𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 

Hello my lovelies! Join me on a dark adventure with this song called ‘A Thief in the Dark’. - That’s right, sleep. - the voice in your head whispers, as you look down on the exhausted city. You waited long for the hustle to subside, and now the rain and the occasional rumble of thunder will assist you on your quest. You weigh every step, as not to slip on the wet roof tiles - the fall from such a height will definitely put a dent in your future. - Now just to secure the hooks, so the rope won’t suddenly break. Getting into a lord’s chambers through a window in such a deluge wasn’t the best idea. Your grip might slip, and there will be water and mud all over the place. No matter now, one must do what has to be done. It is the question of honour, after all. *_As we have a sneaky topic, let’s have a sneaky question 🙂 Put your imagination to the test, if you will. What is the mission of thief? Would you have him succeed? Write a line or two about what you think should happen next?_*

Nobody will come to same you man. Stay alone, find peace within your self. That's the only peace that will last.

I would walk there,even in rain.I love rainy walks.

We are all broken souls, looking for someone who can fix it 😔

A thief in the dark. Stealing my thoughts, my dreams, my heart beats, sometimes my tears. Dodgy nights, rainy confessions of love, skin on skin. And those words. Those words I am condemned to carry in every cell of my existence. Those words - stronger than any curse, sharper than any hug. That thief is still stealing all my words, only leaving me with four syllables: I - still - love - him.

THIS ATMOSPHERE CAN ONLY BE ENJOYED BY PEOPLE WHO LOVE THE NIGHT,AS ALWAYS GREAT CITY AND MUSIC 12-2-23

Alone, with no money. Unseen, but not abandoned. You have your skills - and this city, is one of many opportunities.

I love so much rainy walks in the night...that help me to remind the misty past ,memories...but not from this life...🎼♾️

Hotul îți fură identitatea, iubirea, plăcerile totul ce reprezinți tu pentru mine . Și de ce ? Tu l-ai creat , ca să te ascunzi. Simțind te-am recunoscut, îți mulțumesc ,fiorul recunoașterii nu sunt cuvinte, să le pun măcar una lângă când numai simțurile te-au știut iar expresia IUBIREA ADEVĂRATĂ îți arat, a scos totul din mine , mi s-au înmuiat și oasele au fost egale cu acea dacă chiar în fața mea în realitate ai spune . Mi-am pierdut puterile, am căzut în acea stare de leșin când nimic numai poți controla, puterea din tine a cedat și scurt timp mai ești conștient , cazi în inconștiență dar simți pe crud IUBIREA

Ahh the feeling of darkness winning the battle, the hero and defenses scattered without hope. Sitting in the dark alone, the hero mourns the loss of friends wondering if they could have done something to prevent the inevitable, the villian in their tower savoring the moment of absolute control, every carefully planned detail falling into position, and the silence of aftermath speaking more words than a thousand people. Thanks for the wonderful video!

SPIRITUL își caută eliberarea. El este "hoțul nopții". Numai așa își poate obține libertatea dacă noaptea "FURĂ" din subconștientul minții sale, durerile trecutului, care îl ține "ÎNROBIT"., acestea fiind piedicile în calea accesiunii și progresului, țelul suprem al SPIRITULUI

I ONLY WISH THERE WAS A COFFIE HOUSE WITH QUITE CONVERSATION SO TO ENJOY THE RAIN AND MUSIC HOW NICE THAT WOULD THAT BE

Hello, I accidentally played 2 of your works at the same time and it sounded beautiful. It synchronized perfectly. It was this song with "𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞"

You have just stepped out to a cold and, windy rain. You attempt, to gather your thoughts. Work is, overwhelming. Along with your, current relationship. You, pull the collar of your coat over your neck. As you walk. Is it the "Boulevard of Broken Dreams". Or is it an awakening...

Some people are so blessed, or gifted, if you like, the one being synonymous with the other, in that they create beauties, or wonders, they very often being two sides of one coin, for those of us who are not either blessed or gifted, and must be content to enjoy our beauties and wonders where we find them, it being a vicarious pleasure tinged with a strain of resentment at our not having been created equal, not even close. And as we all know, beauty and wonder are, like art, in the eye of the beholder, which is as it should be. Each to his … excusa … their … own. Much thanks for this and all.

