, where shadows dance upon the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets, the Hands of Darkness find solace at the ebony and ivory keys of the piano. Their touch, gentle yet haunting, brings forth melodies that echo the depths of the night.
At times, the music they weave is as dark as the abyss, each note dripping with melancholy and longing. It resonates with the sorrowful souls wandering in the realms of twilight, a lullaby for the lost and the forsaken.
Yet, amidst the darkness, there lies a strange kind of solace. The haunting melodies wrap around the listener like a comforting shroud, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the world. There's a strange beauty in the melancholy, a tranquility born from the depths of despair.
The Hands of Darkness move effortlessly across the keys, their music a symphony of shadows and whispers. Each note holds a story untold, a journey through the darkest corners of the soul. And as the last echoes fade into the night, there is a fleeting sense of peace, a momentary embrace of the darkness that dwells within us all.

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[Tenebrarum-Manuss]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Kris had always felt a deep connection with his piano, a bond so intense that it often transcended the ordinary. Music was not just an art form to him; it was a portal to another realm, a realm where his soul could wander freely, exploring the deepest corners of his consciousness. Every time he played, the world around him dissolved, leaving only the haunting melody of the piano echoing in the void.

One evening, as the dim light of his room merged with the soft notes flowing from his fingers, Kris felt himself slipping into that familiar state of heightened awareness. The keys beneath his fingers seemed to pulse with life, each note resonating within his very being. As the music swelled, he felt the pull once more—an irresistible force drawing him away from the tangible world.

His vision blurred, and he found himself floating above, watching his own figure hunched over the piano. It was an out-of-body experience, but it was not new to him. Kris had been here before, in this otherworldly place where time and space felt irrelevant.

Below, he saw himself not at the piano, but walking down a narrow path in the rain. His figure, shown as a dark silhouette, moved through the rainy, desolate landscape, with the rain falling on his shoulders. Step by step, his form became part of this melancholic scenery, where the rain and mist created a surreal atmosphere.

He drifted further into the scene, gently descending into a deserted landscape. The ground was covered in dry, brittle plants that crunched under his feet as he walked. The sky was dim, gray, filled with swirling mist, and the only movement came from the dark silhouettes of birds flying overhead—his own figure, from a distance, observing himself walking through the falling rain, blended into the background. Their calls were distant, barely audible over the piano and violin that still played in his mind.

This place, this desolate world, felt both alien and familiar. It was as if it existed within him, a reflection of the emotions and memories he could not quite grasp in his waking life. The piano continued to play, though he was no longer at the keys. The violin accompanied it, filling the air with a melancholy that seeped into his soul.

Kris loved these moments, as strange as they were. In this state, he was both the observer and the observed, experiencing his music from a perspective that was impossible to achieve in the physical world. There was a sense of peace in this solitude, a quiet understanding of the deeper currents that flowed within him.

Yet, despite the beauty and tranquility, there was also confusion. Kris did not fully understand why this happened or what it meant. Was it a form of transcendence, a glimpse into a higher state of consciousness? Or was it simply a product of his mind, a manifestation of his deep emotional connection to music?

As the music began to fade, so did the vision. The world around him dissolved into the mist, the dark silhouettes of birds and the dry plants disappearing into the ether. Kris felt himself being pulled back, back into the reality where he was just a man at a piano, playing a melody that was too profound for words.

He opened his eyes, his fingers still moving across the keys, but the moment was gone. The desolate landscape, the flying birds, the haunting violin—all of it had retreated into the recesses of his mind. But the feeling lingered, a bittersweet aftertaste that he could never quite shake.

Kris sat in silence for a moment, his hands resting on the piano. He knew that this experience, this journey into another level of consciousness, was something he could never explain to anyone. It was his alone, a personal odyssey into the unknown, guided by the music that flowed through him.

And as he sat there, listening to the echoes of the last notes fading into the night, Kris knew that he would return to that place again. He did not understand it, but he did not need to. It was enough to know that somewhere, beyond the boundaries of the physical world, there was a place where his soul could roam free, accompanied by the timeless melody of a piano and a violin that played on, even when he was no longer at the keys.

[MylesLaine]

This helps me study my Russian and Arabic. Thank you hand of darkness. I speak Latin too.

[SeleKatalin]

How wonderful and deep emotions winter our subconscious, which guards all the events of the soul from the very beginning . In that other dimension, into a higher level of what we call the world beyond, emotions are completely alive and free from harmful earthly thinking. This is what distinguishes the two worlds in which the soul feels at home, it has no space and time, it is everywhere at any time. But who can easily slip through the other "world", Anak's emotional world is richer, more turbulent and has a much deeper emotional intelligence and world . Artists are among them and have showered us with vibrant emotions from beyond the world 🔆⭕💢♾