Once Upon a December - Ethereal Remix 

the fact that people in the comments dont know anastasia and are understanding perfectly what its about based on this song specifically is like the greatest example of what music is and what it does for people

This sounds like the more realistic and sad story of Anastasia where, she actually you know, died with her family.... and she's a ghost just dancing to the music..

I love how everyone in the comments doesn't know Anastasia yet is imagining it almost perfectly.

WITH THESE REMIXES I DONT KNOW IF THEYRE SOOTHING OR EXTREMELY UNSETTLING

_Even though we will never meet on that moment ever again, I will still remember this dance, the only moment where I was alive._

every time I hear this I think of that sad animatic of that girl who keeps dreaming of a handsom man in beautiful places but he turns out to be Death and it was just very sad and I cried.

_Death stops everything. Stops family, desires, and happiness. But what death cannot touch is the love from that person and the memory. Those pass on to the next generation and continues to live on through them. Death is not the end, for it is merely the continuation of a journey...from Once Upon a December._

Pov: You used to work for the Romanovs family, you go to the castle years after the tragic, this song starts to sound in your head while you remember all your moments with Anastasia and her silbings, you remember all those happy moments, and now they are gone. Suddenly, In the dance room, you imagine Zar Nicolas dancing with his daugthers, you feel melancholic about it, then you start to play the song in that old piano with tears in your eyes.

One of the greatest piece in the movie.... So melancholic

Ah. There it is. The musical form of my daily existential crisis

Fun fact. My cousins and sister wanted to name me after a princess, more specifically aurora or ariel and my parents wanted to make their wish come true, byt also didn't want my name to be ariel or aurora. My grandfather actually saved the day by saying I could be named after Anastasia, the Princess in the movie. My sister and cousins didn't know the movie so they watched it and than agreed to name me that. And that's the story of how I got my name (Anastasija). Thank you for reading

This makes me think of an old woman, the last of a noble line and the dwindling remenants of a bygone era that is both so desperately far away and immediatly close. She escapes the lonely dread that slowly encroaches by remembering the youth and the beauty and grandure she'd witnessed. Her carer finds her sitting peacfully in the old ball room with a dusty record player echoing its last notes in the once resplendant room.

Lyrics: Dancing bears, Painted wings, Things I almost remember, And a song someone sings, Once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm, Horses prance through a silver storm, Figures dancing gracefully across my memory Someone holds me safe and warm, Horses prance through a silver storm, Figures dancing gracefully across my memory. Far away, Long ago, Glowing dim as an ember, Things my heart used to know, Things it yearns to remember And a song someone sings Once upon a December

Parts of this sound ( especially around 1:35 ) almost like they should be in a really good ghost/psychological movie trailer, like maybe a movie about a girl who keeps being drawn to this old manor/palace, and having dreams she used to live there. She eventually goes in and she sees ghosts and echoes of the past, and she doesn't know if it's real or all in her head. Ooooh, this edit is just awesome, you did fantastic.

The fact that Anastasia's remnants already have been found with her parents, Olga and Tatiana hurts me.

She walked through the ruins, like she had so many times before. She heard the echoes of the cheers as the dancers took their final bow. The smiles on all of their faces on the opening night. A standing ovation. She could feel the eyes on her as she closed her own, calling upon a vision. She was the star, she was the one they had come to see. She took her partners hand into the air and they bowed again, the audience so loud she barely heard them. The curtains closed as they waved, her heart higher than the sky. She looked at her partner on the stage, her now partner in life too. He took her off stage with all the others, shaking hands, patting each other’s back. They all made their way to their dressing rooms. Before she entered her own, her love put his hand on her waist and pulled her close. She looked into his eyes, smiling. They shared a loving, soft kiss. She felt it on her lips. She actually felt it, her white dress swishing at her bare feet as she wandered the ruins. She embraced the vision, allowing it to become her reality. She was in front of the mirror, wearing her white dress. She was removing the make up and the jewellery. Her head was aching from the sounds of the music and the spectators still. She remembered those precious moments, the ones of temporary yet eternal glory. And then her lungs burned. Her senses were jolted to her delusioned reality. Yet she did not try to escape it. She jumped up towards the door, restraining the urge to cough. She opened the door, only to be met with a hungry flame that engulfed the floor. She barely had time to scream for help, to her love, her friends, the stage crew, before the smoke and embers became too much, and she collapsed into the fire. She snapped back to the true world. She looked around the auditorium, now completely black. The red and gold seats now melted into ash. Everything was gone. The fame, the glory, the audience, the people, her love. All gone. She put a hand up to her face to touch the burn that was etched across it. It was all the proof that she was once a star, once cherished in a world unlike the one now. Even know, she wondered what part of her had died in that fire. What parts had lived? Had she lived? Or had she met the same fate as so many other young candles that were consumed by the ever brighter fire? She could only wander round, too alive to die, too dead to live. Wander until the answer came to her. And when would that be? Ten years, fifty years, a hundred? She couldn’t say. All she could do was wander. Wander, wonder, relive and remember.

