Songs for an empty world 

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?” Remember guys

When you live in the middle of nowhere, quarantine just means a few less lights on the horizon.

Our perception of time is a strange thing. I'm 27. The last 10 years feel like they could've happened yesterday. But my childhood memories feel so distant to me that I sometimes wonder if they're actually memories and not just dreams or another life I lived long ago.

I don't know why, but sometimes I love my sadness. That feeling, that you are the only one who understands yourself. Such an original feeling.

leaving a comment is like throwing a message in a bottle into the ocean

The traces of radio transmissions are a really nice touch.

This is the most calming bowl of honey bunches of oats I've ever eaten in my entire life.

Rest in Peace, Mount Shrine. Your vibes won't be forgotten

Change the world. My final message.

Nature is not mute. It is man who is deaf. -Terrence McKenna

In a world bombarding us with information, expectations, obligations and useless drama, we find ourselves longing for these gentle pulsing drones.

having this mix get randomly interrupted by a chipper voice telling me about the new Amazon Prime deals is one of the most 2023 vibes i can imagine

I listened to this a lot when drinking alone in the woods. Not good memories, but memories I’ll never forget.

the first song is what it feels like to sit at the bottom of a pool

Sonder - Noun. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

The first piece and many others featured here were made by Mount Shrine... they have passed away earlier this year I will forever hold his music close to my heart, for his work was truly outstanding among the 'music-ambiance' creators I'm glad millions heard your masterpieces Mount Shrine You will be missed...

it's hard to believe, but in reality, "dark" musicians are extremely cheerful people good luck bro'

If you feel happy inside and don't know why, then congrats, you've made it.

Isn’t weird how we are all born with no problems and how we’re all innocent but as we grow we learn more and more about our lives and then we later become depressed and the you are laying awake in your bed at 3am and you hear the question “who knew that I would grow up to be like this?”

no matter how many people you know, there is always someone forgotten

Just laying in my room, listening to this, and dissociating. I welcome the void.

Being too self aware is lonely and terrifying

Sometimes it feels like I've learned to live alone for so long it's become almost a comforting blanket. I just hope someone remembers me.

I know it's been 3 years already, but I feel nostalgic to this mix

"lofi hip hop radio - beats to relax/study to" has nothing on this one, man, I wasn't studying when I turned on this video, now I am, this put me in a goddamn _mood for studying_ which is not something I've ever experienced before

I'm currently reading, playing post-apocalyptic videogames/books, is this a coincidence?...I think not, Thanks again Cryo!

💔 RIP Cesar Alexandre aka Mount Shrine/Mount Hibiki/Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza. :´( Thank you so much for your transcendental, otherworldy, soothing and soul-healing music. 🙏 We will miss you and your music dearly. Rest In Beats. 🙌

Listening to this mix transports me back to that period when COVID first crept into our lives. In a weird, morbid way I feel somewhat nostalgic for that time in early 2020. Everything was changing. No one knew what to expect. It was the most "unknown" that most of us have faced in our entire lives; for a brief time our regular lives were uprooted and we were faced with the howling existential abyss and we didn't know how to react. For just a small, exhilarating moment in time the streets were empty, people stopped and looked around, and the hum of humanity died down. In a way, I miss it.

Chances are you didn't find this video- it found you. Relax, enjoy yourself, and may good things come your way.

Setting the useless radio down, he sighed and returned to his tattered bed to slump down and weep. No longer was it embarrassing; everybody was gone, after all. Now, it was merely a way of passing the time. Just a few months prior, eternal loneliness, to him, did not seem so bad. But isolation was truly shaping itself up to be completely unbearable. The pitiful man wiped his eyes, knowing what he had to do... He could leave this world and finally render it completely empty. However, as he stood on tall, strangely calm legs, a sound stopped his train of thought. A voice coming from the radio. "Hello?"

That effect that sounds like it could be a distorted radio broadcast with just barely audible dialogue in the first song really works. I love that.

"You're not that guy pal! Trust me you're not that guy!" - That guy

I dreamt I slept nestled among the bones of giants...

