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🎯 Загружено автоматически через бота: 🚫 Оригинал видео: 📺 Данное видео является собственностью канала SP Sounds Chill. Оно представлено в нашем сообществе исключительно в информационных, научных, образовательных или культурных целях. Наше сообщество не утверждает никаких прав на данное видео. Пожалуйста, поддержите автора, посетив его оригинальный канал: @SPSoundsChill36. ✉️ Если у вас есть претензии к авторским правам на данное видео, пожалуйста, свяжитесь с нами по почте support@, и мы немедленно удалим его. 📃 Оригинальное описание: On a cold full moon night, the pale yellow moonlight bathed the ancient village nestled deep in the valley. Autumn had covered every corner of the village with a layer of golden, shimmering leaves, creating an eerie atmosphere. Lanterns hanging high along the cobbled streets cast a faint light, producing dim shadows on the old, moss-covered walls. The creaking sound of wooden wheels echoed steadily from afar as an old carriage rolled along the stone paths. One couldn’t clearly see the driver, but everyone knew it was the village’s diligent horse. This horse, with its sleek black coat glistening under the moonlight, tirelessly worked through the night, pulling a cart loaded with dry wood. Each step it took resounded with a deep, rhythmic thud, blending with the wind whistling through the barren maple trees, composing a chilling yet mesmerizing symphony. The entire village seemed to sink into a dream, accompanied by distant sounds. The cry of a cat, the flapping wings of a flock of owls made the scene even more mysterious. Under the shining moon, the silhouette of the horse and the carriage formed strange shapes, like spirits from another world, diligently completing a mysterious task. No one roamed the streets, but from afar, the soft creak of a swing could be heard, as if someone invisible sat upon it. The villagers often whispered tales of that horse, a creature that never rested, even on the spookiest Halloween nights. Whenever the full moon rose high, the sound of hooves would once again echo through the narrow streets, as an omen of strange events yet to come. But perhaps, under that moonlight and in the chilly autumn air, the hardworking horse was merely fulfilling its duty, pulling the cart through the endless night, as an eternal part of this strange village’s soul. ✨Playlists My Channel: 🎃Video Lives: 🎃Haunted Ambience: 🌧️Rainy Ambience : 👉 Reuse of audio/video not permitted. ©️ Created by SP Sounds Chill ►Subscribe to receive information: @SPSoundsChill36 #Halloween #HalloweenAmbience #fallsounds
