"My battery is running low, and it’s getting dark....”

As a dead planet, i can confirm this really helps me do my homework

-"Are you scared?" +"No....Not anymore...." -"Whys that?" +"Because there's nothing left to be afraid of"

_"Are all the accomplishments of humanity fated to be nothing more than a layer of broken, plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil bed, sandwiched between the Burgess shale and an eon's worth of mud?"_

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."

My father died on November 16, 2020, His name was Alexey. The past year has been very difficult for me, I have a constant feeling of emptiness in my heart. 4 months after his death, my mother and I bought a dog Shiba Inu breed, named after my father's school nickname. Jack. I really miss my dad very much and I really hope that one day I will see him in my dream. Sorry, the soul is boiling. "Live so that every dog ​​gives you a paw", my father told me before leaving on his last trip to the north.

Billions of years later, when some strange creature intercepts the Voyager, they will listen to it and they will know of an abandoned planet, far far away, that was once alive and beautiful.

Makes me nostalgic for futures none of us will live to see. The memories. The lifetimes. All ahead of us among the stars.

Catherine? Please don't leave me alone. -Simon (from SOMA)

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.” - Arthur C. Clarke

"We are the middle children of history. Born too late to explore earth, born too early to explore space." - Anonymous

“When the universe has crushed him man will still be nobler than that which kills him, because he knows that he is dying, and of its victory the universe knows nothing.” ― Will Durant, The Lessons of History

This is the comment section i want to be with. Among non toxic people that loves and fascinates with universe, thinking about future of our planet...sun...galaxy. Love you all, astronomy nerds

imagine the billions upon billions of stars, galaxies. planets desolate and rocky, just silently eroding against whatever scary elements they find themselves in. maybe some planets with water, maybe even some with life, primitive or advanced like ours. imagine the fauna and flora that might exist out there. makes me sad that I'll never live to see what mysterious events are unfolding light years away.

Hello to the future, hello to the year 2500 if anyone will be here to read this. This is for you. I hope you find comfort out there, something profound beyond our emotions locked up on a single planet right now. I hope the Universe will teach you compassion, understanding, and humbleness. But I hope most of all you have something to smile about, even if the new world around you seems bleek, dull, and uncertain. For that I want you to remember us, stuck down here on Earth, because were all too familar with that feeling too. And we find our hope in you. So stay strong. -2020

Earth: "Play this at my funeral."

Whenever I feel overwhelmed by thoughts of dread and suicide, I pop over to this channel and comment section. Being lost in sound has saved my life so many times. Thank you.

Too long we scoured amongst the stars. For too long we gazed with fascination and eagerness from glint to twinkling glint. When we finally mastered our engines and mustered our strengths to fling ourselves with mighty distress into the deepness of the cosmos, too long did we spend poring over every dune and under every stone and in every breath of foreign wind. Too long did we search. For LIFE. How we clamoured for that marvellous, calamitous spark. A deluge of delight awaited us just around every corner of every world, ever elusive, but ever taunting. How we mourned every stillborn world, every orb of stone casting themselves in wide arcs around their lonely suns. How we grieved as if it were our own children we arrived to find absent in those blustery, cold plains of desolation. With every world we swept, our hearts faded of hope a little more. Too long it was before we finally realised. There was already life here. And we killed it. EARTH.

Engineers Log: Deago-8. Stardate: 252127.2. Distance to Home: 21472 Light Years. ETA: 350 Years. Crew: 402. HMS Northumbria passed too close to a solar flare. Drift charts didn't expect gravimetric disturbances. Port energy collectors were burnt out during the flare-up; had to replace the wiring with some from the water reclamation system. This has resulted in several additional cryogenic pods having to be recycled, including several crew members. I've taken the least useful crewmembers in for harvesting; as per executive orders, and have disassembled their pods. Repairs are ongoing. Addendum: Stardate 252128.9. Distance to Home 21422 Light Years. Crew: 395. The ship is quiet today. The cryonics systems were able to stabilize the water reclamation system, and the ship is back on course. I've taken the liberty of growing my replacement; my hands, either from age or from work, are not as accurate anymore. I-I find my mind drifting now.... Sometimes, I can still see the captain, reassuring me; or is it a past me... 900 crew... off to colonize the stars. To find a new home for our sick planet. A planet I have never seen. A planet that only comes to me in dreams. I wonder if my replacement will dream of it, too.