Cant get a break from people talking about the virus I swear every comment section is the same

Lifeless Indoors is so good. Goosebumps. Gets me every time RIP Mount Shrine

The first track is unparalleled to any other ambiance music. It gives me such strong feelings of solitary, but not the kind where you feel empty or uneasy. It is the solitary of nature, the kind of peace of mind that you get late at night, or in the middle of the forest. This track has such an overwhelming clarity and peace to it, it's as if time stands still.

"It's time to sit down and remember how much we've forgotten" - edgy teenager

I love this, it has somehow a Silent-Hillish feeling to it, it's like the Vaporwave of Pure horror.

This mix is already so nostalgic it's crazy

I have no connection to anyone. Not even myself. I feel so alone. Everyday I keep thinking I’ve hit rock bottom and then the next day it gets worse. My life is a dark, painful, lonely nightmare. This music feels like it has captured the emotions of my life perfectly.

i´ve been numb for so long that i dont even know if it´s me anymore

weird that we are all currently thinking and doing stuff and some day we just wont. our brain will shut off and we will just sleep forever without dreaming. eventually all human life will go out and all that will be left will be rogue radio transmissions transcending mortality.

I don't know why but I tend to like to listen to these types of songs while playing Minecraft, just adds a bit more of loneliness with only you in the world.

Sometimes when I'm out walking in the street and there's no cars or people around, I like to imagine that I'm entirely alone in the world. That everyone except me just vanished into thin air without a trace and left me behind. Despite there being no people here anymore except me the world continues to work , the stores shelves are stocked, the electricity and water keeps working but I'm the only one there and I keep going through my daily life like nothing has happened. It's like I'm stuck in purgatory and I'm not sure if I should be happy or terrified

This year got it hard for me. Depression, COVID, breakup from 3 years long relatioships, lots of pain and being hurted from people that surround me, and finally on holidays I'm being left alone... Last week I've been barely eating, had bad sleep, and drank way more than I should. I felt that it going to finish me soon. Yesterday I decided to stop, I'm gradually minimizing alcohol every day, dropped off from social media for a while (nobody even reaches out to me, people left me, and those who care find a way to call or text me without social media. also it hurts me more and wastes my time scrolling around), and started meditation again. I'm trying to go to bed earlier, and eat more, although my appetite is very low. I hope I can do it, as I really thought if I don't stop it won't end well... and hope you guys stay out there safely.

In an empty world, songs are no more needed than the rustling of leaves under your shoes. But the rustling of leaves becomes song, anyway.

