a year looks like a yesterday 🌇 - the deaths of the legends and our love ones ends here..

we don't miss the ole Minecraft we just miss being happy -flamingo

Little that Notch knew, was that he had not created a fan base, or a new game or anything, he created a memory. He made a memory so strong, that once we break away, we can’t help but go back to. He did something that not many people are willing to do on the regular. He made us smile, He made us cry, He was truly amazing, looking at how far the game has come, it makes us wonder, how did he do it? How did he manage to capture the feeling of nostalgia and innocence in one simple game? Well that is Minecraft, a truly beautiful game

“Yo bro I found our old minecraft world!” the memories come rushing back.

POV: you join your old minecraft world that you made with your friend I am seriously crying rn

I have a ps4 with today’s Minecraft, but the game lets me switch between the new version and the 2014 one. I sometimes play the old one. It’s beautiful.

You will never realise you are a man untill you hear this

I pray that someday, whether it be in this lifetime or another, that I'm able to see his face one last time before our stars drift apart. I don't care if it's a cycle, a canon event even- if I have to repeat it for infinity, I'm content with that. I just need to see his face again.

"tearful goodbyes are not our style, After all, it'd be embarrassing when we meet again."

End Poem. I see the player you mean. Player ? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the śŘwkę, and created a ÍęÄñÁ for ź7HÜ(, in the nōÁpx. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely èĘ$ėō and ęűJy|, I wish to tell them that they are ńĆøiØ in the qwþrŃ. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player… Use its name. Player Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. Player Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by… Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”. Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”. Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words… Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breath faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.

You know. Seeing unspeakable delete his gaming channel, move on from Minecraft. I get it, people move on. But I can’t get over unspeakable. I miss the old unspeakable and the old me. ALL I WANT IS MY FUCKING OLD LIFE! ITS NOT JUST ABOUT UNSPEAKABLE ITS ABOUT ME TOO!!!! MY OLD LIFE IS FUCKING GONE AND MY LIFE RIGHR NOW FUCKING SUCKS TO DEATH!!! CANT I BE FUCKING 5 AGAIN WITH A CLEAN MIND AND A LOVING MOM AND DAD WHO WERENT DIVORCED YET??? THATS ALL I FUCKING ASK!!!! I just needed to let that out. I CANT LET MY FEELINGS OUT TO ANYBODY. THE SISTER THAT I LIVE WITH WANTS TO BE BY HERSELF AND WONT LET ANYONE VENT TO HER

Firts time i got the game I was confused I left it there for a long time And i got knew friends from school We played And i didint fell lonely

its sad to see people saying their childhood is over and it says 4 years ago

I miss when I was 6 or 5 I didn't know how to place blocks and I played with my older brother In 2016 or 2017

This reminds me of the minecraft tutorial map.

Well folks, I think is unfortunately safe to say that aqua is done with social media and that she is probably focusing on her irl life. So what we can all do now is say our goodbyes. Aquaskye, thank you for uploading these Minecraft slowed videos. Whenever I’m feeling down and I lose all hope, I usually come here to cheer myself up and remember that even when you’re at your darkest moment there’s always a tiny amount of light that you just have to find. Your videos have saved me from a depression and I want to thank you. You are an amazing person, Aquaskye. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise; and that goes to all of you reading this comment everybody is amazing in their own way it doesn’t matter who you are, what you are, or where you are. Just always remember that you are amazing😁

“Most people wait to step into the light of happiness for the ‘Right moment’ when no, just go in, and if you don’t see it, wander around until you do.” -Me, 2024.

It's not the song that holds power, it's not the video, it's not the game itself. It's you. Your memories, your feelings and thoughts all resonate with this music. It reminds us of times when life was simple, no goals or responsibilities. A time when you felt, you. You were not told how to live, which meant you could live. Though those moments can never be re-lived, they can be remembered, be looked back upon with a smile, maybe even a tear.

I’ll never forget you old console mc, spleef my beloved.

Caligoi, It’s coming up to 6 years since you’ve been gone, and I still have no idea where you went. Maybe you went offline because you decided to quit minecraft? Or maybe you were going to be online tomorrow and just forgot. And you kept forgetting. and after you kept forgetting you moved on, and you’re alive and well somewhere on this earth. I’ve probably walked past you once or twice. I still think about you every now and then, wonder how you’re going. Worse part about this is that minecraft was our only way to communicate, or that one obscure singing app which I know neither of us had used since 2017. We never knew what discord was either. If you’re not online then making contact is futile. I hope you find my comments on this KZbin video and remember me eventually, please. My username was ToriMc. I still do /seen Caligoi just to see if you’ve been online recently. 3 years straight I’ve been doing it still with the false hope that one day it’ll say “last online 3 hours ago” and not “6 years ago”. Well Madi, you know where to find me. Yours faithfully, ToriMc