Create a universe. Twist a hand and just let the galaxies flow through your fingertips. Obsess over tiny details, the colour of a flower- that specific shade of orange in the evening sky. Scattering moons into orbit like grains of sand. That is what it means to be a God.

I long for ancient secrets and dark mysteries out in the universe. This music absolutely relates to me and helps set my mood.

"Life has been proven to exist beyond the earth, and this life was like us. 9 billion years have passed before the dawn of the Earth, it is a possibility we are in the age of glory, when organisms with minds to create have begun to shape their existence. However we might have been born past that epoch. perhaps that time of glory has ended long ago, and these millions of civilizations have succumbed to the great destroyer, and silence persists. I see a trillion rusting cities on foreign shores. I see a trillion derelects that outlived their fathers. I see a trillion dying races on long dead worlds. In the sands of Mars I see the sands of time, in those ruins a telling of the future and a history of the past. I am no longer human like the people that greet me upon my return, I see past our veil and see the stars beyond them. We are very slowly becoming alone."

This gives me a weird mix of dread and calm. Like I'm alone in a vast, extinct world. But I'm soothed because I know nothing is lurking behind the corners.

This invokes deep, painfully said emotions. I know I need to face these. I know I do.

I read the title as "Songs for Dead Plants". I guess it fits too.

I love how everyone is being poetic philosophic in this comment section

"I keep having this... dream. I'm just staring into the black between the stars. There's something there. I know there is. I just can't see it... but it sees me. I can feel it... hate us. I know you know what I'm talking about. Or you will soon." - Prey 2017

Space It's an unwelcoming and a dangerous place It's cold It's dark It's quiet And it's vast In space you are alone Far away from home In space you are quiet In space you are cold In space you are left alone Frontiers of endless darkness Billions of lightyears old There you are floating inside a void It's cold It's dark It's quiet It's space

This sound evokes such a primal feeling within me. This feeling of being lost, and free. I've experienced it in my dreams. The utter expanse of infinity and space. When I can do nothing but exist in this time. This place. That I can feel whatever I truly wish to feel in every passing moment. That everything that happens is a part of the universe. It feels surreal. That reality is only what you make of it. It's cold. Like I'm embedded in ice. In a strange way, I enjoy this feeling. It's like hitting a reset button. Maybe that's just me.

I'd love a "Before the War" mix. The setting could be that of a soldier, nervously scouting a tree line from their trench, waiting for the inevitable enemy charge. The theme could be pure, grim, visceral dread. Dread of what's to come, dread of what's lurking in those woods.

It's the feeling of realizing the literal meaning of "Space." It's space, everything is so wide and thinned out that we as well call it the abyssal void.

This creates the feeling of watching the sunrise over a frozen landscape, nothing moving aside from your exhales clouding, just yourself and the ice and lifeless trees.

"He had been asleep for multiple lifetimes and slept through the great last war that ended everything. He woke up to a dark earth...the life that he knew before closing his eyes was no more." ....and this music began to play.

Makes me imagine being the last human , my home is in orbit around a blackhole , harvesting its rotational energy as all the stars blinked out many , many Generations before i was born. The colony had fallen into a deep despair and come to the conclusion that 'everything has its time' and ours should of passed with the light. Im all alone now , an old man , the last witness that humanity ever existed. As i turn off the power systems and prepare for the big sleep i look out of the viewer into our so called savior , our dark companion ever present , always whispering to us , inviting us into her cold embrace and i feel the pull of the abyss, terrifying yet also comforting and i know eveything is the way it should be , we did ok and we deserve our rest. I program the navigation systems to use the last of our energy altering our course so the colony will fall into the black hole ....Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust...... i take my seat on the observation deck , the last human at the end of all things.

