Sigur Rós - Untitled #9 [Smáskífa 1] (Slowed + reverb)

Be blessed my friends!

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄:
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[MONKE-MAN]

Me looking at the man that ruined my life (its a mirror)

[Aliensaresocute]

This song makes me feel a way I can’t really explain.

[grobebruste]

This song is the most enigma track I've ever heard in my life. It feels as though it should have the deepest of meanings, but no one to ever know.

[CamzyTM]

This song brings a memory that can't be remembered, something mysterious before life and beyond reality. Something that should not be seen by the human eye, both beautiful yet terrifying.

[Journey_to_sunset]

The original is depressing enough, damn

[imgoungtoecplode]

i think this is one of the saddest songs i’ve heard in my life

[insxmniac]

I can feel my rotten, lifeless eyes fall to the floor from my curved, tired body, sitting against the wall half alive, half lost. Maybe once I get an apartment where I am all alone, I'll just go to another country and be homeless, no one will notice for some time. If I starve in the streets I starve, anything to not live this life of ever repeating misery. I'm tired of being tired of this life and not being able to get it done with because there are people who do not deserve that in my life. But at the same time... There is no future for me, the present is the same from... 6 years now? Man... No wonder it's so bad, it's been so long. Nothing has changed, the ones close to me are either deteriorating and living the consequences of their mistakes or just as lost as me, but those that are lost have love in their life. A source of happines. On one hand if someone ever saw this pain I'm sure id get some love that I've been endlessly looking for in my life, for as long as I can rememeber. But on the other hand... There is this sense of hatred, rage. Life has beaten me down forever with not a single drop of love in any capacity, and then it'd decide to give me a little bit of love? Fuck that, fuck you. I don't want it. Maybe it's just me self sabotaging, maybe I'm just hurt from hurting so long. It doesn't matter. My life has been one of being a passerby, the ambition has always been there. Just no reason to go climb the tree and grab the fruit. So I'm reduces to a failure. I will have no success once I enter the job market, no progress. Because I won't seek it. I'll be couped up in my apartment until I asfixiate so much on my own sadness, I'll end it all. This is the only destiny I see for myself. I'm sorry in advance to all the ones I love, but time and space only goes one way. This is simply how my life will play out, just how the door opened today when I went outside, or that pidgeon died in the corner of that one apartment complex, or how the bus arrived later today. Things just happen, all in accordance to eachother. Only one outcome, from the past, to the present, to the future. In the same spirit, everything just went how it needed to go, resulting in this failure of life from the viewpoint of a human. For nature I didn't reproduce and thus as an animal I failed. Hey, atleast I will enrich the soil still. Not all was in vain. This is bullshit, I don't deserve this. What the fuck

This sounds like a choir of ghosts that never found their peace...

[jimmychanga]

I dont know what i will hear in the last seconds of my life, but i hope my brain will play this

[theowatchnerd]

Listening to this just makes me think of sinking ships, their beautiful, proud lines groaning and crying in a final death roar as the ocean pulls them under

[burstnation]

I heard this sound on TikTok with a horror slideshow so now I feel nothing but complete horror when listening to this

[wolftears]

last seconds of life in the hospital room type sound

[Goat]

0:56 and 5:45 for anyone looking for the sound

[candy.winchester]

This sound makes me feel like I'm in a bizarre alternate dimension, but with a certain beauty.

[drM]

This is literally what death sounds like

[nehrifreaky]

My brain played this song when everything in my life started crumbling into pieces.

[RoughingleOfficial]

POV: You're a passenger on the RMS Titanic, who has just boarded a lifeboat and is watching the "Unsinkable" ship, go down with over 1, 517 lives pleading for help and to be rescued. You stare down at the wooden floor of the lifeboat, a tear rolls down your eye as you feel exhausted and traumatised...

[Rcascade]

