𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 | 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 |𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 Kris needed to play the piano. The urge was undeniable, almost like a calling that pulled at the very core of his being. One rainy evening, he found himself once again drawn to the instrument, unable to resist its magnetic allure. The rain tapping against his windowpane seemed to echo the rhythm of his heartbeat, a quiet accompaniment to the soft notes he began to play. As his fingers danced across the keys, he felt the familiar pull. His consciousness began to slip away from his body, detaching, floating into that realm where music was more than sound-it was the essence of existence. Kris found himself standing on the same path as before, the rain gently falling around him. He felt the cool droplets on his skin, the damp earth beneath his feet, and the strange sensation of being both here and elsewhere at the same time. The tree, with its vast canopy and birds circling overhead, seemed even more alive than before. It stood atop a small hill, its roots embedded deeply into the soil, as if drawing strength from the very heart of this mysterious world. He moved towards it, each step slow and deliberate. The air was thick with anticipation, and the birds' cries echoed in a language he could not understand but felt he should. As he approached the tree, he noticed a small clearing beneath its branches. There, amidst the fog and shadows, stood a figure-a woman cloaked in a flowing robe that seemed to merge with the mist. Her presence was both calming and unnerving, a quiet strength that spoke of deep knowledge and understanding. She looked at him with eyes that held galaxies, infinite and ancient. Kris felt a surge of recognition, though he had never seen her before. She was part of this world, as much a part of it as the rain, the mist, the birds, and the tree. "You’ve come," she said, her voice soft and melodic, like the notes of a piano carried on the wind. "Who are you?" Kris asked, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "I am a guide," she replied, "a keeper of this place, a shepherd of souls who wander between worlds." Kris felt a shiver run through him. "Why am I here? What is this place?" "This is a place of boundless harmony," she explained. "A convergence of your consciousness and the universal melody. You come here because you seek something that you cannot find in the physical world." Kris nodded, feeling the truth of her words resonate within him. "I feel... I feel like there's something I'm supposed to understand. Something just beyond my grasp." The woman smiled, a gentle, knowing smile. "Understanding does not always come in words, Kris. Sometimes, it is in the experience, in the feeling of being truly connected to everything around you." He looked up at the tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze, the birds circling higher now, their cries growing louder. "This place," he began, "it feels like a part of me. Like it’s always been here." "It has," she replied. "It exists within you, just as you exist within it. Every note you play, every melody you create, is a bridge to this place. Music is the language of the soul, and through it, you touch the infinite." Kris felt a surge of emotion-a mix of awe, confusion, and a deep, abiding peace. He understood now, at least in part. This place, this state of boundless harmony, was not something to be fully understood or explained. It was to be experienced, felt in the deepest parts of his being. As the rain continued to fall softly around them, Kris knew he was not alone. He was connected to something far greater than himself, a cosmic symphony in which he played a small, yet significant part. The woman’s form began to fade into the mist, her presence lingering like a soft, comforting note at the end of a long, beautiful piece. "Go now," she whispered, her voice fading with her image. "Play your music, and when you are ready, you will return." Kris felt himself being pulled back, back to his body, to the room where the rain still tapped gently on the window. His fingers found the keys again, the music flowing effortlessly, a continuation of the eternal melody he had heard in that other place. He opened his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek, not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy. He had touched something profound, something beyond words, and he knew that he would carry that feeling with him always. And so, Kris continued to play, knowing that every note brought him closer to the truth of his soul, closer to that state of boundless harmony where the music never stopped, and where he was truly free.

Just discovered your channel, and I have to say: you and Regnum Umbrae are now my go to channels for relaxing, yet dramatic, music.

How well the journey of consciousness into the eternal subconscious is presented, where you can travel and feel the true YOU, eternal, of your Spirit. So well is the understanding of what You are, what represents You, and where You belong in the vast Universe. Everyone has their own part , there belongs to that energy, it is a part of it, manifested meg 💮

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Thats beyond paradise ❤️