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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.

Welcome to my channel, where I unveil my unique creations—a fusion of haunting piano keys and mesmerizingly dark melodies. Each composition is a testament to my passion for crafting emotive soundscapes that delve into the depths of the soul. Join me on this enchanting journey as we explore the beauty that lies within the darkness.

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[Tenebrarum-Manuss]

Where the Heart Left Its Mark

It was a street where time seemed to linger, reluctant to march forward. The rain fell softly, weaving a curtain of mist that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and muted the colors of the flowers blooming by the old wooden doors. The roses, bold and red, stood defiantly against the gray drizzle, their petals glistening with delicate beads of water, like tiny jewels left behind by the sky’s weeping.

At the end of the street stood a grand Victorian house, its spires reaching skyward, as if yearning to pierce the heavy clouds. Its windows glowed warmly, a stark contrast to the melancholic hues of the day. Golden light spilled through the lace curtains, casting a soft halo that wrapped the house in an air of mystery. The gas lamps lining the street flickered faintly, their reflections dancing on the wet stones, guiding the weary and the wandering.

Lila stood just beyond the reach of the roses, her umbrella forgotten at her side, raindrops soaking her hair and dripping from the hem of her coat. She was not a stranger to this place. It had been years since she’d last walked this path, and yet it felt as though the street had been waiting for her. Every curve of the cobblestones, every creak of the iron gates, whispered her name like an old song.

This was where her childhood had unfurled, where summers had been endless and winters magical. She remembered running down the street in bare feet, chasing after fireflies as dusk painted the sky in hues of orange and purple. The Victorian house had always been the heart of those memories. It had belonged to her grandparents then, a sanctuary filled with the aroma of fresh-baked pies and the sound of creaking floorboards that seemed to echo the rhythm of their laughter.

But time had passed, and so much had changed. The house had been sold, her grandparents gone, the warmth of their voices now only a memory. Lila had moved to a far-off city, where the streets were noisy and the air was thick with urgency. She had tried to forget this place, convincing herself that it was better to let the past remain where it belonged. And yet, here she was, drawn back by a longing she hadn’t realized she carried.

She stepped closer to the house, her boots splashing in shallow puddles. The rain seemed to quiet, as if it too was holding its breath. Lila hesitated at the gate, her fingers brushing against the cold iron. Through the window, she saw a silhouette—a woman standing in the parlor, her back turned, her figure framed by the golden light. For a moment, Lila felt the strangest sense of familiarity, as though the woman might turn and reveal a face she knew. But the figure remained still, and Lila’s heart ached with the weight of unspoken goodbyes.

She closed her eyes and let the rain wash over her, its chill mingling with the warmth of her tears. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, lost in the rhythm of the droplets and the murmurs of the past. When she finally opened her eyes, the street seemed to shimmer, the mist lifting ever so slightly. The roses, vibrant and steadfast, seemed to nod in understanding.

Lila turned and began to walk away, her steps slow and deliberate. The Victorian house and its golden glow faded into the distance, but the memory of it remained vivid in her heart. She knew she would carry this street with her, its rain-soaked beauty and quiet nostalgia a reminder of where she had come from—and of the part of her that would always belong here, beneath the rain, among the roses.

[darkmusicno]

I love the sound of rain, it reminds me of you. H😭

[RV]

Very beautiful video work and wonderful composition ❤🎉🎶🎹🎼♥️♥️♥️👍Thank you dear Friend!🌹🎉❤🎵🎶🎹♥️

[REGNUMLICINDA]

I pray that anyone who reads it feels loved, safe and secure. I pray for physical, mental, affection and spiritual healing for all. Peaceful dreams!

[Gfcdserffdsaeef]

Κάποιες μαγικές στιγμές, η ομορφιά της ψυχής σου, σβήνει τον χαμένο μου παρελθόν! Ξαναγεννιέμαι, μέσα από εικόνες της μουσικής σας, και των εικόνων, με βροχή... 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🫶🎹👏👏👏👏🐦🐦

[PeaceOfRelaxingMusic]

You, yes, you, I believe I can understand why you're here. I sense that you might be feeling quite bored. Perhaps you're seeking a moment away from life's challenges. Please don't worry, there are millions of people experiencing the same, you are not alone. Everything will be alright. ❤

[Ania-fprm]

You left like that
he didn't even say goodbye
I waited inquiringly,
write another word.. maybe..
You just ACCUSED
You didn't even let me
To put it mildly
you just finished writing, ANGRY

I liked it
the orphan is lonely
It moved into my soul
the Comfort...
I blame myself
YOU were looking for a scapegoat
My mistakes as lava
they flow in front of me
I'm so ashamed.

Haunted by the past
the old happiness
It seems like a dream
It's not real anymore

Every minute hurts
which passes
That I remember YOU

My love is aimless
Destitute of hope, desire
It hurts my heart
doubt
Jealousy stings
I'm so ashamed...!
it's so humiliating

I'm waiting for you
Hope is gone though
To find me again
To come back to me
Every Night a
FOR OUR HAPPINESS

I pray I... 🖤🖤🖤

[AmmarAlsayed-bi]

Gott sagt das ganze leben kann mich nicht haben außer das reiniges Herz der Mensch .

[Nelli-iu]

Дождь в Лондоне. Время года осень дождливая. Время суток день перешедший в поздний вечер.

[Nelli-iu]

А, это Лондон. Время года осень дождливая. Идёт сильный дождь, без грозы и грома.

[chopiei]

You write exactly like: Regnum Umbrae~
I’d bet you are the same individuals..