Walking through empty cities, neighborhoods, markets, airports....you're the only human you know of that's alive and around. Spent so long in self-imposed solidarity that now you wish you could see people again. You now spent time wishing to trade all of that to see another, even the glimpse of another living person. It's been a decade now since you woken up one day to being the only person in the known world. It wasn't until 5 months into the true lonely life that you'd even love to see the people you hid from. Walking through streets, along the long lines of cars, many with full tanks yet. Sleeping in a new bed every night. Eating the food the vanished left behind before it's rotted and gone too. What you cannot finish, you feed the few birds and insects and animal life left. It haunts you that even they were few in number and decreasing. Electricity lasted for a few months, until you had to rely on vehicles, batteries, solar panels, hand crank devices and generators for any electricity, but it didn't take long for the need and interest in power to wane. All radio is silent. Nothing on tv anywhere. No internet. The most you've done is go around, booting people's computers to see if they have music, videos, anything to remind you of the people gone. 10 months into this new, lonely world, after learning how to grow a vegetable garden you ditched your rifle and pistol, realizing you won't need them. There's no one to be a threat to you and even the carnivorous animals have dwindled in numbers. Walking, biking, driving from city to city. Beginning to see the fur and bones of animals. You try to feed any you encounter, or at least leave food out for them, hoping to retain any life you possibly can. Your siblings to picked on you enough to give you insecurities, you long for them. Your parents whom you also had a rocky relationship with. The former friends that had become enemies. The enemies themselves you wish you could see again. This new world you're in has also stripped you of all of your insecurities and little things you felt were life altering and bad. It has faded away a lot of issues you had. Unfortunately, the good is beginning to fade 2.3 years into this life. Hope is fading like the refrigerators full of dried, dusty mold, the empty houses, the empty cars, the empty amusement parks, the beaches, the malls, everywhere. All empty, dried up, dusty. You realize how much you've changed. Having climbed to the top of a ferris wheel to eat. You look at your bag, realizing it's a basic backpack. No longer designer bags you used to hold in higher importance than your life. Your shoes are basic running shoes, no longer designer shoes that you used to in debt to get. Clothes are plain, a bit practical. The expensive, designer, "high class" clothes you filled your life with...even wearing for less than a season and moved onto more new clothes as the old sit in your closet, all of those don't matter to you anymore. Nothing matters compared to the hope of seeing even just one more person. None of it matters as much as your deep internal struggles of missing everyone, the very people you isolated your from. Even now, 3 years into the desolate world, you cannot admit to yourself that you miss people. You can admit that so much is trivial compared to having people around. You just can't yet admit that you miss them. Having almost unlimited resources, you've learned how to do many things. Operating machinery. Manual transmission. Lift heavy things with a seesaw motion of weight on one end lifting the other so you can place blocks under it until the heavy object is high above the ground and supported. It took you a few days and some callouses but you did it. Even 4 years of this, you can still go to any car and either drive it until gas runs out or you siphon the gas out. You used to like that one BMW car you had 2 years ago but when it finally hit you that you have ALL of the options, you no longer have a preference, only that it can drive. You still jog and run. Your device, your multiple microsd cards full of music, audiobooks, lectors, people's home videos, anything to listen and relive other people's moments and lives. It's the closest you'll ever had to having someone with you again. As you run alongside rivers and streams and roads and all kinds of scenery spots, it also finally hit you that the air, the skies, the water, all so clear. It's been like that for a long time, you just haven't noticed until now. 5.5 years later. At the end of this day, you'll swim in the river you ran beside, then take a bath when you find a place you want to sleep in. You're surprised there's still plenty of fish. You still filter your water, even though you have it in the back of your mind that it's not as necessary anymore. You don't take a risk though. Nighttime, you often find the tallest building in whatever city or town you're in to lay on the rood and stargaze. Night skies are so clear, no light pollution that even within year 1, the night sky never looked so vivid and to this day, it's so clear. Sometimes you even sleep on the roof. 6.5 years later, cooking a fish over a campfire, you listen to music from your teens that no longer makes you cringe as you can feel the joy from them again without any fear of ridicule or guilt or anything from others if they knew you still liked it. Adding lemon pepper to the salmon you caught while you sing along to the pop music playing from a stereo powered by the current car you're driving. Appreciating everything as you go. Even after every song, every movie, every person's home video, you thank them for it. Thank them for leaving a piece of the human spirit for you to partake and enjoy. Sometimes you pretend they're made for you, sent from a friend long, long ways away. There are many areas you avoid. Even though it's been 8 years since, some places such as nuclear facilities for power and another products no longer have anyone to maintain them so every nuclear facility has degraded and blown up and leaves telling signs that it's not safe in that particular area. Nothing but scars upon the purer, cleaner Earth. 9 years into the solitary world, the foliage overtaking almost everywhere. So much that buildings grown over look like green hills and mountains. Sometimes it's hard to drive around as some tree roots damage the paved roads. You prefer trucks and SUVs for the last few years. You prefer homesteads and farm lots than cities and towns, but you'll sleep where it's convenient. For the last few years, you start off your mornings honking car horns and shooting off guns, hoping that if there's a chance someone might be alive and near to hear the noise. Nighttime you set off fireworks and sometimes have big bonfires. Not a day goes by where you don't have something playing. A movie, music, lectors, audiobooks on repeat. 9 years and as you look through people's computers and phones you still get surprised at what you find, adding to your collection. Greeting them as if they're a person, saying that you're pleased to have them. 10 years into the big empty world, you've been almost everywhere in the North American continent. Hope is almost dry and turned to dust. Adding the last of the fuel canisters onto a boat as you are about to set towards across the ocean, towards the next continent. Looking around, actually becoming emotional, leaving like you're something behind, like you're leaving friends behind. You don't know why you cry but you don't stop yourself. Beginning of summer hot days, you start the engine, you turn on your stereo, playing somber music. You feel like saying sorry. Why? And to whom do you think it towards? You don't care, you don't stop yourself from feeling anything, you let it happen and permeate. You keep yourself alive and human and full of emotion and clinging onto hope. Pulling the lever, making the boat drive off away from mainland as you keep your eyes on it. Breathing hard, allowing yourself to let go, feel scared again and to accept a new adventure elsewhere. Even as the mainland has vanished from sight, you keep looking for a few more moments before looking ahead. Ahead towards another new life, another new world. Maybe this time I'll find someone. I hope...

