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“You found me.”Not everyone does. This cottage hides well in the forest. But you… you followed something here. A feeling? A memory?Some find it by accident. Others search for years. But the door only opens for those who are meant to be here.And today… it opened for you.I am the perfumer of this wood. I brew for lovers, for dreamers, and for those who come here alone.Come. Follow me.Let's see if there's something here… meant for you.Oh! Do you want to know what's right there, in front of you?---This one? “Love You.”I made it with petals from a rose that never bloomed, ink from the very first love letter of a couple who are no longer in this world, and rainwater from the rooftops of seven couples.Between us? This is the one couples ask for most.Especially the ones whose love has gone a little quiet.Wear it, and you'll remember what it felt like to fall.---And this one… “Evermore.” That's what I call it.It's for those who have found their person.I added three things, rose petals that dried on the branch under a full moon, pine needles from a tree that survived a lightning strike, and salt from the tears of a woman who waited fifty years.It smells like forever.---Ah… these two.They don't have names yet. They're not ready.Please, don't touch them. Don't even sniff.The last time someone accidentally used an unfinished potion……they fell in love with their own reflection for three weeks.So, yes. Let them rest.---Every bottle has a story.Tell me yours.And I'll enchant a scent meant only for you. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Beyond the iron gates, past the dead gardens, the mansion waits—windows glowing like hungry eyes in the perpetual darkness.You were drawn here. Perhaps by curiosity. Perhaps by fate. Perhaps by something far more ancient and deliberate.A door creaks open.....Inside, opulence and horror dance together. Marble floors reflect candlelight. Velvet drapes hide secrets in their folds. And at a dining hall where the feast has lasted centuries.Piano keys strike a melancholy tuneThey sit in frozen elegance, the eternal guests. Some at the table, throats exposed and eyes glazed.Footsteps. Always footsteps.She appears from shadow as if born from it—the lord of this cursed estate. Ancient. Beautiful. Terrible. Behind her, others emerge, their movements synchronized, predatory, patient.'You've come such a long way,' she whispers, voice like silk over razors. 'Stay. Drink. Dance. Become.'The sound of teeth piercing flesh..In this mansion, transformation is inevitable.Will you rise from the table as one of them, immortal and insatiable? Or will you simply... feed their endless hunger?The violin swells. The dance continues. And you... you're already part of the performance.___________________________________Should your curiosity draw you through the night… I invite you to enter my channel.https://bit.ly/YoutubeVanillaparadiseSurvived the night and joined our table? Follow… and become part of the eternal dance. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

You are standing at the edge of a quiet forest, just as the night settles in.Before you lies a narrow path — barely visible under the soft glow of scattered lights drifting between the trees.The sounds you hear… rise gently from somewhere deeper — from within the heart of the woods.A distant birdcall echoes softly, altered by the air like a language only the trees understand. Leaves whisper with the breeze and the faint chime of something unknown flickers in and out.This ambient soundscape blends elements of nature and fantasy — rustling wind, altered bird calls, insects at night and glimmering tones that hint at unseen life deep within the trees.Perfect for:

"You are the chosen one—listen well.I'm the shadowed librarian, keeper of this sanctum of forbidden knowledge.Perhaps you have heard whispers of this place—a colossal black stone sanctum, shrouded in an eternal mist, resting in the heart of a deep mountain valley.This is the Forbidden Library, a vault of long-lost knowledge and forbidden spells forgotten by time.The ancient gates inscribed with seals of arcane power only the chosen may break. Yes, you succeeded because you are destined.As you cross the threshold, the faint glow of candlelight illuminating your path.Towering shelves hold tomes bound in leather from creatures long forgotten, their spines marked with runes that shift and writhe under your gaze.Each book is sealed by ancient spells, impenetrable to all but those who fate deems worthy.Tread carefully—the words within these pages are not mere ink and parchment but living power that can alter the very fabric of existence. The knowledge you uncover may grant you the power you desire or it may bind you forever within the silence of these hallowed halls.Go forth, Chosen One, and face the secrets that await.The answers lie in your hands."

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❤️Hello! My beloved wanderer it's my pleasure to welcome you to our small cozy tavern! It​'s​ pretty quiet tonight. You​ can hear the sound of lute music playing, wooden chair , soft footsteps, coins in the bag, drink pouring, old wooden door open and close, broom sweeping and fire crackles gently from fireplace at the corner of the room. Hopefully​ this cozy tavern soundscape​ can bring on relaxation​ or stimulate your creative​ mind whatever you do writing​/reading etc. Have a good time! _______________________ If you'd like to support​ me you can either ➡️Subscribe my youtube channel (​Cinematic​ intro/video version and New Ep. faster!!

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