Name: the beach (instrumental) by honeyzula in <3
Duration: 4 min 15 s
Description: Instrumental version of "The Beach" by The Neighbourhood

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IM SICKKKKKK AND IM TIREDD TOOOOO I CAN ADMIT I AM FIRE PROOF I FEEL IT BURNING ME I FEEL IT BURNING U

the neighborhood-unfair (slowed-reverb)

Ylang Ylang (slowed   reverb) - FKJ

roslyn ~ bon iver & st. vincent {slowed n reverb}

it was nice while it lasted

sweater ;)weather (sped up)

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Song: Strawberry Guy - F Song 🎶
Credit goes to the owner of the music (@strawberryguy)
(*I only sped up the audio)

f song - strawberry guy (sped up)i wanna be as beautiful as the ocean

as it was sped up

Story
The Deity of the Painted Storehouse
In ancient days, when the winds of Lake Van still whispered secrets to the stone walls, the Urartian city of Tushpa held a sanctuary hidden beneath the guise of a simple storehouse. That place, known only to initiates as Arenash, stored not grain or weapons, but visions.
Inside, the walls were covered with ritual paintings: ochre spirals, dancing figures, inverted constellations. Each stroke was a map to the unseen. In the center, on an obsidian pedestal, rested the idol: a serene-faced figure, carved from black basalt, with closed eyes and lips barely curved in an otherworldly smile.
The faithful arrived in silence, guided by the priests of the Inner Mist. They brought offerings: wine fermented with poppy petals, honey collected from the highest cliffs, and herbs that only grew where lightning struck. Upon consumption, the air in the warehouse became dense and vibrant, as if time were folding in on itself.
Then the trance began.
Bodies lay still, but souls danced. Some saw their ancestors walking on rivers of light. Others heard chants in forgotten languages. And a select few claimed to have touched the face of the deity and felt a peace so profound that they wept upon awakening.
It was said that the idol was not merely a sculpture, but a fragment of divine consciousness itself, fallen from the sky in a shower of fire centuries before. Its serene face was not sculpted: it had emerged on its own, as if the stone remembered the form of ecstasy.
But as the centuries passed, empires fell, names were erased, and Arenash was sealed away for fear of its power. Until one day, in modern times, archaeologists found a forgotten warehouse, covered in dust and silence. And at its center, the idol... still smiled.

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the beach (instrumental)

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