We played, we tried We laughed, we cried We succeeded, we died We respawned and thrived From the zombies, to the endermen From the skeletons, to the pigmen From the spiders and creepers And from those annoying griefers From the biome of jungle to sands To the mushrooms and other obscure lands From the snow and ice To the swamps which never looked too nice From the moments with friends we’ll cherish From a time we hoped Herobrine would perish From the great animations To the KZbin sensations Along with those musical incantations I thank Mojang for creating my childhood Much better than just ‘good’ I think I speak for everyone here When I say this is not game of the year It’s the game of the century As it offered us plenty And these memories will never leave Just like the thought of first playing as Steve So I say close your eyes And listen to the music with surprise As your memories of Minecraft where once apart But now can be fixed like a broken heart In order to find your memories core You must go back to the world of Minecraft once more And defeat the Ender Dragon one last time As the sweet sounds of your childhood begin to chime One last thing, for me to say Which would be, have a nice day Also for you to never forget this game Nor the journey that came As apart of that journey was the end Quite literally, not pretend Just like this poem, which I hope you all read As I would love it if this poem and this game is remembered once I’m dead

I just turned 18 and I am leaving for Boot camp tomorrow, dont get me wrong I am glad I am going, just a part of me believes it isnt real. A part of me is still back in 2020 before covid happened.. I was only 13 years old and lost so many family members.. it was tough but i am grateful for what I have now. But still How I wish to go back to 2014-2017 the minecraft hype years, logging onto my older brothers ps3 and playing my 3 friends zeecoman, Amby07 and SOULSTER3. I miss those guys. Thank you for this memory

This game make me very nostalgic, i remember 12 years ago, playing with my friends…. Only people who play in this time can imagine how it be funny….. good times, tks for thar minecraft!

つぬーボタン型電池🔘➖➖、

Some times things come to an end but sometimes you need to remember when it happened

> be you > you slay the dragon with your long-time group of friends > everyone is thrilled to leave, but you linger as the poem scrolls down the screen > you hear this song for the first time in your life > your companions drift away to pursue their own paths > ... > ... > 5 years later, you find this video, drawn back just to hear the song and reminisce about those friends from long ago.

I don’t know how many people are gonna see this. I just want to say something about this song. It makes me remember my old preschool friend. His name was Wesley. We were the greatest friends. We never fought and we trusted each other. We even both went to a summer art camp. One day, I realized he was gonna move away. I don’t remember how I realized. Maybe he told me, or his parents, or mine. But he moved really really far away. Even 7 years later I remember Wesley. Those were good times.

no one will ever know how i would make so much memories off a block game...

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3:26 Actually hits different

This hit more than most things can. Thanks bro

"Remember, while you place your last block, some young person is placing their first." -Unknown

you haven't been online for 4 years

I had a dream once that my old player character from 2011 came up to me as I spawned into my first world. He said: "Jace? Is that you? Man, it's been a long time. You remember those days? When you found River? (my dog) When you built that house? Those diamonds? When your friends would come on? It's been a long time. WAKE UP." He disappeared. I was left in the empty peaceful world of Minecraft. All my builds were still there. The old nyan cat. My home. My dogs were there, still waiting patiently after all those years. After what felt like an hour of wandering my little kingdom from 10 years ago, I simply lay down in the bright green grass and faded away, and I woke up.

Rip aquaskye fly high 🕊️ congrats on 9mil views on your mincraft song vid

Take a moment to remember the past that created your present

Do y’all remember when jungle biomes existed

We didn’t know we were making memories, we were just having fun

My grandkids when I’m 80: hey grandpa have you heard of this old game Me: well what’s it called Them: I think it’s called Mincraft Me: let me tell you a story Them: what’s it about me: the best times of my life Explains the times the boys and me had playing in the old days

Even the most strong men cry when listening to this The memory’s just all come back to me

2016-2019, me and my brother were ALWAYS playing Minecraft. Remember doing these diamonds or iron houses? Remember playing with your bro on split screen for the first time minecraft minigames. Past, now, my brother changed, he grew up, he got graduation. And i, changed too. Minecraft was my childhood, the most nostalgic thing for me. I was playing with so much hapiness, now if we play Minecraft again, we will all get that feeling "nah, this ain't what i remember." I remember watching those herobrine and entity 303 videos and believing them. For me minecraft was a part of my life. Remember that one western town map in online? Remember "The Cric" map? Minecraft lost its simplicity. Thank you minecraft, because of you, i had a great childhood. One of the best, and then, i look at me now. I don't know myself no more. I changed, too much. I started changing my personnality to gain others respect. Minecraft was making you forgetting everything, you just build your house. And a couple of weeks ago, my brother deleted his PS4 account, losing all his progress and Minecraft worlds. Thank you for this priceless gift of hapiness that was Minecraft. I hope i sometimes could enjoy these moments more, oh yeah, enjoy them so more...

You never stop playing minecraft you just need long time break -Notch

/time set 2009 "You Do Not Have Permission To Use This Command." :(

And the universe said, "I love you"

yesterday i booted up my xbox 360 and launched minecraft, old loading screen, old menu, i clicked play and saw ''world created 7 years ago" and then i hit me, where getting old.

I’ll do anything thing just to play with the boys for one final time

I miss the old Minecraft music, you can’t make perfect better.

I want to die listening to this song

9:12 is one of the most hopeful and heroic sounding osts I’ve ever heard

I remember after school i would always play minecraft with my brother but look at him now all grown up a teenager 😢