Synopsis
Elandra begins to recount the Golden Age, a time when Earth was known as the "Planet of Love" and humanity lived in perfect harmony with dragons. However, this peace was shattered when the forces of darkness, coveting Earth’s vast resources, invaded. They deceived humanity into consuming a "demonic fruit" that lowered their spiritual vibration, severing their connection to the divine. Lost in fear and greed, humans began to perceive their former friends—the dragons—as monsters to be hunted and persecuted.
While many of their kin fled the planet or were slaughtered, the dragons never abandoned hope. They remained in the shadows for millennia, waiting for humanity to awaken. Despite the DNA manipulation that caused humans to forget their past lives and the deep brainwashing by the dark forces, the dragons continued to honor their ancient contracts, waiting patiently for a soul to finally call out for their help.
Elandra offers a gentle smile, suggesting that even this period of suffering was a necessary step for Earth’s evolution. But Chris, moved by the dragons' selfless love and incredible endurance, is struck by a profound sense of remorse. In that moment, he silently vows to drive the forces of darkness from the Earth once and for all.
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These tracks were made during the production of AFTERIMAGE CONTROL,
but they didn’t make it into the final album.
Not because they were bad.
Not because they were unfinished.
They just didn’t belong to the center.
Some were too quiet.
Some stayed unresolved.
Some felt right, but not necessary.
This 90-minute video is a place for those sounds to exist
without being assigned a role or meaning.
No edits.
No explanations.
No attempt to complete them.
Headphones recommended.
Low volume works best.
If something stays with you after listening,
that’s enough.
https://rianxi.bandcamp.com/album/21-afterimage-control
afterimage control
unreleased tracks
unused tracks
ambient pop
dark pop
alt pop
k-pop inspired
solo artist
androgynous
night music
cinematic soundscape
lofi mood
minimal electronic
introspective music
background listening
late night music
**Titel: "Wo gehen wir hin? (Where Do We Go From Here?)"**
Die Stadt erstarb. Der Lärm schrumpfte zu einem Flüstern, und das alte Haus warf lange Schatten. Leo stand im Wohnzimmer, umgeben von halb fremden Gesichtern. Eine Party, die er nicht wollte. Die Luft war dick von unausgesprochenen Worten und falschem Lachen. Wer war hier Freund? Wer war Feind? Im flackernden Licht einer einzigen Kerze sah er sie plötzlich: Mia. Ihre Blicke trafen sich über den Raum hinweg.
Dann ging das Licht aus. Ein kollektives Aufatmen, dann Stille. Ein echtes, helles Lachen durchschnitt die Dunkelheit – es war ihres. Und plötzlich war alles klar. Was eben noch fremd und kompliziert war, wurde einfach. Er tastete sich durch den Raum, fand ihre Hand.
„Oh, the lights went out in New York City,“ flüsterte er auf Englisch, den Refrain eines alten Songs im Kopf. „But darling, you're still shining bright for me!“
Ihr Blick in der Stille war ein Echo der Wahrheit, kein Traum. Alle Fassaden waren mit den Lichtern gefallen. In dieser neuen, dunklen Welt fielen die Masken. Ein Flüstern im Dunkeln, und alles wurde wahr.
Als die Lichter zurückkamen, blinzelten alle. Aber Leo und Mia standen noch immer Hand in Hand, näher als zuvor. Die Antwort war gefunden. Im Dunkeln hatte er sie gefunden. Und er würde sie nie wieder loslassen.
Lyrics
Die Stadt hält den Atem an,
der Lärm wird ganz klein,
Ein Haus voller Schatten,
und ich bin nicht allein.
Verwechslung und Lüge,
wer ist Freund und wer ist Feind? I
m Schein einer Kerze sind wir seltsam uns vereint.
Ein Lachen im Dunkeln,
und alles wird klar,
Was eben noch fremd war,
ist plötzlich so nah!
Oh, the lights went out in New York City,
But darling,
you're still shining bright for me! In the dark,
oh,
where do we go from here?
Maybe closer,
my dear,
maybe closer,
my dear!