I think my favorite thing about the internet, besides the ability of having almost all of human knowledge at your finger tips, is the fact that I can find an almost unlimited amount of hauntingly beautiful music. That opening song speaks to me on a spiritual level, and I hope they are content knowing that they produce music that resonates with people.

Thank you Cryo Chamber. One of the best things about buying music from Cryo is being able to sample the albums on- line first. Like this nice MIX of all these ambient tracks - this is sweet! When you find one you love... I urge you to buy an analog CD version from Cryo Chamber too. If you don't y0u are missing out. When you receive a digital version PLUS an analog CD version it's a whole-nother experience. I cannot express how happy I am to be collecting CRYO CHAMBER's CD albums - the are BEAUTIFUL! Really impressive artwork. Impeccable graphic design on every thing I've purchased so far. They're so visually & physically intriguing I'm afraid to actually play the CD's as I don't want to mar them. (I usually play my digital copies, and just gaze lovingly at the albums.). I have worn some of the Albums themselves just from repeated opening and looking through them. See, most of the multiple CD sets come with amazing atmospheric insides, full liner notes, lots of art work, and such fantastic/poetic things - (as you might find in the Necronomicon - at least in all the Lovecraftian/Cthulhu inspired albums). I can tell as Cryo Chamber's work has matured each album has become more interestingly complex - that goes for the ambient music AND the liner notes. I'm glad to see that more sales has enable you to produce more creative albums. I believe that they actually went back to one of the first released Lovecraft albums; "Cthulhu" and created a more elaborate album. Cryo Chamber, did you? It's a single CD, but it has ten pages of heavy art-gallery type paper printed with an original Lovecraftian tale by Alistair Rennie. Several pages of art work by Simon Heath - who I believe is also the graphic designer who made the whole package. It was quite the surprise when I got it. Hope I haven't ruined the surprise for others. I just think potential buyers should know Cryo Chamber really seriously is making quality stuff. The Lovecraft themed albums ~ I believe I have them all... but I'm always hunting on-line for new Lovecraft creations. I wonder how many of Cryo Chamber's other themed works have such elaborate CD albums? ( guess I gotta' buy the other ones as well so I can find out) - Hmmm..."Songs for Dead Planets" This one is really amazing. The above art is by Simon Heath, so I can hope he did another amazing designed CD album for "Songs for Dead Planets" too. I'm not sure how much $ CRYO CHAMBER actually makes on their analog CD albums - they're pretty elaborate. I have a sneaking suspicion that the enormous artistic drive behind Cryo Chamber's work pushes their break-even line to a hair widths. Cryo Chamber THANK YOU for the amazing work. Simon Heath - your art RAWKS! Everything I've purchased so far is so inspirational! I work best listening to your ART. Old Man Parker/Artist~