I love walking in the rain because it allows me to freely shed tears without feeling the need to conceal them.....

Don’t let your pass defined your future!!! I was in dark decades a go, I am the light 💡 shines positively now! I can dream

I listen to this relaxing music on my blue tooth speakers in my massage chair at home. Thank you so much❤

my god it's divine ❤❤❤❤❤

How beautiful are these videos with this melancholic music with the dark atmosphere and the rain, in the English streets...

such an interesting composition, despite it's slow relaxing pace, it has an intriguing quality to it. love it!

So beautiful and mysterious 😍 Love this! 🖤

I can thumbs up without even listening....🤙😎🤙

This song is so sad it Makes me think all my bad days that I have had in my life.

This looks like walking left into the gardens at Embankment tube station in London, it leads behind the Savoy hotel and the buildings there. There’s a bar called Gordon’s Wine Bar, please look it up, it’s under ground in old cellars and you’d love what it looks like, so atmospheric with dripping candle wax and dark and creepy looking, but such a good place to hang out!

Особенно красивая картинка. Но и музыка хорошая. Ещё один день прошел....

I am comment number 100.. I wanted to express how much I love all the types of music you upload here.❤

Such a beautiful emotional melody. 🖤🖤🖤

I wouldn’t mine walking in this rain in this beautiful setting… Of course not alone.

Nice 👋😇☺️🙏

Byronic People, I salute you

I always imagine myself or characters in melancholy stories or settings - but then the goofball part of my brain comes along like, "Man ... Standing in the rain without an umbrella isn't as great as I thought it would be .... Why did I wear socks? *Squish squish squish squish*

Honor and justice! After losing all that was precious to him in one swoop, justice had to prevail. For if it were up to him, vengeance would have sufficed….far more. Still, after much thought, that kind of poison would never quench the thirst of seeing his beloved again. Through much contemplation and agonizing grief. The only way he could set any semblance of right, for her, was to recover the evidence needed to expose the fiend who destroyed his dreams. Making him resort to the past life, he so desperately tried to escape. Note: I’m no writer and maybe this sounds dumb haha! This music compelled me! I love your channel and music, very hypnotic and beautiful.

Love this!

I find everything I see and hear here breathtaking. I don't know why gloomy moods and rain ⛈ always captivate me so much😍. I was born in May and have always loved colors and happy moods🤣. There are also many romantic places, e.g. B. in old houses. I love gardens with all the beautiful colors in them. But this speaks to me just as strongly🤗. Here too, deep feelings come out in me when I hear and see it🥺. There's a reason the word " Sehnsucht = longing" is in my YT name. This one makes me long.😳 I love it. Thanks 1000!!!👏😘

Muito misterioso....lindo. Às vezes só damos valor a luz, depois de vivermos na escuridão...

OMG - this is wonderful.

You may feel you aren't worth anything, or that your life has no purpose. There is only one thing that can repair your soul, and if you're broken, it means it's not in this world yet. Start being the person you want to feel proud of, so you can make connection with your higher-self. It will guide through the toughest moments of your life and it will give you its courage and wisdom to fight for the life you want to live.

perfect for reading arsene lupin. im on book 10 as of this post

♣️كأن الطريق مؤدي الي قلعة مهجورة♣️

❤ so schön entspannend, tut mir heute richtig gut 👍 👍 👍

Muito linda a melodia

It enchants.

😍💫👽🙏

Beautiful and yet sad, I have read the metamorphosis while listening to this, and now whenever I hear it I remember how ugly humans can get when confronted with life's atrocities.

The darkness is so intense and I'm afraid of the darkness. However, This place is really nice. Yeah, I like big cities, There are so many beautiful cities in the world and This is one of them. Thank you very much, I really appreciate it. 🏙️🌌🌌🏢🙂👍👌🙂

I would have the thief succeed as you have to rob Paul to pay Peter there's no other way.