Dein Blick in der Stille,
ein Echo im Raum,
Es fühlt sich an wie Wahrheit
und
nicht nur wie ein Traum.
Jede Fassade bricht,
jede Maske fällt,
In dieser neuen,
dunklen,
unerwarteten Welt.
Ein Flüstern im Dunkeln,
und alles wird klar,
Was eben noch fremd war,
ist plötzlich so wahr!
Oh, the lights went out in New York City,
But darling,
you're still shining bright for me! In the dark,
oh,
where do we go from here?
Maybe closer,
my dear,
maybe closer,
my dear!
Manchmal braucht es Finsternis,
damit man wieder klarer sieht...
So we can finally see... what's meant to be.
Die Wahrheit braucht kein Neonlicht,
um endlich aufzugeh'n... It's a crazy, mixed-up game we're playing!
Oh, the lights went out in New York City,
But darling,
you're still shining bright for me! In the dark,
oh,
where do we go from here?
Maybe closer,
my dear,
maybe closer,
my dear!
Und als die Lichter wiederkamen... war nichts mehr wie zuvor.
Im Dunkeln fand ich dich... and I'll never let you go.
Lyrics written Kai-Dominik Bertha (ELAG ERFURT)
Copyright by Radio PTR
Radio PTR Inc. Slowakei
Most SNP, 851 01 Bratislava
#song #dorisday #dancevideo
Synopsis
With Elandra’s guidance, it becomes clear that dark forces were indeed behind yesterday's incident. They conclude that Mr. Tagawa is an agent of darkness who deliberately approached Chris, and that memories and information were erased to cover their tracks. Realizing the urgency of Earth’s Ascension, the group resolves to depart immediately. Surprisingly, it is revealed that Yuri also possesses a guardian dragon, leading to her inclusion in the journey. Chris and the others head home briefly to prepare before setting off.
Synopsis
Claire and her companions return to recruit Chris once again. Their objective is to assist in securing "Ventus," the Wind Crystal Element, as its recovery has proven difficult. Claire explains that to complete Earth's "Ascension" and permanently sever the interference of dark forces, Chris's unique strength is indispensable.
Despite hesitating due to his past brushes with death, Chris ultimately resolves to go for the sake of world peace. However, before departing, he seeks counsel from the guardian dragon Elandra to resolve the lingering mystery behind the previous day's incident involving Ms. Tagawa and Yuri’s demon summoning.
動画の編集
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00:45 12.01. Germanics and the Church: 5-6C
05:00 12.02. The Arabs and Muhammad: 7C
08:40 12.03. Islamic Faith
13:47 12.04. Medieval Warm Period: 8C
18:04 12.05. Signs of Confusion: 9C
Produced by Office SUMIOKA Studio
http://www.hi-ho.ne.jp/sumioka-info/index.html
fair use for education
Teruaki Georges SUMIOKA, Ph.D.
Full Professor, OSAKA UNIVERSITY of ARTS
former Guest Professor, GUTENBERG UNIVERSITÄT MAINZ, Germany
former TV Planner, TV ASAHI, Japan
Ph.D. (TOKYO UNIVERSITY of the ARTS, in Aesthetics)
MA (The UNIVERSITY of TOKYO, in Philosophy）
https://www.youtube.com/@prof.SUMIOKA
Choose subtitles in your language!
00:45 12.01. Germanics and the Church: 5-6C
05:00 12.02. The Arabs and Muhammad: 7C
08:40 12.03. Islamic Faith
13:47 12.04. Medieval Warm Period: 8C
18:04 12.05. Signs of Confusion: 9C
Produced by Office SUMIOKA Studio
http://www.hi-ho.ne.jp/sumioka-info/index.html
fair use for education
Teruaki Georges SUMIOKA, Ph.D.