Everyone talking about the film. But this reminds me to the tragical true end she suffered with her family. Yisus.

this song gives me the weirdest feeling it feels like i went into an abandoned cathedral and got teleported back in time

2 almost 3 am and this makes me want to break out the watercolors

it feels like Anastasia's dancing to the song of time and history; less like dancing around freely, but more like dancing because she has nothing else to do-her story's lost to the millions of inked interpretations and cinematic speculations that history imposed on her, and she's just dancing around in its pages because she can't write for her own anymore.

“There’s this moment, when you’re sure you’re about to die, and then…you’re born. It’s terrifying. Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echos of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts, shape myself towards them.”

Imagine a new Anastasia horror movie where it’s showing how the Romanov family is being hunted by the Bolsheviks and Anastasia and like the whole settings is them in the castle trying to escape but they’re all getting killed off one by one until only Anastasia is left alone where at the end she wanders off into the woods. (In real life her remains are found in the woods). Imagine this song as the trailer song and it’s showing the empty old castle and as parts of the old castle are shown, it cuts to a scene in that part where a Bolshevik is like shooting someone. You know what I mean? And then it cuts back. So like it’s showing memories of what happened there. And at the beginning of the movie it shows Nicholas, the tsar of Russia as a young boy in bed asking his mother (the grandma in Anastasia) to sing for him so he can sleep. And it’s this song the same one she would later sing to her granddaughter Anastasia. And at the end it would have some big twist like Anastasia wakes up thinking it had all been a dream so she walks back into the castle and hears this song and in the ballroom she sees everyone dancing and so she joins them and everyone is laughing and happy and dancing and it zooms in on her smiling happily then cuts to the ballroom actually being empty with all the dead bodies and blood and stuff and it just zooms out until the screen goes dark and the end title card is shown. (So in the end they were all killed and when Anastasia thought it was a dream and went back in the ballroom, everyone there were ghosts including herself. Because in real life, sadly the Romanov family did die)

The little change at 1:00 is so unsettling but so amazing, it puts you in a state of realization- you realize then that what happened to the romanovs was way worse than the movie projected, you realize that it actually happened, that something so brutal, cruel and uncalled for, actually happened. What a tragedy it was, this may be a little morbid but they were all together when they were assassinated, I wonder who the last one alive was? And how they felt probably laying on the ground looking at their family knowing it was all over, and the fact that that probably happened in a matter of seconds.

I swear Anastasia is so underrated, it blows my mind how some people dont know about her/ the movie

Hire her already Disney.

When I hear this I imagine a young girl who is walking down a long, dark corridor and she starts to hear this muffled song. Desperate to find who’s playing- and how to get out of wherever she is- she walks down the long corridor, opening doors and walking into rooms, only to find that each door leads to another long corridor. The music continues play. Frantic, she runs around, the corridors seeming to be endless. However, what she doesn’t realize is that everything is just a dream that she can’t quite escape. It turns out she is in a coma and it doesn’t she’ll wake up soon. As the days go by, the song continues playing over and over, the rooms and corridos keep leading to nowhere, and the feeling of being completely alone with no one but yourself and the shadows to talk to slowly start to drain away the sanity of the you girl.

