Whispers Of Aetheria

My dear Aetherians,

Tonight, we enter a quieter corner of Aetheria..

We return to one of my personal favorite characters, and to a world I think many old souls among us would happily disappear into: classical music, dark academia, glowing concert halls, beautiful old architecture, and elegantly dressed audiences gathering for an evening of music. Welcome back to The Maestra! A woman after my own heart... ❤️🌹

Clara is one of the most revered conductors of her generation. Under the chandeliers of magnificent concert halls and opera houses, she commands entire orchestras with the smallest movement of her hand. The audience rises. The applause follows her from city to city...

But eventually, every theatre empties, and Clara goes home, alone!!

Clara fascinates me because she belongs so naturally beneath the lights: put a baton in her hand and an orchestra before her, and she knows exactly who she is. I personally find that kind of devotion to an art to be wonderfully romantic, admirable, when years of discipline become so deeply woven into you that they seem almost indistinguishable from your nature... But, there's always a price to pay, no?

Tonight's song takes us somewhere the audience doesn't normally get to follow Clara.
Not onto the stage, but after she leaves it, into the recesses of her mind and heart..
Into rainy walks home, quiet rooms, autumn afternoons, a piano she doesn't always feel like playing, and those strange hours when there is finally nobody around to impress, reassure, lead, comfort, or be strong for.

Sometimes the version of us who keeps life moving so beautifully is not necessarily the version who goes home with us at night... I've been thinking a lot about this lately.

❤️❤️ And since Clara is taking us into her private world this time, I have a question for you my Aetherians: Where do you feel most free to be completely yourself: at home, in nature, with someone you love, or somewhere else entirely? ❤️❤️

~ The Quiet Scribe 🌹

P.S. Will try to move stories along faster. I'm still on my vacation and it's been hard tearing myself off of the sea knowing the kind of pressure waiting for me back home! Thank you all for your patience...

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My dear Aetherians, Aetheryn returns... 🌿🥀

There are words we keep inside because we are frightened of what will happen if we say them. Sometimes we tell ourselves we are being strong. Sometimes we believe we should understand our fears before burdening someone else with them.

But silence has an unfortunate habit of acquiring a meaning of its own...

Aetheryn is about to learn that. And somewhere in Aetheria, something Celia left behind has fallen into rather unexpected hands... ✉️🪶

🌹💔 My question for you, my friends: Have you ever misunderstood someone’s silence, only to discover later that it meant something completely different? 🌹💔


Tonight!!
~ The Quiet Scribe🌹

2 days ago | [YT] | 362

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My dear Aetherians 🖤

Tonight, one of Aetheria's oldest forgotten manors quietly opens its gates, and inside waits the story of a woman who believes there is only one heart in this world that could ever truly feel like home.

I made this song two months ago for the amazing @SarahEllenMacdonald, and I've been waiting for the right moment to share it with her. Our talks about love, twin-flames, loss, and everything in-between mean a great deal to me, and I thank you for being part of this channel, dear Sarah 🖤🌹

So friends... perhaps you've met your "One" and somehow lost them, or you are still holding out for that love that is so true, that it makes all the dark memories of your past evaporate in seconds... This is a song about patience, hope, and everyone who still believes some loves are worth waiting for...

Years ago, a dear friend used to tease me for how comfortably I could go places and experience things alone. His argument was simple: "Joy shared is joy doubled. If the moon is beautiful, I don't want to look at it by myself."

I always laughed it off..

The poem that I built this song on was written a few years ago, after I attended an opera alone in Barcelona, my favorite city. I remember sitting in the audience as the soprano's voice filled the hall, my eyes filling with tears, and feeling the ache of witnessing something so beautiful with no one beside me to turn to and say:
"Did you hear that? Wasn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever heard?"

I thought of my friend then... And his beautiful moon...

