@shimo_96

9 months ago

I am a sucker for beautifully dark music. Due to its contradictory nature, its extremely difficult to make, so I don't usually come across much, and when I do it only truly captures one vibe. There's always a primary- the vibe you feel the most- and a secondary- the vibe you kind of feel, but also can easily miss- but this is perfect. The suspense and intensity is perfectly mixed with the even, clean feelings carried by the violin. I feel like a lot of people are this way, but I also feel like few are this way too, but often times I can listen to music that's peaceful and tranquil and I'll write a comment about it and how its amazing and beautiful, but then five minutes later I could go from that peaceful, calm vibe to the cold intensity of Baltias Hviti- a character I created for a book I'm writing. Baltias Hviti, or The White Wolf is the main antagonist of the story, who was created as the embodiment of this vibe I find myself in sometimes. What makes the character formidable is not their appearance as much as it is how little is known. Granted, appearance is a large part of the vibe or feeling someone gives off, but humanities greatest fear is the unknown. I plan to tap into that to help push the vibe. Think of this: you're in a place called The Edge; the thin, three mile wide stretch of land between civilization and the Balitaen- a frozen wasteland of ice and snow. If you've ever seen Jumanji: The Next Level, think of the mountaintop that Yeargans fortress sat atop. Frozen and full of ice, almost impossible to traverse, 30+ mph winds on good days, a near constant whiteout on worse days, constant subzero temperatures (in Fahrenheit) and you have the Balitaen. Imagine being here, the light level is equivalent to that of a full moon on a clear summer night due to the amount of snow in the air and out of the drifts of snow blowing past, you catch a glimpse of a figure dressed in all white, a sharp, elven style helmet covers their face and they have a broadsword in one hand with a recurve bow slung across their back. You see them for only an instant before the storm swallows them back up. They radiate an aura of power and strength. Of danger and horror, but also a hint of safety. When the snow clears again, they're gone. Imagine the feeling you'd have at that instant- the cold, harsh grasp of fear and curiosity; the dangerous edge of violence and safety. The contradictory protectiveness and danger. The feeling that something is going to go wrong and the feeling that you're guarded. That is the feeling I am talking about. That is also the feeling of this music. A false security that might not be so false, but might also be your end.

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