VICTORIAN AMBIENCE l Writer's Room with Classic Music l Writing sound with Cozy Rain for Relaxing

Time travel destination :
"A writer's room in the victorian era."

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The artist living in this classic studio,
is a talented novelist.
But sometimes she used to paint beautiful pieces as a hobby.
Today is writing day with a cozy rain sound.♡

I hope you write something with this ambience.
or have a relaxing time here :)

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⏳Timeline:
00:00 - Intro cinematic
01:17 - Cozy rain sound, Writing sound, Fireplace sound.
(Background music version)

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🎵Music:
bob acri - sleep away (reprise)

🔥Art concept writing,
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[realmsofdimension]

Greetings to all of you writers and artists and people. You are reflecting all of us as writers. I love this video, it's just heaven to every writer. One of the blessings of life when you see such work as that, which can inspire you. We as writers really tend to look for the little corner, which we can sit and storm all our world in these papers. Your video is mesmerizing, I decided I wouldn't write anything less than that. You really give me that feeling of breathtaking when you see an amazing view. We live in a chaotic world today, full of noise and negativity. Your corner is like that dream we all dream of. Everything you do care for details, and always with great music.

[avastlin]

People of those ages were probably never aware of how the future generations would feel romantically nostalgic over that style of life. For them their beautifully carved chair was just furniture. For us - a beautiful piece of history with a mysteriously warm and meaningful 'something' on its scratched surface, felt under our palm and fingers. But perhaps they felt it too? Perhaps, that is why everything was made with so many tiny details and so much work put into it. Everything had a value.

Edit 04/08/21:
Stumbled upon these words in one of my favourite novels "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham:
"...beautiful
things grow rich with the emotion that
they have aroused in succeeding generations. That is why old things are
more beautiful than modern."

[Jimmy]

Holmes and Watson reminiscing on the cases they undertook

[andreabarbosa]

I wrote in my journal for 45 minutes straight, and I would have kept going if I did not have adult responsibilities. Thank you for offering tranquility with your music.

[georgeburge]

I am 62 and very recently retired. Raised and lived in Northern CA and last 20 years in Hawaii. Been blessed. However, this is my dream and view of heaven. Weather warranting a fire. The sound of rain and the whistling of wind. A room filled with bookshelves containing every sort of book. Stationary, pens, paper of every sort. Leather journals, composition books, notebooks and note pads. A laptop and a typewriter. Oh yeah, candles. Always enjoyed reading and quietly have thought of writing a historical fiction. Seeing these ambience postings over the last couple of years have given me great pleasure. Now with time and a relocation to the mainland, who knows. And should I end up on the kichen table, I have this. Thank you.

[mariaecantualegre]

I cannot begin to express how much I'm loving this: the lazily drifting piano/violin music and crackling fire. So dreamingly beautiful and relaxing. I need more than an hour ;)

[blueskiesandclouds]

[Here’s a story ✨]

There is someone playing the violin downstairs. And soon, the piano joins it. The small family gathering has quietened for the performance yet you are not present as a performer or a family member. At least not anymore. You had retired early upstairs, saying something along the lines of sleepiness or exhaustion; but you simply had quite a full, satisfying meal and grew a little bit woozy from that drink your cousin had poured for you in generous amounts— though your cousin claims that the night is young and you haven’t drank much at all. Most importantly, your hand itches for your pen, for ink and paper.

You sneak up to the attic, covering the candle with your palms as the flame dances upon the wick. You pull the drawer open. Inside contains ink jars, some new, some old and empty. There were also shells, collected from the beach. A random amulet that was rumoured to belong to a lost kingdom. A few tarot cards given to you by a green witch of the forest.

“Your fate and your love, ” they had said.

To the side of the drawer… notebooks, pieces of loose paper with music sheets, sketches and random poems written for the stars and the moon, and perhaps for a special someone you were missing tonight. You grab the needed materials and carefully settle into the idea that popped into your head a while ago. You breathe deeply, a longing in your chest that refuses to leave. Slowly, you begin to write… you write about a story, a story about a lonely, hopeless writer who had met a rather peculiar acquaintance along the cobbled streets, lit by shop windows and lanterns. It was snowing and they were there, like a dream, like something strangely wonderful.


Have a wonderful day/evening, my friends 😌🖤✨

[TheTexasLass]

I'm writing, oddly enough, a Victorian era short story and have been stuck in a rut for easily two months, no matter what tips and tricks I tried to fix my writer's block. I played this video on loop and after a while found all my plot problems practically resolving themselves. I don't care if I do sound like a testimonial in a bad infomercial, this really worked and I absolutely love it just for itself, even when I'm not writing. Thank you!