🌙✨ So, my friends, my questions to you today ✨🌙
Have you ever experienced something so beautiful that, in that exact moment, you wished there were someone beside you who could understand it and share it with you? 🕯️
And is there someone you wish you could look at the moon with? 🌙🖤

🕯️ I can't wait to share this story with you tonight.
~ The Quiet Scribe 🌹

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My dear Aetherians,

Today's song takes us somewhere ancient ☀️ You probably know the Greek myth of Icarus and Daedalus: a father fashions wings from feathers and wax so that he and his son can escape Crete, warning Icarus never to fly too close to the sun... But, intoxicated by flight, Icarus climbs higher and higher until the wax melts, his feathers scatter, and he falls into the sea...

While writing my Song of Icarus, I began wondering what would happen if I changed the symbolic meaning of his death. What if Icarus was not simply flying too close to something dangerous, but flying toward his Beloved?

In many spiritual traditions, and especially beautifully in Sufi mystical poetry and thought (a tradition that is very, very dear to me), the sun is an image of the Divine: illumination, overwhelming love and the Beloved toward whom the soul longs to return. I wanted to borrow something from that Sufi language of longing, surrender and transformation, where burning does not necessarily mean destruction. Sometimes the fire changes something so completely that what emerges from it can no longer be called by its former name!!

And so my Icarus knows the wax is melting, but in the ecstasy of drawing closer and closer to his true Beloved, he eventually no longer cares. He falls, but in my little universe his fall is not the end of him. The love that burns him also transforms him, and his death becomes a strange kind of rebirth into something freer and entirely different from the person who first began his ascent.

You may also notice that I deliberately mixed the appearance of his wings throughout the video. Sometimes they are unmistakably constructed from feathers, wax and bindings; at other times, they seem almost naturally his. I wanted it that way for one very simple reason: when we are in love, we really do feel like we are flying.

Hope you enjoy the song, and thank you for allowing me to create a few songs that are outside of the elven and vampire kingdoms to sate my own creativity now and again ☀️ I'll be taking it a bit slower with softer music in the coming days, and return with more creatures of the night for you soon.

~ The Quiet Scribe 🌹

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My dear Aetherians 🌹

Valmont is back and something has changed in the mirrors of Morothaan!

Old vampire tales famously gave mirrors a peculiar power over the undead. Some claimed a vampire could stand before one and find no reflection staring back. But Morothaan has its own laws, and since Valmont established resonance with his other half, the mirrors surrounding him have begun behaving very differently.

When he approaches the glass, he feels you more strongly.

Sometimes it shows him fragments of a world he cannot enter, and sometimes, when you finally fall asleep, the mirror becomes something stranger still. Not quite a doorway, but perhaps the nearest thing Valmont presently possesses to one..

Everything in Valmont's existence now seems divided in two: half darkness, half light. Half longing, half frustration. Half-open doors, half-shut. Half a world away from the soul that somehow makes him feel whole.

Tonight you'll hear his song!
~ The Quiet Scribe 🖤🌹

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 594

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My dear Aetherians,

Kingdom greetings, my friends! A slightly longer letter from the vault today, and a question for you at the end.. 🌹

First, and as always, a little thank you ❤️ Thank you for being here, for listening to these strange little songs and stories I keep sending out into the world, and for caring about the characters who inhabit them. I read far more of what you write to me than I sometimes have the time or energy to answer, and I remain very grateful that you choose to spend a little part of your days here with me.
And since I spend so much time telling you about the lives of fictional people, I thought I would give you a small update from my own...

Quite out of nowhere today, the weather turned absolutely glorious: Rain, lightning, thunder and rushing clouds...

I am normally rather out of place in resort-like cities by the sea. Nothing about my personality or general way of being screams flip-flops and sea towels! I appreciate the beauty of the sea enormously (from a safe distance), but spiritually, I belong somewhere beneath dark trees, among old stone and ancient architecture, city lights, dramatic skies and weather that looks mildly threatening..
And so, my friends, when the rain suddenly arrived today, this now-rather-tanned vampire friend of yours became so ridiculously happy that she practically flew outside.