I love this melody sooooooo much, I've been listening to it all day long. Thank you, Regnum. 🌹

Why do I only see a forsaken future where these lost souls forever roam these empty streets.

Класс музыка ,забыл меня , одиночество и ненужна стрелец ♐ и слез я в Москве

This music is incredibly moving! Got dusty in this room all of a sudden, weird.

Triste...affascinante...misteriosa...un capolavoro 👍

Thank you so much, it makes my feelings indescribable, from the scene and the music, it's mysterious and unreal like in a dream.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Soo good ❤❤❤❤

Just thankyou for this❤

What a wonderful scenery. This is heaven.

خیلی عمیق آدم . به سکوت کردن وامیداره🎉 عالیه

Beautiful it helps me 😴 thank you

Love it

Yeah, beautiful!

Sooooo relaxing...

It's great ❤

obrigado pela música.

I spent four years with a girl I loved very much, but when she got a high-end job, she left me .. Loneliness and sadness killed me 😔 This music makes me relax for a while

cool

Im addicted

Looks like the 1000th like is for me to take, perfect heist.

This might have been a bad idea, Gael thought, as he almost slipped for roughly the hundredth time that night. Sneaking into the lord's manor under the cover of both darkness and a thunder storm had seemed like a good idea at the time, especially after how well it had worked last time, but now he was beginning to regret it. Testing his position on a second story balcony to make sure he wouldn't slip, Gael then proceeded to fling a pair of grappling hooks with ropes attached up onto the third story balcony above him. His destination, the lord of the manor's bedchambers, was located on the third story of the enormous, five-story, stone behemoth from approximately three centuries ago. It was an impressive building in the way of drafty old castles and well preserved despite a few modern touches, such as the electric lights. Said lights made it one of the few buildings in the country to have electricity given what a novelty it was. Of course, those same lights, while impressive, made Gael's job much more difficult. Firelight cast much more indistinct shadows, could barely light a large room, and was generally too time-consuming to be of much help. Gael gave both of his ropes a swift tug, and then cursed as one of the hooks came flying past his head, nearly making him lose his balance as he avoided it. If the hook hit anything below, Gael was oblivious. The storm was too loud to hear much over which was why it was a good time to be sneaking in. Carefully, he pulled the hook back up and once again threw it towards the upper balcony. This time, it stayed firmly in place when he pulled on the rope. Thus reassured that he wouldn't fall to his death, Gael nimbly scaled the stone wall until he reached the third story balcony. He got one arm over the edge of the balcony, and was leaning on the rope to get his other arm up when the hook gave way, plummeting down to the lawns and leaving Gael stranded three stories up, hanging from just one arm. The rain continued to pour down, oblivious to Gael's predicament. His feet were dangling in the air, his left arm was locked securely around one of the stone pillars holding up the balcony's railing, and his right arm was grasping around frantically in search of similar purchase. Thankfully, he'd had enough sense to drop the rope when the hook had given way or he might've been in even worse trouble. Although the hook wasn't overly heavy, it was solid and it had had the force of gravity on its side which might've been enough to pull Gael down with it. Things weren't great as it was, because apparently, none of the other pillars were small enough to get a hand around. On top of that, Gael couldn't be sure that the fingers of his left hand weren't losing their grip. Finally, after much searching, he found a second handhold and prepared to hoist himself all the way up onto the balcony. In a single, quick movement that he had performed numerous times, Gael let go and reached up with his left hand while pushing down with his right. He smiled as the fingers of his left hand brushed the railing of the balcony. He had done it, again. Unfortunately, the celebration was too soon. Just before he could get a secure grip on the railing, his right hand slipped. Gael's stomach flipped uncomfortably as he scrabbled futilely at the balcony while gravity grabbed him in a promise of certain doom. Of course this would be the job that did him in, he thought, bitterly. He closed his eyes, preparing for the unpleasant fall and even more unpleasant landing, then opened them again when a strong hand grabbed his wrist. Looking up, Gael found himself staring into the face of Lord Theodore Jamison, Theo to his friends, the very person whose house he'd been sneaking into. "Caught you," he said, smiling. "Again," Gael agreed. "You don't seem to be terribly good at this whole thief thing," Theo informed him. "I don't usually get caught this much," Gael explained. Theo stared down at him for a moment longer, before pulling Gael up. "You're lucky I'm a light sleeper," the lord told the thief, helping him clamber over the railing and onto the safety of the balcony. "Oh, please," Gael shot back, "You sleep like the dead; you were up waiting for me." "Well, yes," Theo admitted, leading the way into his warm chambers and out of the rain, "Why didn't you use the front door?" Gael moved across the room to place himself squarely in front of the fire, which was lit for warmth, ignoring the fact that he was dripping rainwater all over what was probably a very expensive carpet. "It was a matter of honour," he explained, "I'm a thief; the front door is expected and offers no challenge whatsoever." "You've clearly never met my butler," Theo muttered, half under his breath, then louder, "Is honour really worth breaking your neck over?" "No, and, as you can see, I did nothing of the sort," Gael pointed out. "Only because I saved you," Theo countered. "Which is much appreciated," Gael acknowledged. "Yes, well, it would be terribly rude to let one's lover fall to their death, especially off one's own balcony," Theo said, looking rather pleased with himself. "Terribly," Gael agreed, shivering even in front of the fire. Theo noticed Gael shivering and declared, "You'll catch your death, standing around in wet clothes. Look, you're shivering. We must get you warmed up." "You can hardly be much drier than I am," Gael grumbled, not really arguing, "It's positively pouring out there." A few minutes later, their clothes were drying by the fire, and Gael and Theo were both much warmer, curled up together in Theo's bed. Theo had changed into a pair of pajamas, and lent a pair to Gael, although they were a bit big on him. Gael thought he looked ridiculous (Theo maintained he didn't), but didn't mind terribly because they provided another layer of warmth against the chill. "Good night, Gael," Theo told him, slinging an arm around his waist. "Good night, Theo," Gael mumbled back, feeling safe and warm and half-asleep already. Outside, the rain continued to pour, and inside the fire crackled merrily. Both cocooned the chambers in a sort of cozy isolation, blocking out the world; it had no place here and would undoubtedly be there in the morning. Until then, the rain would pour, the fire would crackle, and the couple in the bed would sleep peacefully, protected by the elements.