[ellenbarski]

I adore the echo-y quality of the music; it exemplifies the feelings of reminiscence, despite not having lived in that era. It's possible to miss something you never actually experienced.

[angelaslaton]

Oh how I wish we could return, to this divinely, lost era frozen in time. To breathe the air, and to feel the passion in the writers eyes. To stare into the fire with memories, that no one could write. The nostalgia of days gone by, only thoughts of one moment in time, forever. 💕

[TKIDDZ]

Last weekend, I read Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” for the first time; I found this video and played it over several times while I read the book. It definitely helped to set the mood for the novel.
Thank you for uploading this.

[lusia]

I wanted to practise writing, so here is the story I came up with while listening to this.

The library was her favourite place. The faint shuffling of people around the bookshelves, the scratching of a quill on parchments, and the cackling of a warm fireplace. The most special thing was the soft, classical music of piano accompanied by violin. Oddly, she wasn’t sure where the sound came from, or had ever seen people playing. It seemed to be a part of the library itself - the sounds formed by the walls and books of the building. It was such a beautiful addition, she only wished she could someday express her gratitude to the musicians. But each time she inquired of the librarian - who people called the keeper - he would say that their music couldn't stop, and that she needed to be lucky.
She never quite figured out what he meant. She has come to realize that, during all the hours she studied - ones as long as full days - the music never stopped. The melody was as constant as the burning fireplace, whose existence made a lot more sense than the former.
In the end, she brushed it off as just another something magical and mysterious the library had to offer. For example, why it was located in such an obscure place - the deep depths of a lush taiga, and why there were rarely people there. Davina herself found the trip through the tranquil forest to the comfy library completely worthwhile.

Elstan scribbled on the parchments while the monument spirits went with their never-stopping music. The girl had left the building, leaving him - once again - truly alone. Her presence made Elstan happy, because from her engaged and focused eyes dancing from page to page, it meant that someone appreciated his work. Because the books documenting countless civilizations, cultures and people have gone untouched for centuries without her - and will be for centuries more. Half were forbidden, preferred to stay forgotten, and the rest seen as worthless to his people.
Some days, he felt like he was watching over graves. Things of the past and will stay there. He had the urge - somewhere down his eternity of keeping - to burn it all and freely live. The knowledge didn’t feel like wealth - they felt like heavy shackles. He pushed that thought to a corner of his mind, and trapped it there.
The creeping depression was finally somewhat fixed when she - a human, excluded from the rules and boundaries of his people, somehow found his library. He started to edit the historical books into fictional stories for her, translating the language of another universe to ones she could understand.
And she loved them. They were what lured her to the library - the stories, the worlds outside, hidden in, of her own.
Elstan thought about telling her the truth, but then, what was the point? The point of history? It was the lessons and truths it spoke to mankind. And couldn’t stories already convey that perfectly? So, there really was no difference.

[dedemx]

I just want to live in the simplicity. A quiet atmosphere is burned in a small hut. Winter light is beautiful ideal music.. This is really the thing I feel like a relaxation and psychological comfort away from the noise of others

[kawtar]

This brought tears to my eyes. This is all I'll ever ask for, a spot like this, to write, to read, to create, to be. This is the perfect scene, the perfect atmosphere, the perfect feeling for writers souls. While waiting to be on a spot like this, I'm going to use my ability to imagine myself in there, which is in all the favorable circumstances to blossom fully thanks to your video. Thank you. Thank you so much <3

[thenileriv]

I LOVE VICTORIAN AMBIANCE WHILE READING CLASSIC LIT. it makes me feel as if i’m in the same room with the characters as the scene in the book plays out.

[BJPDesigns]

I love this video so much and have it on all day and night. I wish I could live in this place with the dark old atmosphere, the old books, the rain and beautiful music. I imagine reading my old books there and believe it will inspire me to write as well. Thank you for this wonderful masterpiece.

[suunanmoon]

in this five minutes of glory, I can feel the pressure of the paper under my hands, drying them deeply but wonderfully, scratching my skin with every single character I draw in this kind of art, and suddenly between all of this numbness and silence, i heard a voice, coming from my insides and my outsides, yelling at me with every single trouble and fixation that the world is pressuring into me, so with trembling hands, I shut my eyes down, and felt the words on the paper, touched them with niceness, so that i knew, deep in my soul, that this place and this forms, were exactly where I belonged.

[Areneemua]

This has been playing in my home nonstop for a month straight 🎄❤️

[brjkgpf]

I'm 17 and a writer and this is the only thing that truly helps to hone into my true talent, thank you.

[ChristinaAllenKnowsYourAStar]

I just love the sound of the writing. The pencil scratching the paper. The writer moving their hand along the paper to write another line. 😊😊