I saw that people liked this story that I wrote. It had just been a quick thing that I wrote while doing homework to vent more than anything else. But you guys saying you liked it has motivated me to make a revised version. Enjoy: Void, a short story by Eris Niles She had run the calculations many times. First on the ship's computers, but as those deteriorated and power needed to be diverted she had written the equations out on paper. But once that ran out she scratched them into the walls. But the result was always the same. There was no way in physical possibility that she could muster enough power to get the wrecked freighter to get to even the edge of chartered space. No matter what was cut, or where the power was diverted, she would be far into the depths of the unknown by the day that the oxygen recycler ran through its last filters. That day was today. She got up from the cold dark hold of the ship. All power that would be in lighting was diverted to keeping the oxygen running and the engines going. The temperature was set to the minimum survivable heating, no amounts of extra clothes or makeshift ponchos in the form of mutilated bedsheets could keep the chill of the void away. She walked to what was left of the common area. Once well lit, it was now only illuminated by the impossibly distant stars. The screens of the computers were all as dead as the sky outside the window. The ground littered with papers, mathematical proofs of her demise. She wished that she could have something to eat before she embarked on the task she was about to do, but even after diligent rationing, the food had run dry a few days ago. After a long breath, treasuring the stale oxygen she must have breathed hundreds of times before, she entered the airlock and put on the spacesuit inside. It had once been an orange color but 100+ hours of use beyond its intended lifespan had rendered it bleached to a light brown. The suit was worn and threadbare like the patched tatters of a jumpsuit that hung over her half starved frame. She had gone outside almost everyday when she believed the ship could be fixed. That was months ago. She had long since given up hope. Instead she stepped out into the nothing with no purpose. Even after having stepped out of hatches like this hundreds of times, the thrill of loosing all sense of up and down was just as electrifying as the first time. The majesty of the deep sky, the great black expanse in all of its terrifying, cold, glory made her stop short and marvel for a few seconds. Then she remembered what she came here to do. With a deep breath she disengaged the tether. Ignoring the computer’s screams of protest, the clamps let go and she saw the ship, or what was left of it, fly out of view in a matter of seconds. Finally, alone with only the cosmos for its uncaring company, she floated for 10, 30, 60, minutes. Then the void sang her to sleep, the soothing touch of the great empty, the lullaby of suffocation. Eventually she rested, carbon dioxide in her lungs, and the stars reflected in her wide, awed eyes.

Listening to "Rendezvous With Rama Arthur C Clarke Audiobook" while this music is in the background.. so fitting!

Man, it's just crazy you know. All of the things that have existed and all the things that will exist. Every person, every animal; every movie, every video game, every piece of art, every corner of the world. When I think about all of those things and the fact that I exist to appreciate them, my mind just cannot think of an answer. Why do I exist? Why does anything at all exist? What's real and what isn't? Why am I conscious of my own death? Too many questions for someone who is destined to never know the answers. The only thing that is certain is what we feel, interacting with others and with nature; maybe our only purpose is to feel and to hope that we find meaning in those feelings.

I often wish I had a spaceship of my own to just leave and never come back, far away from this planet exploring every twinkle in the sky.

SPACE IS THE PLACE.

I imagine being alone in space traveling with no destination just descending into madness.

Gully Foil is my name Terra is my Nation Deep space is my dwelling place The stars my destination

This'll fit earth soon the way things seem to be going.

This whole list reminds me two things and make my eyes tear: The conception of "decomposing" and some verses of Wolfgang Borchert's poem "Sag Nein!" (Say No!) "In the bustling hazy harbour towns the big ships will fall silent as corpses against the dead deserted quay walls, their once shimmering bodies overgrown with seaweed and barnacles, smelling of graveyards and rotten fish. The trams will lie like senseless glass-eyed cages beside the twisted steel skeleton of wires and track. The sunny juicy vine will rot on decaying hillsides, rice will dry in the withered earth, potatoes will freeze in the unploughed land and cows will stick their death-still legs into the air like overturned chairs. In the fields beside rusted ploughs the corn will be flattened like a beaten army. Then the last human creature, with mangled entrails and infected lungs, will wander around, unanswered and lonely, under the poisonous glowing sun, among the immense mass graves and devastated cities. The last human creature, withered, mad, cursing, accusing - and the terrible accusation: WHY?"

Man, if I put this song on in Space Engineers I'd probably be a lot more immersed. I'd be going through the menus of my damaged ship, turning off everything unnecessary to getting home, letting the one remaining battery rest a bit until it too dies. Grinding down anything that wasn't mission critical for a few extra steel plates and motors. Switching from Antenna to Beacon, turning all the air vents to depressurize and gas tanks to stockpile, topping off my energy in the cockpit, and then entering a cryo pod knowing that I'm just being dramatic and should respawn back on the planet and try again with a better ship.