If you know Anastasia's history probably while listening the song you'll feel sad and melancholic like if you were her

I imagine a young write who’s writing a book about the Romanovs. She’s allowed to come into the Winter Palace ballroom at night and look around. She sits and writes what she sees. There’s a sudden gush of wind, but no open windows and the temperature drops. Laughter comes from the ballroom doors as they burst open. Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia(the four princesses) come into the room. The young writer can’t believe what she sees. The four princesses don’t see her and start to twirl around the by themselves and speak to each other in Russian. They laugh and dance around some more. Their jewelry and elegant dresses shine in the night. And then, Alexei(their youngest brother) comes into the room and runs over to the dancing girls and speaks to them. They laugh and grab each other’s hands. They spin around in a big circle, just speaking to each other and laughing. The writer stands and tries to walk over to them. The lights turn on by themselves and the elegance truly shines. “I love this room. But we must head to bed. Last one there in a rotten egg.” Olga laughs and says in English. The five children run together to the doors and squeal happily. The writer blinks and it’s dark again. The ballroom are closed now. And for the rest of her life, she didn’t know why she saw a glimpse of the five royal children who tragically died in the revolution. All the writer knows...it helped her tell the story.

Such a sad song :( When I found out what the song and movie were about (and researching about the real life person), I felt so sad. This is the perfect song of longing for what once was, and can never be again.

Reminds me of several of Edgar Allan Poe's works

Sounds like you're in a big empty ballroom at night. The moonlight shining through the large windows. The marble ground is very shiny, and this song seems to play

This is a Russian song. And I am from Russia. It's a very mysteries song of the ghost of her past.

This place was all she knew, she felt no love more than she ever felt in this dusty room. She closed her eyes, striking a match to create an animation behind her eyelids. The ghost of a mother and son filled her visions, they were dancing, moving as one, nothing in the world but the two. Child had eyes only for mother, but, Mother had eyes only for sorrow. Mother's body painted with the grief of knowledge. The match began to burn her fingers, she dropped it to the floor and blindly struck another, wanting more of the sorrowed duo. The light lit another chapter of their story, the mother on her knees beside her sick son, whom rest his head on mother's lap. Mother began to hum a familiar song, painting smiles on boy's eyes, and boy's grey lips. Beside mother, a dark shadow began to grow. For she had made son all too comfortable to leave her. Mother stopped humming, gripping the boys hand harshly. Boy opened his eyes and met her unsavoury glare. "I have given all I have... I did long to love you more mother". The match's heat nipped at her fingers again. Once more she striked another to the sorriest of sights, mother with babe in her arms, alone. Death's shadow gone as not even he wished to be beside grieving mother. Mother turned to her, "if you had stopped at one, child would still be dancing with mother, and you, you would not have burnt fingers". With that she dropped the match, killing it. She opened her eyes and stared at the spot where mother and child were once animated. Closing her eyes again she began to hum the sweet tune... Now she dances with mother and babe, once upon a December.

‘Yekaterinburg was so stuffy,’ she thought as she stood, her brother holding onto her arm. ‘Poor him, if only the sickness got better.’ The family had been assembled for a mere picture in the middle of the night. A terrible time, she noted. And she let her thoughts drift away from the blank white of the cellar to what it was like back in Saint Petersburg. She loved it there, completely letting herself fall into the dream. All the fine dresses and the parties were nice, and the people were nice... not like the people now. She looked further, wondering what it would be like to bring home here, if she could. Maybe she could decorate this stuffy cellar, with two of her sisters clogged up against her to fit the camera when it came. She let go of her brother’s hand, though the boy trembled as he was picked up by his mother into the chair. ‘Imagine a painting there,’ she thought, her eyes staring where a soldier was posted. ‘Maybe a lovely carpet. Maybe I’ll make this my little room.’ She chuckled a little at this as the others talked, wondering more about home. ‘Maybe he could be healed,’ she looked at her brother in the chair, ‘maybe if... oh well.’ The palace was so giant, so distant, if you will. Yekaterinburg was stuffy, yes, but she was much closer to her family now. But, she just couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe they could all live in some other place in Siberia. Maybe even Paris, where they’d all just be together and nothing else, not even carpets or painting. She always wanted to go to Paris. She quickly forgot it all, putting the question at the back of his mind, dryly imagining things of the past. In six months, it’d be Christmas, and the land would be decked out in January snow. Maybe December snow, if it wasn’t too wet. ‘When would the cameraman come,’ she asked herself, a sentiment shared by everyone in the room. ‘I’d very much like if he would come faster.’ Someone, a pianist, once told her that he could never be in the same room if he did not get tired of playing it. ‘Think of music,’ she thought. ‘Would it be the same for her?’ Perhaps, if given the chance, she’d play an instrument if given the chance. Maybe even listen to a gramophone. Who knows? ...She didn’t like that they were taking long. Something ethereal- no, something else about it. It just made her skin crawl. A photograph in the middle of the night. Something was off. And as she put her hands on the shoulders of her sisters, all of them now practicing the goofiest smile to pretend to put in the picture, she kept thinking again. Anastasia kept thinking. Perhaps it was to make the time go faster in her mind. Maybe to simply stall time.