I've always loved walking in the countryside. There's something about the quiet, the simplicity of it all that makes me feel more at ease. It's one of the few comforts left in my life after the divorce. My children are grown and living their lives far away, and I suppose I'm grateful for that. They don't need to see how I've settled here in this small old cottage in Ledbury, trying to piece together a life that doesn't seem to fit anymore. The cottage is a one bedroom place. Nothing fancy, but it's quaint. The kind of place you might see in one of those escape to the country programs. It has a small garden with a few wild flowers that stubbornly refuse to die, no matter how much I neglect them. The rent is cheap, which is what I need, considering how expensive it would be to live anywhere closer to London. So I've stayed put, working part time at the Painted Room in town. It's a 16th century building with these old wall paintings that look like something out of a medieval dream. We give five minute tours, and sometimes I find myself explaining the same thing over and over to tourists who nod politely, but I'm not sure they're really listening. One of my younger colleagues, just a kid, really told me about a walk not too far from town. He described it as having fantastic views, a place he thought I would appreciate giving my newfound interest in the local countryside. So one Saturday, with the sun shining and nothing better to do, I decided to take him up. On his suggestion, I drove out to the spot he mentioned, parked by the side of a narrow lane and began walking. The lane narrowed as I went on, leading to a fence that I had to climb over to reach the path beyond. The walk was peaceful. A series of meadows that rolled gently upwards, offering increasingly impressive views as I climbed. The only sign of human life was an old, dilapidated barn that had likely been abandoned long before I was born. After an hour or so, I reached the end of the path marked by several enormous sweet chestnut trees. These trees were ancient, their gnarled branches spreading wide like the arms of some forgotten giant. Beyond them was a dense forest, the kind that looks like it hasn't been touched in centuries. It was here, between the trees that I saw something. It was pale, too thin to be a tree. And it swayed slightly, as if moved by a breeze that didn't touch anything else. I took a step closer, but then my foot caught on something, an exposed root, and I nearly went sprawling down a steep bank into a ditch. I managed to catch myself, but when I looked back towards the trees, the thing was gone. The walk back to the car was uneventful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had missed something. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. I had told myself it was some odd reflection or shadow that had fooled my tired eyes. Still, there was something unsettling about that place, something that clung to me even as I returned to my quiet cottage. That night, as I got ready for bed, the unease from earlier began to fester. I imagined what it would be like visiting that place beneath the chestnut trees now in the dark. And I was shocked by how much that thought unsettled me. The image of that pale, swaying figure haunted me, growing larger in my mind as the darkness deepened around me. I climbed into my bed, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered like a bad taste. When I finally closed my eyes, it was as if I never left that place. I was back at the foot of the hill. The ancient trees looming above me. It was so vivid, so real, that for a moment I thought I had somehow been transported there. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my bedroom. I laughed nervously, brushing it off as an overactive imagination. But when I closed my eyes again, there it was, the meadow, the trees, and the dark forest. But only this time the thing was there too. Closer than before. It stood at the edge of the tree line, swaying gently, its pale form almost glowing in the twilight. I could see it more clearly now. It wasn't a tree, and it wasn't human. It was something else. Something that shouldn't have been there. I snapped my eyes open again. Panic rising in my throat. My bedroom seemed darker, more oppressive, the shadows creeping into the corners of my mind. I tried to calm down by telling myself it was just a dream, nothing more. But when I closed my eyes for the third time, it was closer still. I spent the rest of the night in a state of restless terror, fighting to keep my eyes open. Afraid of what would happen if I let them close. Every time I nodded off for even a second, I would find myself back in that place with the pale thing inching closer and closer. By the time the sun rose, I was a wreck. My thoughts were jumbled, my nerves frayed. I needed to know what was happening to me. Was it possible that I had left something of myself behind in that meadow? Something that the pale thing was now trying to claim? It sounded insane, but so did the fact that I seemed to teleport to that place each time I closed my eyes. Driven by exhaustion and a sense of desperate curiosity, I decided to go back. Maybe if I returned to the spot, I could somehow set things right, reclaim whatever it was I had left behind. I grabbed my coat, barely pausing to think. And headed out the door. The drive was a blur, my mind too cloudy to focus on anything. Other than getting back to that place when I got there. The sun was just rising, casting long shadows across the land. I walked through the meadow, my steps slow and deliberate until I reached the chestnut tree. The memory of the pale thing was still fresh in my mind. And I kept my eyes on the forest. Half expecting it to appear again. But nothing happened. I stood there feeling foolish. Like I'd been chasing a nightmare. I took a step back, ready to leave when my foot caught the same root. And this time I wasn't so lucky. I tumbled down the eroded bank, landing in the ditch with a sickening thud. Pain shot through my body. And I realized with growing horror that I couldn't move. I was paralyzed, trapped in the very spot I'd seen in my dreams. I screamed for help, but there was no one around to hear me. My phone had fallen from my pocket, lying just out of reach at the top of the bank. It kept ringing, the sound of it mocking me. I knew it was my son. He'd planned to visit today to check on his old man and make sure I was doing okay. But I wasn't okay. I was terrified, helpless, and all I could think about was the pale thing in the trees. As the light began to fade. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, so unbearably tired. My eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it, they had closed for the first time. There was nothing. Just darkness. A blessed, empty void. But then I opened my eyes. And the thing too pale and thin to be a tree was looming over me.

[Fideowo]

No way you did one of these with this song 🤩. Time for a depressing night XD
thanks btw

[Dreammarz]

This song quiets my mind in a peaceful way. It speaks to me in a way I can’t describe. The song feels like you’re peacefully floating on the ocean water on a dark night and all you can see is the stars. Risky, scary, but somehow all at once beautiful?

I would love to go to a beach at night alone and just have this song with volume all the way high and just sit there in front the ocean on a comfortable chair. Sitting there just breathing and no thinking. That’s so peaceful ❤