"I ate those food" -Garfielf

It's funny that the title is "Songs for an empty world;" as a kid, I believed (and still do, to an extent), that after death, your brain essentially puts your consciousness into an "aftercare" state due to the traumas of both life and death, and over time (if you aren't already), you'll become progressively more lucid with your initial blank slate afterlife. I'm not talking completely white, but your perception of the world, just empty; there's nobody else but you, and your own thoughts. I used to make playlists with this type of music because when I die, I wanted to populate my world with this somber, Silent-Hill like ambiance. It's nice to hear stuff like this again. Maybe the universe is giving me a sign. Maybe not. Who knows.

this is the most philosophical comment section i have ever encountered.

Go to a basement, turn off all the lights and listen to this. You lose the sense of time and space. Magical and transcendental feeling.

Perfect music for the nearing post-apocalyptic era

For so many, who have no clear path in life, nothing to look forward to, and little to look back to, the world may as well already ended. What difference is there in a soul wandering without purpose in a modern city or a future wasteland, other than the nearness of the next meal? Either way they live in an empty world. Hopefully they can one day accept purposelessness but for most that will not be the case.

This music has a pretty interesting effect on all people. Personally, I felt something distant, memories of nature and loneliness. About how beautiful the landscapes of the morning forest are from a bird's eye view. As I lie in the middle of the cool grass in a small clearing surrounded by dark fir trees. Special color of grass and lighting. Calmness. Like a dream. Everything is too familiar. Everything is... I don't know how to describe this feeling. It’s like I’ve returned to my true home. But not the house in which I was born and raised, but different. I would like to stay here and so that time stands still forever.

RIP Mount Shrine ❤

Rest in peace Mount Shrine, maybe we'll meet again among others who travel empty worlds

An album listened to by a million people, is a million different albums.

Sometimes it feels like I blinked when i was a kid, and got teleported into this tired and washed out person, who is awake at night and wondering, how in the world did he got here. Sometimes the past seems so close and yet so unimaginably far, it’s heartbreaking. Can I ever get back to the good old days? Can any of us?

RIP mount shrine.

Wait, its all empty? Always has been.

I don't know why, but this playlist makes me feel more alive than anything I've ever listened to. it makes me want to love and cherish everything. I felt quite sad and melancholic this morning, but these sound tracks have triggered something within my mind and soul. I feel.

The thing about these songs, they bring about this feeling about how, as a child, I never really thought about these feelings much. But, as I grew older, I felt anger, emptiness, dread, agony, hatred. Never do we think we will become like anyone or anything when we are children because that isn't what we see. We were too naïve and innocent as children, bliss coming from ignorance of the ways of the world. Only when we were exposed to the world is when we fell into the shadow of the veil this world entraps us in, hiding from us the inner child that we used to be. Depression, anxiety, suicide, the common stuff we feel today, that is what we are now. True joy is something rare to see among us, because to feel that, we must be free from the world's grasp. Don't let the world keep you under its control, remember you. If you forget you, you lose yourself, and then the world will truly own you.

first song feels like im sitting on those blocks during the startup of the ps2

somehow this makes me hate living in a desert town even more. i just want to walk in to the woods and get lost listening to this.

This reminds me of my time playing Shadow of the Colossus. Virtual miles of beautiful natural scenery mixed with the further beauty of the ruins scattered about. It felt so surreal to wander (no pun intended) and see the sights, but yet, minus the birds and little lizards roaming around, the whole place is devoid of fauna and humans. Genuinely instilling this idea of a "forbidden land". The game instantly became one of my all-time favorites after finishing my first playthrough.