No coat and no umbrella!!! I simply walked beneath the rushing clouds and let myself get completely soaked. I am now sitting here in wet clothes, with dripping hair, happily writing this post to all of you.

I was absurdly happy 🌧️

My parents have also joined me in the country where I am currently staying. I am very, very close to my parents and siblings. I love them so much, and though it hasn't always been this way, we have a genuinely loving relationship. And yet it never ceases to amaze and amuse me that my parents are also the only two souls on this planet capable of taking my blood pressure from 0 to 1000 at approximately the speed of light. It doesn't matter what levels of Zen-like calm I achieve, these two break me almost instantly..! Honestly, it's like their superpower!

They are incredibly loving people who, by their own admission, were rather clueless parents. With age (and endless discussions with yours truly), they've become quite reflective and even repentant about some of their earlier parenting experiments, particularly where I am concerned, since as the eldest child I was naturally the guinea pig upon whom all experimental upbringing techniques were first tested.


*Sigh...* 🙃

They spent their first couple of days here trying to force me to rest because they knew how tired I was when I arrived. They are older now too, and I make a point of trying to make life as easy and breezy for them as I can. They cooked for me a couple of times, and I have cooked for them a few times. I actually love cooking for people I love, but I am so much of a loner that the opportunity doesn't arise very often, so whenever I finally do it, the recipients tend to react as though some extraordinary celestial event has occurred.

There's also been a great deal of news from my “other” country that has been very, very upsetting to me. What is happening there to animals, to trees, to beautiful living things I care deeply about has left me feeling increasingly restless about the life I am living and what I ought to be doing with it. Something in my soul keeps pulling me towards a very different path, but I still don't have enough clarity to understand where, or towards what, God is pushing me. The only thing I know with absolute certainty is how much I care about those animals...

Yesterday I said to my parents, *Wouldn't it be lovely if, for once, everyone we loved were simply in the same country for an extended period of time?* No jumping onto planes because necessity is calling... No being pulled somewhere else because your heart, or someone you love, is waiting in another place.

I think one version of heaven, for me, would simply be having everyone I love nearby. My family. My few friends. The animals I love. Close enough that meeting for coffee does not require discussions involving plane tickets, hotels and work vacations.

Strangely enough, life has just given me another little piece of that... A dear friend whom I met completely by chance here five years ago sent me a message many weeks ago. Naturally, being me, I allowed it to sit unanswered on my phone for weeks. I finally replied two days ago and discovered that she will be coming to this very city in two weeks with her young daughter, whom I adore.
So I have decided to extend my vacation simply so I can see them.

Our friendship amuses me because we can disappear from each other's lives for months, then suddenly there is a deluge of messages: endless texts from her, a few voice messages from me, both of us rapidly delivering the complete account of everything that has happened since we last spoke. Then, apparently satisfied that the archives have been updated, we vanish again... :- )

From the outside, we have almost nothing in common: she is expansive, exuberantly sociable, artistic and theatrical, a warm, larger-than-life Cancerian with a loud presence and a rather magnificent leggy Slavic beauty. She talks to everyone. She is warm to everyone... She seems constitutionally incapable of entering a room unnoticed.

And then there is me.

Quiet. Broody. Intellectual. Intense. Observant.. Occasionally lethal with my wit and sarcasm... Measured with my words. Civilized, gentle and perfectly pleasant... while privately hoping most of humanity will kindly leave me alone.

I am extraordinarily selective about whom I allow close to me, and she wants to invite everyone to our table.
Can you imagine?

But she is so very kind.. She's deeply spiritual. She's consistent, caring and respectful. She's always working towards greater inner growth and understanding, something I absolutely love in people. We lead very different lives, but my God, I admire her. She's a unique, strong and lovable soul.

And the funniest part is that the entire friendship exists because her little daughter, who many years ago was still a child and disliked practically everybody, inexplicably decided that she liked *me*. It seems that that was sufficient recommendation.