Bring the ship in, Captain. There are things here that will make you think twice about our very existence. We are far from alone.

I'm stuck from never wanting to leave this time, this moment, for things to stay the same, or for everything to change and never have to face today again.

Kind of reminds me of the idea that when low-mass stars finally cease nuclear activity, after trillions and trillions of years of life, they become cold black balls of impossibly dense iron. Listening to this music makes me think of being a traveller from another universe, arriving too late to see what was once our Sun, now a dead ball of iron not more than a dozen miles across, drifting endlessly in a black, lifeless universe.

"'Faith in faith' he answered himself. 'It isn't necessary to have something to believe in. It's only necessary to believe that somewhere there's something worthy of belief."

I don't know why I am so taken by this. Such weird intimacy when a song is so long.

This music really fits my mood of the last few months

"Inside the Tunnels," the recording had said, "you will find the Truth." And the truth was in front of them. They stood before the earth's core, and it appeared as a pulsating ball of magma surrounded by metal wires and tubes, shining with energy that it provided to the factories and machines above, using whatever was left over to provide heating and lighting for the few remaining Cities. This was the center of the Machine; the steel plating covering the inhospitable surface was only a shell. The Tunnels were merely the bloodstream. The robots above, antibodies against organic life. "This world," I said. "It no longer needs us. How ironic. We made it this way, and now it only sees us as an obstacle to maximum efficiency."

i haven't a clue how i made it here or why i've been brought here... but i'm not really complaining... it's eerily calming and satisfyingly dreadful, listening to this. good to know people share roughly the same thoughts...

The second sun was coming around the planet's rim when we heard it first. Those doing maintenance on the exterior solar modules said it started like a sweet whisper. Like a love long-forgotten had broken the white wall of amnesia to take hold of your heart again. Their radio transmissions morphed from wonder to ecstasy, wearing away under the shock until there was nothing but tears of joy coming through our headphones. When we retracted their tethers to bring them back in, they didn't help us. They were like mannequins. Passive, mute, but for the crying. They reached helplessly out towards space while we forced them back into the airlock. They wouldn't say anything to us even once we got them under medical observation. Finally we put them into a medical coma in hopes that we could somehow reset them and break off this trance. But even after we woke them back up, nothing had changed. One spacer was put into hypnosis to see if we could communicate, and he finally spoke. His face looked like a secret about to break. "Listen" he whispered. The medical officer leaned forward in her chair. "Listen to what, Dobson? Tell me." "Hear," he sobbed, and collapsed again. The engineers were the next to go. The engines, exposed to the exterior, began to resonate with...something. Harmonic contamination. Whatever they were pushing against was pushing back. We locked the doors to the engine room and prayed that nothing serious would break down. One man touched the bulkhead where it enclosed the massive machines that drove us on into the jeweled darkness. His swift descent into delirious gibbering and humming made a strong argument for caution. Every compartment that had an exterior wall was swiftly emptied and crew reassigned. We couldn't afford to lose any more. We ran things by computer and remote command. It was tenuous. But viable. It was the power conduits that got us. The solar relays were exposed fully to the sound. Picked it up like tuning forks, passed it on. Vibrated in sympathy with whatever it was that bathed and inundated our vessel. Have you ever seen Tesla coils sing? A parlor trick. But electricity is mutable enough to make music. The frequencies, pitches, amplitudes - they burrowed into the ship along its electric veins. Soon every console was hazardous as the electrons they commanded turned and danced. Metal exposed to enough electricity becomes magnetic. The vast electromagnetic field that surrounded us began to change, exposed too long to the music. A hand on the floor was enough to turn a spacer into a dreaming, weeping lunatic. But they would hum strange unearthly melodies that - Heaven help us - harmonized with the sounds from those others in the rest of the ship, locked away in futile hopes of isolating the problem. I am the last. A pencil and paper is all I have to record with. And the longer I hear them sing, the more I feel the sound in my very bones. It's taking me. Soon I too will hear it, be part of it. Another singer in whatever eldritch song has wooed the wits from my crew. Is this what they meant by the music of the spheres? Perhaps we were deaf in our own little green world, inured, insulated against whatever it sounds like in that part of the universe. We heard it so much it became a background in our minds. Forgotten enough to leave us sane. But here, so far from home...the insistent newness of this cosmic orchestra takes us. Farewell. The rubber insulation beneath my feet can only last so long. So long. Long. Longing. I can hear it. It calls me. It conducts, like electricity, like a maestro. It sings like the Heavens that turn in stately solemn dance, revolving to the drumbeat of gravity and the light of the sun. The music of the spheres. How did we never hear it before? How can we hear anything else? LISTEN.