I wrote a story to this ambient music. This story has very little editing and was really just a free flowing memory and feeling that got typed in notepad. These chains that bind us aren't even real. They break you down until you're an empty shell of a person. Then you discover hopelessness. It breaks you down slowly until the will to live is almost extinguished. The feelings of hopelessness can be crippling in the day to day life. You try to fight everyday but nothing really changes. That feeling when life doesn't make it fair for an overthinker. Someone who cant turn the thought process off. The way the brain never stops thinking or processing even when you're sleeping. Waking up in a panic and being alone. Wondering how long its been since you made a rational thought, a rational sentence or any form of critical thinking? What is the meaning of life? What is serenity? solace? What are fields from the birds eye view? What is the willingness to change? Does anything really matter? Life is meaningless when you end up in the tomb of the forgotten. But aren't we all forgotten at some point? We struggle to reach out for human touch. Human contact. Someone to relate to and someone to share your life with. Seeking a togetherness that comes from a selfishness of not wanting to get left behind. The ol white picket fence analogy. To be loved and heard. Held with an invitation to understanding so you understand the consequences. The double edge sword of uncertainty strikes again. I'm tired. The lack of understanding can be heard a mile away. There's no point in trying to explain anything anymore. It has long since fallen on the deaf ears of reason. The deaf ears of tranquility. The deaf ears of solitude and the joys of screaming to be left alone. Its almost like You call out and call out but no one hears you. Its like no is listening. No one responds. No one hears you. You scream loudly but no one hears you. The desire to build something that cant be broken. Dreams of smoke and dust and noise. Dreams of being absent from life. Desperately trying to hear the radio but words between muddled by the crackles of static coming from the speaker. You hope to hear dead melodies of yesteryear. Trying to do the unthinkable but to no avail its just another day of misery. You cant give up but you struggle to keep a smile. Everyday you become more of an empty shell. Struggling to stay alive inside. People don't understand. Its too deep of a concept for them. Want to better yourself because maybe you can get a smile that way. The feeling of unending doom is strong. Time to find what hurt us and kill it. I have awakened in darkness but there's a faint light in the distance. My eyes....hurt to open. Hearing what sounds like a distant radio transmission. The voice sounds familiar if it could just be made out. However just as the transmissions started, they ended. Now there is silence. I will never identify the voice now. *clenching fist, ready to punch something* "I'm so sick of being this way!" The need to get up and figure out where I am is strong. I can't get up. My arms feel heavy as steel and don't move much. The radio starts up with the intermittent crackling again and I immediately don't feel so alone but then I must have passed out. I have once again awakened to find myself in the same place that's dark and damp but feels familiar now. Familiar....frustration....anxiety....emptiness....failure. It all starts to add up and after a while you start to get tired. The feeling of....joy....hollowness are starting to become the same. What the hell has happened . I'm not sure how much time has passed since I've been here. Wherever here is. In my minds eye? Is this a soul? Where did it come from? I don't know how I got here either. Is this what being dead is like? Nah death is more peaceful than this. Is this some kind of bad dream? Did I get hit? Everything is so blurry I must have a concussion. No more like a delusion of your former self. Everything is gone. Feelings....lost....unable to think clearly. I don't understand what's happening. I have memories of a past life. The nuclear family. Work. Driving. Love. Success. My children's laughter that made my life complete. I remember a city towering with sky scrapers and lush green trees and flowers all over the city. People were bustling in their daily lives to keep the world moving round and round. There are cars whizzing by and cutting the air. The fountain in the park was animated with flowing water that was crystal clear. The children's laughter was impossible to not embrace with a warm heart. The air was pure and clean. The laughing faces told a story of happiness and triumph. The world was working together for once. Human beings were being. But something has gone terribly wrong. The past has become a dying memory, the ebb and flow has brought news of the doomed world in a state of emergency. The clouds above are free. Free as the wind. The mourning star has risen in the north once again. Now the skyscrapers were dead and some were dying as I watched them disintegrate into dust and nothingness. The faces were not long for this world and have turned to stone. The air has begun to get stale and expire. No children's laughter and no warm hearts. The water has stopped flowing and animates nothing but a sense of death. The cars have become skeleton wreckage on the roads and highways. The people have all passed on with a despondency and a triviality. The morbidity of the landscape was exactly what you thought it would be. A post apocalyptic nightmare made in the depths of malediction. A world once filled with technological advancements and the greatest inventions and minds was now a wasteland. How did all this happen? Was a bomb dropped or something? Were humans being rotten? Yeah probably. They could do everything but get along. How do I know all this? What...was I. What AM I? I don't...feel like a machine. Can a computer feel anxious? No. It can't. The memories are flooding my mind but I cant quite make them out. Faces, places and memories I can't place are widespread and there's no sign of life anywhere.

