Every Lost Soul In The Otherworld

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Immortality is our demise. The fear of the finale is humanity's magnum opus.

Immortality is our demise. The fear of the finale is humanity's magnum opus.
05:04
They want me to look at those who have left us. I'll let everyone know where you all are right now.
06:19
Long ago, I met a street artist who mastered the piano's melody. Sadly, his notes have since departed, leaving only a wistful memory behind.
06:16
Grandfather, you recounted all your wartime feats, but you passed away, forgetting them.
06:00
Grandmother, within you flourished the grandest love the world has known. Let your music embrace the wandering souls, offering solace to the lost.
03:12
The voices of those who've passed resonate like a celestial choir. Their melodies, now ethereal instruments, compose a cosmic staff in the tapestry of another universe's sky.
05:26
My dear dog left this world. I felt alone and in profound silence.
04:43
Brother, sometimes I don't think about death. I hope to feel your warm presence in a distant future.
02:41
Time, our subtle assassin, unfolds. The spirits of the forgotten weep, blind to the silent needles of the clock.
06:13
Mother, I was on the verge of death, but I had to know if tomorrow would still find you happy.
05:17
Father, I'm observing how you appreciate me, even if you don't say it. A hug before death is a new language. Before death.
04:37
With My Bloody Valentine, I died and came back to life.
04:20
All the echoes of my life will find their sanctuary in the melodies spun by musicians across the globe. An epic ballad echoing through the corridors of time.
05:28