I can't wait to see the now-not-so-little munchkin. Apparently, she's a monumental pain in her mother's neck.

So now my friends, I want to know about *you*!!!!!

🌧️⚡🥀 🌧️⚡🥀 🌧️⚡🥀 In your offline life: Are you the sociable one who collects people everywhere you go, or the quiet creature who has three beloved humans and considers the social calendar sufficiently full? Do you have a friend who is almost your complete opposite? Or is your closest friend someone very much like you?
And if you have a best friend, tell me about them. *How did you meet? What are they like? And what is it about that person that made you choose one another?*
I would genuinely love to read your stories. 🌧️⚡🥀 🌧️⚡🥀 🌧️⚡🥀

I don't have a best friend myself, and I'm not entirely sure what that even means, to tell the truth. Animals are my actual “besties.” 🖤 But I do have a few tried-and-tested friends whom I love very much.

If you've read this far, thank you, and I send you all my love.
~ The Quiet Scribe 🌹

P.S. The images are from Venice earlier this year. I wanted an escape for my birthday and Valentine's Day, so I finally attended the Venice Carnival, which I had wanted to experience for years. My father needed an escape too, so I decided to take him with me. I dragged the sweet fellow to every concert I attended and, to my utter astonishment, he enjoyed them all!! 😎🎼

P.P.S. I've mentioned this before, but I often bring pieces of these musical experiences back with me into Aetheria. I use instruments I've discovered at concerts, and things I've learned from hearing them performed live, when creating my own songs and trying to make something genuinely worth listening to. I also sometimes use photographs I've taken myself of places I've visited as inspiration or references for scenes in my videos. I enjoy leaving those little pieces of my own life hidden among the music and worlds I create for you. They may not always be noticed, but I assure you, they are there ♫

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2 weeks ago | [YT] | 73

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My dear Aetherians 🌹🦇
Frédéric is back!

After asking you how a gentleman should properly court someone, our vampire apparently took his assignment very seriously 😂 He has been reading the notes of his Love Council, remembering your advice, and paying attention to all those little things you told him actually matter.

Your favorite book. Your favorite path. What makes you laugh. What moves your heart. Even that one time you mentioned liking emerald green...

Naturally, Frédéric handled that last one with his usual nonexistent financial restraint. 💎😂

But something unexpected happens this time. While Frédéric is busy learning everything about you, he begins to realize that you've been paying attention to him too.

And to this reformed four-hundred-year-old vampire lothario, being truly known is considerably more frightening to a than he anticipated...

Frédéric returns tonight.
And the Love Council may have one final lesson to teach him... ♟️🦇

Also, a very Happy Birthday to @heranmouada9864!! 🎂🌹 Wishing you continued magic and whimsy, wonderful health, happiness, and all the love your heart can hold. May the year ahead be a beautiful one..!
~The Quiet Scribe 🌹

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My dear Aetherians ❤️⚔️

Our next journey takes us away from Aetheria and into the extraordinary true story of Joan of Arc.

Born around 1412 into a peasant family in the small French village of Domrémy, Joan was still a teenager when she said she began receiving divine visions instructing her to help save France during the Hundred Years’ War. At a time when much of northern France was under English or allied Burgundian control, she somehow made her way to the future King Charles VII and convinced him to allow her to accompany French forces. She was only about 17 years old.

In 1429, Joan became closely associated with the dramatic French victory that lifted the Siege of Orléans. She later accompanied the campaign that brought Charles to Reims, where he was crowned King of France. A teenage peasant girl had somehow found herself standing at the center of kings, armies, religion, and war.

But her story would end terribly.. Joan was captured by Burgundian forces in 1430, transferred to the English, and placed on trial for heresy. After months of interrogation, she was condemned and burned at the stake in Rouen in 1431, around nineteen years old.

Twenty-five years later, a new ecclesiastical trial overturned the original judgment and declared the proceedings against her unjust. Almost five centuries after her death, in 1920, Joan was canonized as a saint by the Catholic Church.