As an introvert, shut-in (semi Hikikomori), and someone with an inferiority complex, this is just my type of music. Enjoying the loneliness, the silence, and the place my mind brought to.

The wind blows behind him, moving his long cloak. it's completely silent. The leftovers from a cilivization that disappeared without expectation. Yet everything seems to be normal. It's this silence that is making him shiver. So many people used to live here, and now...not a single soul. The massive towers of glass and steel are slowly decaying, the vegetation was conquering this place. He stopped and looked around. He started to hear noices, loud noices, people talking, he even heard his name. He looked everywhere, but, there was nobody. Was he becoming insane? The sounds were becoming louder. He fell on his knees. His arms tried to reach for something, his lips were moving, trying to say a word, a name, but he was unable to speak. unable to move. A sudden weight started to push him down, even more sounds started to reach his ears, it was a pure chaos. He wasn't sure what was happening. What terrifying fade had got to the people here, he thought. His strongest desire was to leave, to leave this crooked place, to leave this empty world. Suddenly he heard a voice, a voice calling his name. Something was different. The voice was kind, it was telling him not to give up, his journey hasn't even started. This is just that, what remained from the people here. This was just something new, but at the same time something known to him. He knew those sounds, he was able to recognize them. He has already been here before. Then it got him. With all his force he was albe to stand, but still in wiggling feet. The sounds were fading. it was silent again. The emptiness of this world had dragged him down for a minute. He continued his journey.

Hey you, yeah. The one who survived and still hasn't found anyone. I'm sure you're not the last person on earth, even after whatever happened- well, happened. The mere fact that you are reading this (or even can read this) should be more than enough reason to keep looking. Survive. Keep pushing through. That's what we do, as humans. We are survivors. Whether that's in a literal physical environment or a deeper emotional or psychological level doesn't matter. The very meaning of existence itself is survival. If you look up into the night sky, the glimmer of trillions of stars, you'll see signs of survival too. No, I'm not talking extra terrestrial life. I'm referring to what we know about the war in the void as of 5/22/2020. Matter and mass, burning and flying around in the endless expanse. From a molecular level to the stars shifting and colliding up to a scale the human brain is incapable of properly visualizing... The globe is a crazy place. We're reaching a new page in the story of humanity, but I'd like to point out... When aren't we changing? This is just another step in a direction we don't know (except you, you have hindsight). Every day there's something changing, lives are lost, lives are beginning. We're geared to survive on a limited time. And you... Apparently you have access to the internet. So, I suppose if you've already learned to survive physically, maybe work on surviving emotionally. And that goes for anyone else reading this, before whatever happens, happens. Wake up to each day not as your last, but as your first, and start learning something new. Remember, survival is every bit of learning as it is doing. This has been another random sub-comment on a random comment on a youtube video. I'll see you later. or not. :) -AP // Edit notes: Thanks to veno501 for the edit. Reads a lot better now, I only retained the original date as of writing from the original version. I love coming back to check on replies and insight. I'm glad this reached you, and I hope you are too.

Sometimes I believe we never value the moment, but when we look back we realize the extent of our experiences with full nostalgia. Memories seem to be more alive and real than the moment we experience them.

Not to offend other creators but Mount Shrine was the one who made it for me when I first discovered this playlist about 2 years ago. His works, they bring back the memories from my childhood, I used to be very imaginative as a kid. I used to imagine places and events so obscure yet so meaningful and reasonable to me. His ambients bring back those memories. My lost worlds, so complex yet so simple at the same time. I am the only one who can see the beauty of those worlds. Subtotem sounds like that one world with the cave near a waterfall in a forest like the one on the picture. I had a strange feeling inside me as if my heart is tickling when I was imagining this. I was completely alone in that world. I loved the vibe

when I think of love, I think, “what the hell, I’ve been in love before, I'm not so bad off, maybe it’ll happen again.” But nights are long sometimes, I’ve slept alone so long now, that maybe it won't happen again. But I have to keep thinking it will

All these comments lead me to one inescapable conclusion; our fears reach out into the dark and are met by the fears of others, and all are overcome by hope, and transform into love. In this thread I see those who use their own fear as a way to reach out and help others. It's so beautiful. Bless you all.