Full Professor, OSAKA UNIVERSITY of ARTS
former Guest Professor, GUTENBERG UNIVERSITÄT MAINZ, Germany
former TV Planner, TV ASAHI, Japan
Ph.D. (TOKYO UNIVERSITY of the ARTS, in Aesthetics)
MA (The UNIVERSITY of TOKYO, in Philosophy）
A life without electricity
In a world where technology dominates our daily lives, it is difficult to imagine living without it. But what happens when there is suddenly no electricity available and digital memories are trapped in unreachable systems? At such moments, analog memories gain significance.
The value of analog memories
Analog photos and handwritten letters are more than just artifacts from the past. They are tangible reminders of moments that do not depend on a click on a screen. These physical objects allow us to plunge into past times and relive the stories of our lives.
Advantages of analog memories:
Independence from technology : Photos and letters do not require electricity or Internet to be viewed or read.
Emotional Connection : A handwritten letter carries the personal touch of the author, which creates a deeper emotional connection.
Long-lasting Durability: Unlike digital files, which can be lost if systems fail, analog memories can last for decades.
The beauty of simplicity
In the age of digitization, it is often forgotten how valuable simple things can be. The ability to flip through a photo album or read an old letter provides a unique experience that digital media cannot fully recreate.
Tips for maintaining analog memories:
Safe Storage : Store photos and letters in a dry, dark place to prevent aging.
Regular Review : Take the time to review your analog memories regularly to keep their meaning alive.
Share with others : Share these memories with family and friends to share stories and experiences.
Conclusion
Although technology has enriched our lives in many ways, the lack of electricity reminds us of the value and beauty of simplicity. Analog memories are not only a flashback to the past, but also a bridge to the emotions that make us human. When the lights go out and screens turn black, the warmth of an old photo or the words of a loved one on paper still remains.
Lyrics
In the old days, there were no dates,
Just letters and photos that we loved.
Memories on paper, so real and clear,
Now they are just on the screen, elusive.
I'm looking in old boxes, what I'm looking for,
Letters from earlier that I wish for.
The Pappenheimer, the smell of time,
Reminds me of days I didn't forget.
But the digital times, they take a lot from us,
The memories we lose are a pain.
Analog times, back to which I go,
Where everything is real, not just data.
Looking for a way to preserve these memories,
In the old days, when there were still real things.
I'm driving through the streets where we met,
Feelings that are as real as they were.
In the old days, it was easier,
But now everything is so digital, so remote.
System errors often drive me crazy,
But then I think about old times.
Analog times that calm me down,
Because they have a magic that I enjoy.
But the digital times, they take a lot from us,
The memories we lose are a pain.
Analog times, back to which I go,
Where everything is real, not just data.
Looking for a way to preserve these memories,
In the old days, when there were still real things.
Analog times, back to which I go,
Where everything is real, not just data.
Looking for a way to preserve these memories,
In the old days, when there were still real things.
Lyrics written Kai-Dominik Bertha (ELAG ERFURT)
Copyright by Radio PTR
Radio PTR Inc. Slowakei
Most SNP, 851 01 Bratislava
#song #dance #pop #musikvideo
She doesn’t wait for love to bloom—she chooses what withers and what survives. Draped in velvet shadows and midnight confidence, she holds a black rose like a quiet promise: beauty doesn’t need permission to be dark. The soft glow behind her whispers of warmth, but her gaze stays cool, deliberate, unforgettable. This is elegance with an edge—where softness meets control, and every detail feels intentional. Not a fairytale, not a warning—just a reminder that some roses were never meant to be red.
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She lies in the quiet power of darkness—unafraid, untamed, and impossibly composed. Black velvet hugs her like a second skin, while silver fragments and shadows bear witness to her calm dominance. A serpent coils against her warmth, not as a threat, but as a symbol of trust, instinct, and ancient strength. Her gaze is steady, lips dark with intention, crowned not to impress—but to claim what is already hers. This is not vulnerability. This is control wrapped in elegance, beauty sharpened by confidence, and silence that speaks louder than fear.
She rises from still waters like a whispered spell, arms wrapped around shadow itself. Gold eyes meet the dark, unblinking—hers and the panther’s—two forces calm, dangerous, and completely aware of their power. Water beads against porcelain skin, black silk clinging like a secret, while the night listens. This isn’t softness asking for permission; it’s trust earned in silence. Beauty, instinct, and darkness moving as one.
