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#sadviolin #sadpiano #darkacademiamusic
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 creationsโ€”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.

๐ŸŽงTop-notch headphones are essential for creating an emotionally rich, personal, and immersive playlist experience perfect for studying, sleeping, reading, and writing.

๐Ÿ’—I utilize a combination of my own drawings, photography, various software programs, and AI tools to streamline the editing process for both images and videos.

๐ŸšซDo not reup in any form!

๐Ÿ‘คThe music and artwork featured on the channel are the creative works of Tenebrarum Manus, a real composer and artist, and they are protected by copyright.

Themes: dark academia, dark piano, sad piano, piano with rain, classical piano, melancholic piano, music for reading, music for studying, music for writing, calming music, classical music, Relaxing Piano, instrumental, stress-relief, night reading, night study music, main character playlist, spooky graveyard,, vampire music, dark vampire
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Autumn Train of Memories

The train chugged along the damp, winding tracks, its whistle echoing through the misty autumn air. The trees, ablaze with fiery reds and deep oranges, stood like sentries in the rain, their leaves drifting down in slow spirals, blanketing the earth with memories of a season passing. A soft drizzle began to settle over the landscape, casting a hazy glow that softened the world around.

The man in the dark coat and black hat stood on the stone path, his silhouette outlined against the smoky twilight. Drops of rain beaded on the brim of his hat before sliding off, mingling with the moisture-laden air. He watched as the train approached, black smoke billowing into the gray sky, its warm lights casting an inviting glow in the gathering gloom. This was a scene heโ€™d witnessed many times, but tonight it felt differentโ€”more final.

Once, years ago, he had taken this very train to leave his small village and seek out something more, something grand. Life had stretched out before him, full of promise and places to explore. But as he grew older, the pull of home became stronger, like an unbroken thread that wound itself tightly around his heart. And so he had returned, his pockets lighter but his heart fuller, drawn back to the familiar hills and the humble rooftops heโ€™d once taken for granted.

Now, as he watched the train roll by, he was flooded with memories: of friends long gone, of autumns spent chasing leaves, and of misty mornings filled with endless wonder. He smiledโ€”a quiet, wistful smileโ€”as the last carriage disappeared around the bend. The rain softened, turning into a gentle mist as he lingered, holding on to that lingering echo of nostalgia.

For a moment, it was as if time itself had paused, leaving him alone with the memories of a life well-lived. The rain continued to fall, cloaking the world in its soft patter, as he turned to walk back, the warmth of his home and the quiet solace of the past waiting for him just around the corner.

Tenebrarum-Manuss
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I definitely get a nostalgic feeling listening to this beautiful piece of music!

megfuchs
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Nรกdhernรฉ, neskuteฤnฤ› krรกsnรฉ barvy podzimu. Krรกsnรก, nostalgickรก hudba.. ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ–ค

tatana
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what software program do you use to create each video?

afrosamuraiwarrior