This set was how I learned of "Mount Shrine,"... ... I find myself looking fondly back to that day. Thank you kindly, Cryo Chamber for introducing me to his works. I was quite the fan of his. Sincerely, RIP Cesar Alexandre...

Always comeback here when my soul needs space

"We're all just walking each other home." - Ram Dass

Sometimes, being the first one is the same as being totally alone. Because there is nothing behind you, and you don't know if there will be something ahead.

Dark calm dripping over the mossy rocks and thick tree bark. Walking through an empty forest far from any concrete or brick structures during a wet and humid downpour. The whole experience feels as though you are watching it back on an old recording from a forgotten VHS tape stored in a desk drawer that was locked years ago. All the neighbouring outcrops are just as empty as the forest and just as desolate as the broken tree branches at your feet. The rain continues to pour.

I just spent 10 minutes staring at the full moon wishing for a power outage so I could see the night sky better. I’ve lived for almost 30 years, but I’ve never seen the Milky Way, or the full brightness of the moon unspoiled by light pollution This music, this is kinda... encapsulating how I feel right now

I think this nostalgic, almost scary, overwhelming feeling is what our ancestors felt when they spread throughout the world countless millenia ago. What you feel, at least I do, is a form of remembering. The forests, the caves and mointains, the bright sunny day and the old sacred night. All of that engraved in our souls, just like the old runes and stones. Have a blessed day fellow travelers

Entry Number 1 Before Horizon, I was something of an innovator. At least, as a hobby. For my actual job I was a sewer worker. I would craft small inventions that I thought were interesting. Nothing really came of it. However, the ability to put things together (and take them apart) proved extremely useful once Horizon hit. There were no survivors, as far as I knew. I was lucky enough to be in a sewer tunnel, far enough underground to not be harmed. I've been able to survive... so far. I was able to make some sufficient gear for scaling the now ruined shells of skyscrapers to get supplies and materials. I was even able to make a sort of broadcasting system that plays music. A sort of final radio station, if you will. There's only one problem... well, besides everything. At night, somewhere, I swear I can hear something. It sounds like a voice. It doesn't scream, or even seem to be talking to anyone. But it just talks about... something. I'm not sure what though... I hope I'm not going crazy.

When I was young I had these moments of peace and void. They were special moments which you only experience alone. This song reminds me of these moments. And the comments make it clear there is a lot of us that felt this way and it is almost pointless trying to describe it with words.

I don't know if there is people around here anymore. I come here to leave an epitaph to my old me. If somehow in the past you can read this. Today i saw the thumbnail of this video and felt an incredible feeling of serendipity. Two years ago, i remember listening to this the last thing just before a terrible depression/OCD episode hit me, the worst of my life. I was 3 months in pure hell, unable to get out of bed, one year or more to recover with meds and therapy. But i have a good memory of this video. I feel it was the last stop before the death of an old me. The last island before the abyss, and that was it. A last and soft comfort before the claws of pain ripped my soul. A light of vain hope but hope nonetheless. It was literally the empty world of a disappearing civilization. Somehow, i never returned. Im somebody else, somehow. And this was the sound of my old soul dying.

I hope everyone watching this stays safe and healthy. I haven't seen people outside my family in weeks, and it's getting to me. Crazy times, crazy times.

Whoa, I noticed there were breaks in the video track and thought it was broken, then I saw the artist name and track for each separation. I didn't even know that was possible until now!

this introduced me to mount shrine and learning that he's passed away just a couple days after this video went live leaves me sad in a very strange way rest easy cesar..

Read the comments here, read and amaze what a "simple" music album could do wonders in so many disconnected people around the world. Music is magic.