4:00 turn the volume all the way up and just listen to that eerie sound, that almost sounds like an old dusty, most beautiful, grand piano, standing in the great hall of an abandoned royal castle, being played by the lone survivor of the heir.

A ghostly melody dances softly through the midnight air. Following the song leads you to the source: an old burnt down mansion. Inside there are holes in the walls and parts of the roof caved in, allowing moonlight to trickle in to the room and center on one spot, as if a spotlight were shining upon a stage. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, catching the moonlight as it flows in, adding a mystical gleam to the hazy atmosphere. From where you stand, you see a couple centered in this beam, as the tune begins to take up a waltz-like tone. They dance, but no dust or ash is disturbed on the floor beneath them. The song becomes clearer and louder as you see the ghost of blue flames eating the house; collapsing the ceiling and tearing the walls apart from the inside. But the couple keeps dancing. They dance among the rubble and ash, over the skeletons and fallen floorboards, and around the broken and burnt beams, not missing a single beat. Her dress sways with the wind. His hands guide her into a twirl, stirring the slightest bit of dust from the floor. Their undying love persisted with their souls, even in death. Unable to move on, they danced, stuck in the waltz of what once was, the ghost of a memory turned to dust, along with the house. Thinking back, you remember the tune yourself: _Dancing bears, Painted wings,_ _Things I almost remember_ _And a song someone sings_ _Once upon a December_ _Someone holds me safe and warm_ _Horses prance through a silver storm_ _Figures dancing gracefully_ _Across my memory_ So familiar, and so unknown at the same time. Then it all comes back to you- the fire, your parents, your family- hardly anyone made it out that night. You watched as the flames climbed higher, remembering sitting outside in the snow, only able to watch your home be destroyed with your parents trapped inside. As the tune begins to fade, they slow, and eventually stop. The fire dies down to nothing more than embers barely breathing. The couple breaks apart while still holding hands. They look at you and smile, beginning to fade themselves. With the same blue fire that engulfed the house, it too engulfed them. They kept smiling as the embers floated towards you and out the door behind you. As they pass, you feel a sense of calm, like a warm and protective embrace. The embers continue upwards towards the heavens as the wind sweeps them away with the clouds. You then are alone again, but you feel happy. You realized that it indeed had been their love that kept their spirits here, but that wasn't why they couldn't move on. Now knowing that their only child was safe, they could finally pass on peacefully and rest easy. thank you for reading! this is a small spin-off of the anastasia story that puts you in her perspective based off this song (you don't have to imagine it as a girl if you don't want to though). Hope you enjoyed!

This song was my childhood and I would always play this song in December and dance around the cold lavishing colorful room of mines. I would sing in gibberish due to the lack of knowledge of knowing the lyrics but I felt wanted and protected swaying with the voice of the lost princess singing. Right now it feels like i am going back in time, reliving those precious small moments. Times where I was care-free and joyful. It feels like a blessing and a curse, overall just nostalgic. Thank you for making this more powerful than it has ever been before 💜

This...brought....me.....to....another.....world

The feeling of a happy dream slipping away. Melancholy without remembrance.

"Emill..." His name was a only a breath from her lips. He smiled his coy smile at her as he caught her up in his arms, and pulled her into the dance. He spun her and twirled her around the room as if she weighed nothing. She could feel him. One hand at her waist, the other holding hers. He felt so real. "This is a dream, isn't it?" She whispered. Emill brushed his nose against her's, "Yes, my love," She reveled in the feeling of his breath feathering across her face, even as the sadness pooled in the pit of her stomach. "But, it's a dream of what's to come," He cupped her face delicately as the dance began it's descent, "We'll be together again, Illithia. Very soon," Her eyes drifted shut as his lips moved to hers, and as she felt the slightest whisper of their touch, she awoke...

I swear your Ethereal Remixes will be the next new big thing.