あの城🏰で彼と二人ですらしたい❤🧑❤️🌹永遠愛し合い誰にも邪魔されず♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

😊😊😮🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤

🎉❤

There are only seven deadly sins, but there are so many damn synonyms.

Собаки лают,значит все прекрасно ,и значит есть у твоих ног оплот,что подстрекает их удержно и страстно ,напомнить остальним,кто я таков,люблю тебя родная и мне не удержать оков,что на себя я надевал и думал несерйозно все,пройде,дишу и кажется,что все на свете со мною уже шагает в ритм и знай,не верю я в примети ,которие уви уже сбились,что нас разлучат и не спросят даже смисла и для разлук и для подмен ,я чувствую тебя и сни мои не смислят ,что я с тобой ,я не один ,прости ,что в етот вечер постель моя опять пуста и ето только всем моим врагам противоречит ,что ти война и сатана,люблю...

Everyone on here trying to get deep and philosophical and it isn’t working.

Спасибо Вам. Это абсолютно мой мир. А почему почти на каждом видео птица, это Ваш знак?

Is this an image from a real place? Reminds me of Prague.

😢💔

2024 HERE AND ALONE PLEASE SHARE YOUR ADVICE ABOUT LIFE & PEOPLE

Близ зарубежья выехало

Lesprit parfoi se manifeste de cet mort si eteinte c une surprise kon noubli ositot mai d'une etrange riviere de paix ❤

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Why dose it feel like home when I’m looking at this?

اتمنى اطلع معدل 99

A Goddamn Beautiful Picture , BTW , I'm a thief

Опять та же тема присутствует про вампиров. Большая широкая улица. Темно. Идёт дождь . Вдалеке по середине стоит большой замок 🏰.