Whether one approaches her story through history, faith, psychology, politics, or legend, there is something astonishing about this young woman who refused to abandon what she believed she had been called to do, even when surrounded by powers vastly greater than herself.

My song is my musical interpretation of Joan of Arc: her calling, her courage, her victories, her captivity, and ultimately, the fire. 🔥⚔️🌹 I had made this quite sometime ago and decided to publish it tonight.

I will be almost completely absent on the 8th and 9th, as I'll be on the road again, so I wanted to post something for you today before I left. Please continue to write me, I'll look at everything and write back when I return. I send you all my love!

~ The Quiet Scribe 🌹

P.S. If you ever get the chance to watch movies about her life, do it. One of my favorite movies of all time is the 1928 French silent film about her trial: The Passion of Joan of Arc.

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 188

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My dear Aetherians, 📜

*A LETTER FROM THE VAULT AND A QUESTION!*

I wanted to write you a little letter to keep you updated, and partly simply because I like staying connected to you beyond the songs and stories we create here.

I am also travelling and a little in-between places at the moment, so if my replies come more slowly than usual, bear with me until I am settled again.. 🌹

As many of you know, I have been complaining for months about comments mysteriously vanishing. Well... thanks to the very lovely @silvanateodorescu2362, we have finally uncovered the mystery. YouTube has apparently been sending many of your comments to YouTube jail, holding them because it decided they might be spam. Why? God knows. I genuinely can't think of an explanation for some of the perfectly innocent comments I have found imprisoned there.

I am very sorry to those of you who may have spent weeks, or even months, thinking I was ignoring you or, worse, had blocked you. I'd never deliberately do that. If you've been here a while, you know I respond to everyone. I even respond to the nasty people! 😏 So please know: if I haven't answered your comment, or at least hearted it, I simply haven't seen it. I'm slowly working through the backlog while trying to balance thoughtful replies with the other parts of my life that need me.

Now then... being away has given me quite a lot of time to think about my own life too.

I am currently in a place where life feels almost absurdly easy and beautiful. There are no animals depending on me here, no responsibilities waiting for me the moment I open my eyes, no emergencies to solve. There is just blue sky, mountains covered in forests, long sandy beaches and that enormous blue sea. I wake up, I walk, I write, I make music, I drink my tea far too slowly, and for once, there is very little that *needs* anything from me.

And I confess, my dear Aetherians, there are moments when I think: I could live like this.

If I didn't have the animals waiting for me in another country, and that beautiful old garden full of trees, some of them older than I am, I could simply stay. I could make a little life somewhere by the sea and become one of those suspiciously relaxed people who spend their days drinking wine with beautiful views, leafing through vintage books while an old favorite spins on the record player (Demis Roussos at the time of writing this), then wandering along the shore with nowhere they particularly need to be. Here, my greatest dilemma of the morning is whether to walk towards the mountains or towards the sea..
All of this has also made me think about the life I chose.

When my own life fell apart about a decade ago and I slowly began picking up the pieces of myself, I made a very deliberate decision. I had spent enough years pursuing what I thought would make me happy, only to discover how much pain some of those pursuits brought. I began to see how little so much of what the world expected me to have, achieve or desire actually mattered. Coupled with all the suffering I was seeing around me, I decided that if I was going to rebuild my life, I wanted to build it around something else. Something I had always done well, and naturally. I wanted to live, as much as I could, a life of service.

I don't regret that decision, but... after the very, very difficult year I have had, I would be lying to you if I said I never question it.

I have witnessed things this year that I wish I could un-see. I have tried to save animals I could not save, witnessed cruelty I could not stop, and learned the terrible limits of what one pair of hands can do in a world awash in darkness. I often wonder why I keep trying to shoulder a burden never meant for one person, perhaps not even for a thousand. There is always another animal, another emergency, another pair of frightened eyes you desperately want to protect, knowing you cannot possibly reach them all. Ah, my friends! It's such a cruel dilemma...