This makes me imagine I am entering an abandoned caste full of old memories.The moment I walk in, I can feel all the emotions that has been felt around here, the strengt,the sadness,the tears,the happiness,the joy.Every single person that has entered this castle felt something strong,something unpredictable,something that can’t be described,something that’s so unusual. After all a legend is haunting that castle. A mysterious legend

This song makes me feel like I've lived before. There's a sense of familiarity. Like... the music brings up memories that don't belong to this life, but they still feel like they're mine🤷‍♀️

This is a quote from an old diary of mine. I think it somewhat describes the despair this song seems to be in. "It seemed as though the past was woven into the pages, as the paper was light but the ink and words weighed down a canvas that was once blank." It makes absolutely no sense, but it sounds fancy.

“This place... It’s...It’s like a memory from a dream...”

Oh this is prime Haunted Mansion aesthetic and I am HERE FOR IT.

I've heard this piano composition for the song in Anastasia before, and I absolutely love the ethereal effect that was added. It gives the song more of an unsettling, melancholy, haunting feeling rather than nostalgic, innocent, and longing like in the movie. I think it somewhat better reflects the actual tragic history around the Romanov family.

It’s weirdly unsettling but so comforting at the same time. Like walking through your old house you haven’t been in for years, unkept and it looks slightly different but it was still your home

I have insomnia and usually can't sleep but listening to these remixes has helped me fall asleep faster.

_It's like when you get into a haunted house, but it has a beautiful and sad story behind._ 🥀

The very first second made me gasp. I hold this song so close to my heart, I instantly knew this alteration would be perfect for it.

Beautiful ... My name is Anastasia, I’m from Russia, and I was given this film as a present for my birthday when I was a child. It was kind of magic. I still love this movie, I know it up and down. And it’s songs and music are in my heart forever

This sounds like a girl walking through a corridor of memories in her mind. I’m imagining like a hallway that is like 20 feet tall, like royalty or something, and there are pictures of the past plastered on the walls. Each picture is a memory as the girl reminisces the past. As she nears the end of the corridor the memories get sadder and sadder. Anyway, that’s how I visualized this song its so gorgeous my lord.

Long ago, in the cold of December, stood an old forgotten castle. A kingdom with no name, a throne with no claim, the only thing left but a castle. Once strong stone walls are now fallen, overgrown with dead weeds and frozen with snow. A forgotten, desolate place. Though should one go inside one might be greeted by those who remember it. In the cold of night, a crumbling ballroom stands. Mysterious music will start to play, music not of our time. The air swirls as figures begin to appear. One by one, memories in the shape of those who made begin to dance. The falling snow begins to stir as if knowing of the ghostly figures and sway to the melody. With only the moon as their light these ghost dance in graceful strolls. What happened to this kingdom? What happened to the heir? Why the saddened denizens? Why the meloncholy tune? All one knows is if that they get to see such rare a moment, best not to ask why. But to just bask in the beauty of a song in December.

as you walk into the old imperial palace, you hear a rustling of cloth, the echo of a child's laugh, then as you enter the grand ballroom, you hear a piano playing. as you come up to it you start to see time melt away, as ghostly dancers once again take the floor, enchanting in their ethereal grace, a poignant sense of longing hits you. as if you once knew them. then as the song fades, the old grounds keeper shouts for your attention, shattering the stillness, and all you see is the remains of a bygone era. and the ghost of a memory

This remix is extremely powerful but in a way is as well unsettling when knowing the true story behind the girl, Anastasia. Thank you for creating a masterpiece.

My ex-girlfriend and I used to listen this song while we were cuddling on bed, like Earth just stopped spinning for a moment, time slowed down and only our breaths existed, two confused souls reaching each other, under the tune of a far away song that whispers me how happy once I was...

Who’s listening to this in December 2019?

This is what you'd hear while looking at the stars from between the trees, in the Forest where she was murdered... Like even though she went away but her love for that memory ("soon you'll be, home with me, once upon a December") kept it alive, flowing with the wind like a hidden song..

Snowflakes fall shining like diamonds As they twirl around in circles Smiles on both their faces Savoring this precious moment Hand in hand matching each other’s movements Praying that no one interrupts this moment The cold is not a bother Statues watching this twilight scene Ever so serene Icicles hanging from frozen trees Dancing twirling spinning Not a sound above a whisper Neither of them shiver

Dancing bears... painted wings... ❤

This gives me serious Haunting of Hill House vibes, especially when Nell is dancing with her husband in the mansion. Gorgeous. Anastasia was one of my favorite movies as a kid.

meet him at the docks, he said... it’s where we’ll be together FOREVER, he said... well, i didn’t quite imagine us being together, when it was just i, at the bottom of the ocean, while you stood on the docks as dry as bones, glaring down at me with a smirk.

