𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 | 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

Imagine Sherlock solving the jack ripper cases which was the most mysterious case to live till now that we got our answer

Perfectly! I just dream of becoming a detective!

Nice one: this reminds me I wanted to get some atmospheric winter footage of Westminster, the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben before I head out of the country for Christmas. Also there are some parts of London around Christmas that are literally like the London of Dickens' time: Mayfair, Bond Street and Trafalgar Square. There is even the Burlington Arcade in Mayfair that is still patrolled by the oldest police service in London, complete with top hats, tunics and capes.

졸라우중충한게좋네

Listening to this while reading Sherlock Holmes "the valley of fear" it makes me feel like I'm in that story :) ty

My feeling is weird…. As if I lived in this city before, as if I wandered around its roads, this dark and dark weather, I was there.🥺

PURRRRFECT FOR WORKING MAGICK OR READING EDGAR ALLEN POE! ^..^

Thank You, i close my eyes and just listen, and I concentrate and I focus on the this and I am a 😴💤 💤💤 in minutes. I having trouble sleeping!!

I'm writing a new story for my yt channel and this is just what i need!

'Tis a place where all the dark melancholics unite 🖤 🫂

It is very good for the flow of my detective story. If I finish my book, I will definitely recommend this page to my readers.

Când numai vrei să te confrunți cu situația prezentă, îți iei tot curajul și faci ultima mișcare ,o tai din rădăcină și nici măcar nu te mai poate influența și schimba decizia și nici opri din calea pe care ai de făcut .

Definitely thinking of moriarty the patriot rn

Half of the views are just me. This is a masterpiece 👍

"..I feel it right down to my bones but suddenly I can't breathe, my body dissolves, and I remain there, motionless, in front of those three fountains." Edwyn approached the window looking at the square below him which was shining under a light rain.
"A mistery." said Gregory.
"No, no, it was more like a dream, a vision!"
"An omen!" Louis said as he walked in the door. He waved the evening newspaper in the air and dropped it on Gregory's lap.
“They just announced what this year's destination will be.”
Gregory's eyes widened and he opened the newspaper in excitement.
"Where, where? Where will they do it?!"
Luis gave him a small pat on the back of the head.
"Stupid, do you think they write it like that, in plain sight, right on the first page?"
"So..Where..?"
"Page 14, seventh line, then continues with 3, 8, 9 and 2."
Seeing Gregory more and more awkward, Louis took up the newspaper and with his finger indicated the correct passages between the lines that generated the long-awaited information:
THE TROIT FOUNTAINS, BRIMAN HOUSE
"But it's here, right here at the college." Edwyn said, incredulous.
"Exactly. As I was telling you, an omen."

Listening to "Poirot Investigates" with this in the background.

I feel the pain my hate is eternal

Helping me weite a crime story(jus for fun cause im bored)

Wow 🖤

Listening to this while in school, helps me work ! This is amazing !! ❤

LOTM vibes.

100% Baker Street vibes.

Smile and be polite, or Ill tell the Ripper where you sleep.

Feels like Baker's Street

Pretty view and Raining with Music , It's a great day to read a novel have a coffee ❤

Reading and listening to all of the incredible music you post takes the books I’m reading to another level. I can get truly lost. Thank you for sharing your art!

Beautiful rain ambience and music harmonizing with the visuals creates a hauntingly melancholy atmosphere, perfect for lovers of Victorian Literature. Love this work ♡

i love the mysteriousness of it!
also the rain is perfect. sometimes ambience rain sounds like chicken frying🍗 and it's really hard to find rain that
doesn't but this is just👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
thank u soo much

perfect for kafka thank u

Just for the stereotype: Are there some INTJ's here?

It's incredible! I am immersed in such strange sensations that I cannot describe, as if time stops! Thank you

I need these vibes movies

Perfect ambience to read George Orwell's 1984.

I’m American and I’ve loved London since 2015, I was 11 years old. Still one of my favorite cities in the world. I’ve never been there in person but there’s something beautiful about this city to me. Great video my friend!! 😁😁♥️♥️♥️🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

This is literally my favourite now. I love reading mysteries and music like this always makes it so much better. Thankyou for this!

A cup of tea and a moody story in a novel would be perfect right now💐thank you for these presentations

Finally, some peace and tranquility. Something in me just want to stand under cold rain for hours. Thanatos, I presume

You've had brief glimpses of higher, purer thoughts, a brush with an angel while your eyes were closed. And yet all around you is morbidity, death, decay -- and now murder -- all seemingly mocking life and regeneration, not to mention the law -- but this too has strangely gained a hint of the sublime.

🤍🤍🤍

We need a detective story where Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot join forces to solve the greatest crime of all times. 🥸🕵‍♀🕵‍♀

Regnum Umbrae 🧐🤨

Super ⚡️

Absolutely Beautiful! ❤️

Here's a paragraph I wrote while listening to this - I just really like it and it's short and sweet:
It creaked as if welcoming her to grasp its handle and pull it drearily open, feeling the cold of the metal beams across its wood that still seemed never to rust despite years of rain and wind lashing it. And it knew her. It knew that she needed only a false light – only a match to tempt her toward the single lantern in the forest full of bulging roots and trees phlegmatic and towering. Her hands grasped the handle and pushed it open a little before stepping out into the torrents of unrelenting rainfall like footsteps outside a bedroom that never entered. They fell upon her with a taunting grace and a wink that was full of malice and benevolence; like crows and doves falling to their peril and gracefully dancing beneath a sky that willed them not to perish to the harsh whisper of the ground as their wings once flourishing began to flutter and fail like the rugged breaths of the sufferer. They leaned on her but she simply squirmed away, the crows landing and collecting in limp, almost inert corpses around her tormented soul – the doves all turned to ash and crumbled around her, eyes beseeching and yet dull, dying to the cold hands of the stone path against their throat that simply tossed the ashes over the ground, drowning out the melancholy with grief that cut like the knife of a murderer, and creating lakes that drowned out screams of malady and torment.

This is such an impressive view! I love the dark atmosphere, the lonely street light, melancholy... So beautiful. Love your London series 🖤

Классно🖤🖤🖤

It’s lovely are you an Author? You seem very Imaginative and Creative 🥹✨.

Currently playing this while doing house chores. It makes everything better. Thank you so much 😊