school has lost me any motivation whatsoever on continuing my yt channel, but the fact that this channel was a start for me is amazing.
thanks for you guys' support. it's been awesome being with all of you, even though my videos are quite silent. i've sold most of my thomas collection.
i'm thinking of a restart, something fresh and original, creative, etc., but i haven't thought that out really well.
i'm gonna leave this channel, i won't delete it, maybe not yet. but for youtube, i think it's fair to say that i'm going on a very long hiatus, not knowing if i ever gonna start again
Oliver stood on the abandoned platform of Eldor Station, the wind gently rustling through the overgrown weeds. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the tracks. As he closed his eyes, the familiar hum of an approaching train filled the air.
The Ghost of the Rails materialized before him, its transparent form shimmering in the fading light. The ancient steam engine let out a melancholic whistle, and Oliver greeted it with a smile.
Oliver: (softly) "Hello there, old friend. What stories do you bring today?"
Ghost of the Rails: (with a distant echo) "Ah, young one, my tales are both old and timeless. I've traveled through valleys of joy and over mountains of sorrow. The passengers I carried, the landscapes I witnessed—they are etched into the steel of my existence."
Oliver: "Tell me, then. Share your memories with me, so they may live on."
Ghost of the Rails: (whistling softly) "I remember a summer day, the laughter of children echoing through my carriages. We journeyed to destinations unknown, creating memories that would linger in their hearts forever. But as the seasons changed, so did the stories."
Oliver: (listening intently) "And what happened?"
Ghost of the Rails: (sorrowful echo) "Winter came, both in weather and in the hearts of those who rode my rails. The laughter faded, replaced by the quiet sobs of a farewell. I carried them to the end of their journey, leaving behind a trail of memories frozen in time."
Oliver: "Your stories are like whispers of the wind, both haunting and beautiful. Thank you for sharing them with me."
Ghost of the Rails: (fading away) "Remember, Oliver, the rails are a tapestry of life. Every journey, every passenger, contributes to the intricate pattern. Guard these tales, for they are the essence of our existence."
As the Ghost of the Rails faded into the echoes of the past, Oliver remained on the platform, carrying the weight of the stories he had just heard. The sun dipped below the horizon, and the whispers of the trains lingered in the cool evening air, weaving a connection between the living and the departed.
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Guys,
school has lost me any motivation whatsoever on continuing my yt channel,
but the fact that this channel was a start for me is amazing.
thanks for you guys' support.
it's been awesome being with all of you, even though my videos are quite silent.
i've sold most of my thomas collection.
i'm thinking of a restart, something fresh and original, creative, etc.,
but i haven't thought that out really well.
i'm gonna leave this channel, i won't delete it, maybe not yet.
but for youtube, i think it's fair to say that i'm going on a very long hiatus, not knowing if i ever gonna start again
cheers,
love y'all
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bro what's so hard on just creating a logo 😂
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after a decade... Welcome back 532!
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this is blursed
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‪@masmasinis6621‬ buatan AI kang 😂
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Oliver stood on the abandoned platform of Eldor Station, the wind gently rustling through the overgrown weeds. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the tracks. As he closed his eyes, the familiar hum of an approaching train filled the air.
The Ghost of the Rails materialized before him, its transparent form shimmering in the fading light. The ancient steam engine let out a melancholic whistle, and Oliver greeted it with a smile.
Oliver: (softly) "Hello there, old friend. What stories do you bring today?"
Ghost of the Rails: (with a distant echo) "Ah, young one, my tales are both old and timeless. I've traveled through valleys of joy and over mountains of sorrow. The passengers I carried, the landscapes I witnessed—they are etched into the steel of my existence."
Oliver: "Tell me, then. Share your memories with me, so they may live on."
Ghost of the Rails: (whistling softly) "I remember a summer day, the laughter of children echoing through my carriages. We journeyed to destinations unknown, creating memories that would linger in their hearts forever. But as the seasons changed, so did the stories."
Oliver: (listening intently) "And what happened?"
Ghost of the Rails: (sorrowful echo) "Winter came, both in weather and in the hearts of those who rode my rails. The laughter faded, replaced by the quiet sobs of a farewell. I carried them to the end of their journey, leaving behind a trail of memories frozen in time."
Oliver: "Your stories are like whispers of the wind, both haunting and beautiful. Thank you for sharing them with me."
Ghost of the Rails: (fading away) "Remember, Oliver, the rails are a tapestry of life. Every journey, every passenger, contributes to the intricate pattern. Guard these tales, for they are the essence of our existence."
As the Ghost of the Rails faded into the echoes of the past, Oliver remained on the platform, carrying the weight of the stories he had just heard. The sun dipped below the horizon, and the whispers of the trains lingered in the cool evening air, weaving a connection between the living and the departed.
(story and picture made by AI)
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this is heartbraking....
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The footrest is neat
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Flying Thistle.
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