yo who wants to come with me as we traverse the surfaces of dead, lifeless planets completely inhospitable to all forms of life, the vast and dark void, drift past inconceivably large stars so big they rip themselves apart. witness planets crumble into molten dust into the great abyss and scour the cosmos for more emptiness?

I am not only fascinated with the music, but also amazed by the quality of comments... Is "dark" music a thing of "brighter" people perhaps?

This Chapter.... 22:52 It is just wonderful

"Have you ever seen a dead planet?" "I've seen more than you can possibly imagine."

Scrolling through KZfaq and I see 'Songs for Dead Planets'... yeah, gotta see what this is about.

Just 1 hour!? Damn... This is too good for only having one hour. :(

''He captured strange and distant worlds in greater detail than ever before. They were beautiful, magnificent... full of awe and wonder. But beneath their sublime surfaces... there was nothing. No love or hate. No light or dark. He could only see what was not there... and missed what was right in front of him.''

just amazing that I felt while listening to this song. just imagine you're in that ship and orbiting that big black dead planet. you have been arguing over many things about if the planet's hospitable place for the humanity to settle down since you and other people on board have noticed the existence of the planet from afar in the space but only to find out it's dead planet, in which nothing can be survived after the ship get there sailing decades of years. you and else might feel frustration, disappointment, and so on. and if their feelings are expressed in the sort of songs..... this can be the one.

I REALLY hope we don't actually need this for our own planet.

When I see so much cool ambient artists in collaboration with artists who I don't know, I become interested. Every ambient track is just a mirror of Great Universe, of human imagination, of God's space dreams... Thank you for great experience and long, long travel in my mind. Most powerful genre for me it's ambient, because it's make my brain and soul OPENED. Greetings from Belarus:)

A planet has to live first, in order to be Dead. Earth being the best example.

Being a dead planet myself, I truly appreciate your kind gesture 🙌

Welcome dreamers, i'm happpy you still exist!

I didn't know I was a dead planet because these songs make me feel incredibly good

Is it not a crime that there are so many wonders in the universe that go unobserved. What I would give to fall into the winds of Jupiter, walk across the sun, dive into a black hole, just to experience it. So much space with infinite beauty.

One face is blistered, the other plunged into a brutal chill. Is this how it's always been? You remember hot oceans, nourishing atmosphere. But something transpired, kicked what was wet and fertile into space, stealing away everything of value. Or perhaps what thrived here for a day or for ten million years decided to leave, peeling its wet organics off the bones.

"We held hands on our last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust"...

As the lights faded, I remembered the fleetest impression of cold. Deep , instant, cutting to the very soul. At the same time my brain surges, wrenching me from my vision, Into that space. lights, experiences, memories, faces. I can hold onto none of it. It flows without clear logic, but each piece is as real as you would like. like pure living experience, dancing to it's own music. The music ends and my trip is over. Like a dream, it seems distant, as if I must doubt it's very existence. Cryogenic travel is always a strange experience they say.

What a beautiful thing to know...all once fluorished and we are simply...too slow.

Some survivors, no government. Thousands of years of freedom.