PLEASE do the piano duet from the Corpse Bride!

Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember. And a song someone sings once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully across my memory. Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know. Things it yearns to remember. And a song someone sings once upon a December.

A lone piano sits in a once bustling ballroom. Each key you press brings life back to it. Soon, you start to play a song you distantly remember, each key bringing back memories of what happened. Tears begin to fill your eyes as you keep going, getting flashes of what once was while the spirits start dancing around as you play. One of them is next to you, singing the lyrics of the song, looking at you with a gentle smile you once knew.

How beautiful...When hearing this I envision a young noble woman who was forced into attending a ball with guests which consisted of many people of veneer. Hoping to escape all the falsities of the others, she then wanders off into a labyrinth of roses after hearing a hauntingly beautiful melody emitting from within. It was captivating...bewitching...the noble woman mindlessly strode to her destination, a destination which even she herself wasn't sure of. Where was it? What did it hold? Who was playing such a chillingly wondrous tune? Those were the thoughts which circled through her head as she began to unconsciously run to the source of the music, unaware of how the roses as red as blood which decorated the walls of the labyrinth slowly turned a pale shade of ice blue. Click Clack, Click Clack, the sound of her heels resonated throughout the night as she sprinted as fast as her petite figure could, with desperation radiating from her very being. The graceful and elegant noble from the house of Enclaive was now reduced to a frantic and reckless mess of a personage, and it was all due to the insatiable curiosity of her's regarding a few music notes. There! The woman abruptly halted in the center of the rose network, believing she had reached the source of the melody she was so enraptured by, yet as she stood there panting and gazing upon an empty and barren space, she could no longer hear any music. The Enclaive noble was confused and dissatisfied, she was so sure that... *Ding Dong* "Ah...it's midnight already. I should head back..." Turning on the foot of her heel, the young woman glanced back for but a moment, before making her way back the way she came... How odd, the melody now seemed to be the least of her priorities...as if it never existed in the first place.

this sounds like an old friend giving you a hug. It smells faintly like smoke, whisky, and dust. I've never watched this movie before but I may have to check it out. I can imagine a bunch of ghosts dancing in a room with their party attire on... or maybe I'm just tired 😅😅

Anastasia is such a beautiful but mysterious movie, i remember watching this movie religiously I’ve always loved it. Anyone else agree?

so beautiful 😭could you do tchaikovsky's romance in f minor? an ethereal version of that piece would be so eerie and beautiful...

Delicate echoes of the past, their music warped to a slow haunting melody to the ears of the living. They dance together, nothing but contempt smiles and serene faces, as if the room they’re in isn’t long past abandoned and crumbled around their transparent ball gowns. But sometimes, if you silently watch them on a moonlit night, a woman may smile sadly at you. A man may offer his hand for a dance, only to watch you pass right through his form with a gentlemanly nod. A child, you watch him sadly, may give you the brightest toothy grin. You hated these nights the most, because they usually danced all alone in the old ballroom with a serine blissfulness. Now, with moon light shining in from old broken windows, they recognize the changed world around them with sad smiles. They recognize that they are floating memories of the past. They look at you with a level of understanding that only death can bring. And one day, when you become nothing but a fleeting memory on a moonlit night, a ghost of the past with a blissful smile of your own, you hope to finally join them in their dance.

Am I the only one crying?

The memory of places, feeling the shadowy impressions of all the people who have stood in the exact place we now stand. Their experiences leaving only vaguely discernible echos that we strain to hear.

This is the soundtrack for the Anastasia re-make we dso desperately NEED.

I can heavily relate to this song. The song expresses a deep and inexplicable sadness. Happiness and joy, long forgotten and lost. As if it was just a dream. An acceptance of what was lost, and what once was loved. Beautiful Bliss and indeed *Haunting.*

this score makes people feel such a real and relatable melancholy and grief, it just goes to show how powerful and universal music is. there are no lyrics but it still tells a story the same way one would tell you a tale.

This was absolutely hauntingly gorgeous

POV: As you twirl around the ball room with your love in pure happiness and joy you start to hear a familiar tune as you leave to follow it, you wake up in a cold sweat in your bedroom but the tune is still playing and your love is still dead

This would be extra good in 8D audio

I love how everyone's writing these crazy short stories based on this song. I've read some of them, and they were insanely awesome.

i seriously get goosebumps whenever i get a notification that you posted a new video - before i even listen to your music. i can't even remotely explain how enchanting and incredibly ravishing it is to me.