There's a thunderstorm outside tonight. I'm currently standing on my chair, looking out to the sky, rain pouring down on the roof tiles. I have my headphones in, but I almost can't hear the music. This is my form of bliss, and nothing can change that, and I'd cry for if I could cry on command.

I've lost all my friends from the stress of the lockdowns. The last one just completely stopped speaking to me and made me feel like shit. Im not on good terms with my family and now I'm the last person I know.

Walking through the forest, on a rainy day in October, the smell of dead leaves and wood, carrying a bit of firewood on your back, just you and those sounds of drops falling everywhere ... Today is damn hot and right now I miss my small town, clean, pure, peaceful, innocuous.

It's been 3 years already, but I still can't forget about the emptiness I had in my soul when I firs listened to this. These cold nights I was spending crying and worried about someone in 2020 were just fuel to make me stronger. I'm glad I feel like a new person nowadays. It's 23:33 in 26/09/2023 and I have a phisolophy of law test tomorrow morning, I'm in my law college 2nd period. I don't know exactly what made me come back to this video, but I feel that the experience this audio gives me reminds me of how short things are in life and I'm only 19. Good night to those who stay

Try listening to this while exploring old minecraft worlds of yours its a truly nostalgic experience :)

This is like everywhere at the end of time, but it starts near the end of time

“Remember, no matter how powerful the darkness appears to be, it’s always defeated by a single ray of light”.

Beautiful Songs for an empty world ❤🌎🎆❤

Checkpoint; people think the ocean is scary, and I honestly have no reason to disagree, however, it's comforting in a way. the earth is far from completely explored, and what lurks beneath the water is not completely known either. the unknown can reveal and hide many things simultaneously, and it's up to us to decide whether or not we find comfort in that. whether we're afraid of it because it knows something we don't, or to welcome it so we can learn more. even though I visit it often, whatever lurks beneath the waves has yet to reveal it's secrets to me. I can hear them calling my name, asking, no, begging to escape, for me to help them. yet, I can't do anything about it. the most I can do is stay by the water, listening to them, just to let them know they're being heard. I will stay here. listening, and waiting for something to happen. that is the most I am capable of. Saved. 7/25/2020

Don't know about you guys but this music is so good and relaxing that when I paused it I had to fade it out with the volume button cause I couldn't manage such an abrupt separation

This is so damn cozy, I can imagine myself in a finished cabin casually playing some obscure Amiga 500 adventure game, as it gently drizzles outside. The fireplace keeps the cabin warm, but not to hot, my small dog is blissfully sleeping a foot from the fire cage. I get up to check the crock pot to see how the roast is doing, soon I'll need to start on the potatoes.

It's moments like these that makes me look at my life and realize just how alone I've always been. I'm still young, I shouldn't be this worried about interpersonal relationships just yet but still. Everyone says it gets better and no one is truly alone but it's been 18 years so far and no one has come. No one came when I was small and frail and needed to be shown what love was and how it would shape me, no one came when I was just a child facing violence from my own mother who was supposed to be the one there for me even if all others disappeared, no one came when I took multiple attempts on my life at 15. How much longer do I have to be alone? Why am I so incapable of being happy or content? I'm scared...

Laying in my bed and listening to this, chills wash over me and tears flood my eyes. I don't know why I feel this way but my whole body is covered in goosebumps. As the track meets is crescendo, my heater turns on and fills the room with a familiar red glow. This is the room I've known for days. Weeks. Months. Years. Eventually this room will be nothing but a fleeting memory in the back of my head, and I'll remember nothing of this experience. You, too, share a similar fate. As you read this comment, you can't help but think that it'll just become a passing memory. The flow of time is like water, effortless in it's constant motion. Never stopping, never ceasing. Cold. Unyielding. People try to tell you what time is, what reality is. It's not something humans have created the words to describe yet. Reality is something far more complex. Open your eyes and experience this brief moment in an ocean of endlessly flowing time, and do something to change the world so that it might never be forgotten. That's what I'm doing. Leaving a mark as a timestamp and reminder that this happened. Just as fast as I finish, my heater turns off, and the glow that once filled the room is overtaken by cold, crisp shadows. The chills invade my body once more and my ears are licked by the unforgiving flames of loneliness. Goodnight, world. See you [ ]. ♥️