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She rises from the shadows like a forbidden prayer—midnight wings unfurled, gaze sharp enough to cut through worlds. Her beauty is carved from darkness and desire, the kind that lingers on your skin long after you look away. She’s the queen of fallen halos and whispered temptations, ruling the night with a presence that’s both dangerous and irresistible. One glance and you’re already hers… willingly lost under her spell, craving the touch of a dark angel who was never meant to be holy.
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Demonlumi sits poised in serene power, framed by sweeping black wings that spill dramatically across the floor. Her dark, gothic elegance shines through smoky eyeshadow, inky lipstick, and layered silver jewelry that glints against her pale skin. With her calm, commanding gaze and graceful posture, she embodies the perfect blend of mystique and rebellion—an ethereal figure caught between shadow and beauty, resting in her own unapologetic darkness.
A mysterious gothic beauty lounges on crimson satin, calmly taking a late-night phone call—unaware of the masked figure lurking silently in the doorway behind her. The dim, moody lighting, dark décor, and scattered magazines create a cinematic blend of elegance and suspense. It’s a perfect mix of vintage horror vibes and seductive gothic allure, capturing the exact moment where danger and desire cross paths.
A striking woman stands against a dark, softly blurred night backdrop, her presence glowing like the only light in the scene. Her smoky, winged eyeliner and warm-toned makeup sharpen her gaze, giving her an effortlessly seductive edge. Long, wavy black hair frames her face, while a sleek septum ring and subtle gold hoops add to her bold style. She wears a silky bronze top paired with a black leather jacket that slips off her shoulder, hinting at equal parts softness and rebellion. Confident, mysterious, and unforgettable—she owns the night without even trying.
Demonlumi stands in the heart of a shadow-kissed forest, draped in a flawless black gown that carves her silhouette like living night. Lace sleeves spill around her arms like dark smoke as she holds two ravens with effortless authority, their glossy wings echoing the depth of the twilight sky. Crimson roses bloom defiantly around her, their petals scattered at her feet like drops of forbidden devotion. Her porcelain skin glows against the stormy dusk, and her jet-black hair frames a face both enchanting and untouchable. In this haunting realm of thorns and whispers, Demonlumi reigns with quiet dominance—an elegant sovereign of darkness, mystery, and irresistible power.
She doesn’t just climb the stairway—she claims it. Every step is an assertion of power, every movement a challenge to anyone daring enough to watch. Shadows part before her, bending to the will of a goth queen who rules with unapologetic authority. Her gaze alone commands attention; her presence bends reality. At the top of the stairs, she isn’t just standing—she’s reigning, a dark empress whose throne is the world beneath her. To follow her is optional. To stand in her way is impossible.
Demonlumi embodies a captivated goth charm—dark, hypnotic, and impossible to ignore. Every glance feels like a spell, every curve a temptation wrapped in midnight allure. She’s the kind of beauty that lingers in your mind long after you look away—mysterious, seductive, and effortlessly powerful.
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Goth vibes that pull you in instantly—dark tones, soft danger, and an energy that feels both rebellious and irresistible. Every detail, from the attitude to the aesthetic, creates a presence that lingers long after the moment passes.
Soy Sauce Pork is a timeless dish that beautifully balances sweet, savory, and umami flavors. Chef Scott Biffin’s version elevates this classic with simple techniques and a depth of flavor that’s both comforting and satisfying.
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Sear the marinated pork until caramelized, then simmer it gently with more marinade, star anise, and a splash of water. This slow braising allows the pork to absorb every layer of flavor while becoming fork-tender. For added richness, a boiled egg or tofu can be simmered in the same sauce.
Serve this fragrant, melt-in-your-mouth soy sauce pork over steamed jasmine rice or noodles, garnished with chopped scallions and sesame seeds. Chef Scott Biffin’s soy sauce pork is not just a dish—it’s a savory embrace, perfect for weeknight dinners or special family meals.
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