All of your music makes me want to create, like, as in writing. I haven’t written anything for months, mostly due to lack of motivation. I actually want to cry this is so wonderful.

a live action version of Anastasia but w/ the same vibes as Crimson Peak would be amazing

She is not become a ghost that dancing in an old abandoned castle hall nor roaming unnoticed weeping for someone to answer her call. She is the beautiful maiden of a blessed flowering garden, waltzing unafraid in the vast green of Eden.

this is so hypnotic and so expressive at the same time with no need for lyrics

My dog just passed and this song has always been important to me..it was the first in my rec and im 100% breaking down right now...thank you

Ngl this was one of my favorite movies as a kid and this melody is like on permanent loop in my subconscious.

I once had an idea for an Anastasia story where a girl thinks she’s the lost princess of Russia, but in reality she’s just a look alike. The reason she so intensely believes she’s the princess, though, is because she’s being haunted and driven mad by the ghost of the real Anastasia.

the opening really creeps me out

I imagine a young couple, maybe in their late teens or early twenties in an old hospital. It's the winter of 1918, the guy is extremely sick with consumption, and it's just been getting worse. It's a miracle the girl didn't get sick. Despite being sick, the guy is still very handsome, even though he looks very drained, and the girl tells him that as he's dying. The room is nearly empty, aside from a few other patients. She's wearing a surgical mask so that she doesn't get sick, nor does she get anyone else sick, and he requests to see her face one last time. She removes the mask, and he's careful about not coughing all over her. He starts to list all the dead relatives that are watching them, and she knows it's his end. The girl leans down, with teary eyes to kiss him on the cheek one last time. He reaches up to touch her now tear stained face as he fades out of consciousness and slips away. She leans down to hold him one more time, before a nurse comes to console her.

I got a flashback while listening to this. My grandma died shortly after me and my sister were singing this to her one night. Chills

In my mind I picture a girl who’s like visiting some really old castle or ballroom or something like that and a friend of hers sits to play the piano and all of a sudden she keeps getting these flashes of a different reality where she’s dancing with some stranger she seems to know. And like every time the music fades is when she’s with him and when it gets louder it shows her with her friend and she doesn’t know that she actually lived in that castle in a previous life.

The movie Anastasia was my childhood and i love this remix so much

I got inspired to write this by this song! We'll call it ' Dear Delightful Darling' Dear Delightful Daring Heaven empty ,stars without, Your essence sparks, Glitters my lonely heart, We both seek for somber solitudes, In Crimson dark desolate aisle, I give you, the peice of comfort, Shining on your blood red lips, Coziness welcomes you with your long awaiting seek for your loneliness, Oh! Dear delightdulful darling! We both know our story is dark, But dear, when did we forget that dark was our delight. We are the dorms of time, Enternal heart and your beautiful mind, Dear Delightful darling, Dear Delightful darling .

This almost seems like something wintery and cold, that you fine in a abandoned building. Anastasia’s musical score will always bring such happiness.

How many times do you want to repeat this video? Me: *YES*

ugh it's so smooth yet this song is so nostalgic i just want to cry myself to sleep.

As soon as she entered in that strange abandoned castle, a sound started to play... her eyes begun to close slowly, due to that magical yet soft tune whispering in her ears.... her feet started to move as she begun to dance all over the hall with those big beautiful eyes of hers still closed..... containing a bundle of dreams in them.... Suddenly she came across something which made her stop..... it was a dressing table, which’s mirror catched her attention and a sad yet painful smile came on her soft plumply lips..... No reflection.................

Anastasia stills remains one of my all-time favorite childhood films. This song plays a part in that; for my grandmother was born in December, and the bond between Anastasia and her grandmother always reminded me of the bond I have with Gram...and I still remember when I got my sisters to sing the song with me for her birthday, a couple years ago. This song will always remind me of my grandma; always makes my eyes tear up when I hear it....

I know this song is from Anatasia but imagining, a girl went to an old castle to find a ghost there. Tho they never met but somehow that ghost and the castle seems familiar to her. They're dancing all night to the song and when the song finish there comes the sun and the ghost disappeared. Before he vanished under the daylight, he smiled as if he had the chance to see the love of his life once again after thousands of years waiting in loneliness and darkness. Just to dance with her one last time