And then I come somewhere like this, where the sea is blue and nobody urgently needs anything from me, where the animals I encounter on the streets are treated with such kindness and care, and some small part of me whispers: *"Nice, isn't it? You know, you could choose the easy life too."*

But then.. I remember my animals and God, I miss them! I miss their little cute faces, their pain-in-the-neck personalities and their routines, and the ones who come looking for me because they know *I* am *their* person. The most difficult part is that I know what may await them if I leave, and the thought of abandoning these innocent little friends of mine who trust me to protect them feels unbearable. Beyond what my heart can take. They don't understand countries or complicated human choices.. They only know who rescued them, who feeds them, who speaks gently to them, and who comes when they are frightened or hurt. They have placed ALL their wordless trust in me in such a way that I am unable to even entertain the idea of betraying them and leaving..

Sometimes I think I just want to do my best to help whatever needs help in this world before my soul returns to wherever the hell it came from. Do you know what I mean?

That same instinct to care is what keeps my thoughts returning to some of you right now. There are several of you going through difficult things. Some have had surgeries in the past weeks, some are living through grief and loss, and others are facing trials of different kinds. I think of you often, and I pray for you. Out of respect for your privacy and boundaries, I cannot contact you uninitiated, reach out and ask how you are doing, but please know that I wonder about you and I care. And in my heart's eye, I see you *well, healed, triumphant, loved, cherished, seen and adored.* I know how terribly sentimental and cringe that may sound, but God help me, it's the truth and I don't care how it sounds.

For now, I walk. I look at the sea. I make my strange little songs about vampires and elves. I feed opportunistic pigeons who hobble in my direction whenever I sit down somewhere. And I am allowing myself, for a little while, to discover what it feels like to have life ask almost nothing of me. I wish everyone living under pressure could have moments like these, when the nervous system is finally given a chance to be at peace, even for a little while...

And now then... my question to you:

🌹✨❓✨🌹 What about you? Is there a life you sometimes imagine for yourself that is very different from the one you are living now? I've told you a little about the life I'm living and the life I sometimes imagine. Now I want to hear about yours. If you could set down your responsibilities for a little while, where would you go, and what would your days look like? A specific country? An island in the middle of nowhere? Into the arms of someone safe? 🌹✨❓✨🌹

Thank you friends for trusting me with pieces of yourselves and for being on this strange little rollercoaster with me. I know I am a little crazy, but thankfully, so are you! One day we're listening to a repentant vampire, the next we're with elves, knights, or some character from mythology or history. I just want to make beautiful, emotional music that moves us and takes us away for a little while from the darkness and difficulties of the world. A pox on the algorithm!

Wherever this road takes us, be it long or short, I am very glad we somehow found one another..

~The Quiet Scribe 🌹
P.S. Tiny field report from the Scribe's travel: The pigeons shared dessert with me. Or rather, they very generously left me some crumbs 🤓🕊️ This baby gave me the stink eye when she realized I was all out of cookies.
P.P.S. I go for early morning walks by the river, and I often think of those of you who write to me. I do wish you were all there walking beside me...

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 84

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My dear Aetherians,

We know what Aetheryn was going through when he wandered among the gravestones, confronting Celia’s mortality and wondering what loving a human woman might ultimately cost them both. But while he was fighting that battle in the forest, Celia was facing a very different one at home.

Her family could see a perfectly good future waiting for her: a safe and peaceful human life, and a kind, handsome young man who genuinely cared for her. There was only one problem!! Somewhere along the way, Celia’s heart had wandered far beyond the life everyone imagined for her and into a forest where it had no business belonging.. 🌿

Today, friends, we return to that same fateful night, but this time we will see everything through Celia’s eyes. And perhaps we will finally understand what she was carrying with her when she went to find Aetheryn... 📜💔

~ The Quiet Scribe 🌹 ✨

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