Man, I wish more people that I immediately knew (and more people in general) were more interested in concepts/ideas such as space/time, philosophy, etc. Too many people care about objectively pointless and mindless shit, and it would be refreshing to be able to walk up to someone and be like (for example) "Hey, what do you think about Einstein's Theory of Relativity?"; I wish this was the norm. This quote comes to mind: "Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people." The cure for boredom is curiosity.

Timeless...

One of my favorite Space Engineers background music...

Everytime I'm listening to your music, it's like sliding down into another dimension, where I can found or lost myself, while this music hold back my tears. It's like something familiar and fits perfectly into my mood and everytime it ends, I fly back into my dark livingroom, sitting lonely on the couch, smiling.

Congratulations. You Have Arrived at Your Destination .press any key to shut down.

You know? These times are really difficult for me, I can't find anything that encourages me or makes me happy, it's like a loop of feeling lonely and feeling like I'm not doing anything with my life. That's when I really need this type of music, to feel that I'm floating through space and that I discover its secrets. Makes me feel a bit better..

Listening to this it occurred to me that all these moments will be lost in time, like… tears in rain.

Excellent MTG Arena background music. I just went 7-0 on ranked with my new deck. Keep it goin!

The Memory of Tomorrow a thought-artefact from dreams and hopes and fears Born by those too free to dream of rocks and water too chained to see the afterimages in their eyes Knives chase empty skies hands grasping for prize denied distance too great too fathomless another Sea of Dreams another grand wilderness unscathed

I enjoy all the Cryo mixes assembled by their talented artists. But if I had to choose only one theme it would be Dark Space. Whenever I look up at the night sky and see the stars and planets, I hear Space Soundscapes, Drones and the odd Abandoned Spaceship sounds.

You literally can't hear anything in space, but can certainly listen to music in your EVA suit. Just a feeling of the vastness, emptiness of space, which subsequently calls forth a sense of loneliness that we constantly forget amid gazes and attentions from people surrounding us.

As a dead planet myself I am very glad to see a playlist so personal :)

22:50 Zone of X, Ruptured World: Kinda makes me think of a wounded Captain Malcolm Reynolds aboard Firefly as it drifts lifelessly among the stars.

Factorio guy: I've won... The last biter: And what did it cost? Factorio guy: ... about 5 billion iron.

@52:17 I love how you made the ship breathe. Brilliant.

"I herby sign the death warrant of an entire world, and consign a billion souls to oblivion."

This makes me want to write a story from the perspective of a colonist or alien experiencing the final days of their planet. Like a real visceral look through their perceptions and emotions throughout the duration of a sci-fi apocalypse. The underlying question would be, “What would you do, if you knew everything on your planet, its civilizations, histories, cultures, everyone you love, would be blasted away into nothing but lifeless ashes in ten days?”

We're hurtling towards oblivion; but here, in this place, I have found a little oasis of peace.

"Where we're going....You won't need eyes to see...."

what a lovely homeworld vibe. I like it a lot.

Listening from Earth, can confirm the planet's dead.

Life beyond the stars... In the deepest parts of the great black, a planet floats, dead, but full of posibility...

Easily my favourite channel and record label

in this chaotic world, I really miss my isolation.. I wanna feel calm and safe.. Isolation is a gift

It’ll sound weird at first but this makes me think of transmission towers and trees and other objects you’d see at night during a long drive home on the highway. These silhouettes of nature and metal structures towering over you. Even at 21 it’s eerie barely making out buildings, the aforementioned transmission towers, and anything else in the dead of night. The sky is dark yet these silhouettes are even darker That’s how I imagine these dead planets being. Sorta like a black hole. This dark space with an even darker sphere that once housed life. You can see the dull gray surface on the side that still gets sunlight on that time of day, but the other side is pure black. You only notice it because there’s a circle in your field of vision that has no stars and grows larger the closer you get. Just like driving home in the dead of night, you’ll still see the starry sky and whatever your headlights light up, but those pitch black structures, buildings and machinery and other artifacts that serve as relics of humanity’s once-thriving existence, will always be off to the sides towering over you