Scarcity forces hard choices. Though the love in his heart for his partners was as boundless as the universe inside his atoms, he wanted to spend the planet's last remaining days with the one he loved the most. The woman of his dreams lay asleep before him, but it was another who gave his life meaning. She was a dancer, like him.
Scarcity forces hard choices. Though the love in his heart for his partners was as boundless as the universe inside his atoms, he wanted to spend the planet's last remaining days with the one he loved the most. The woman of his dreams lay asleep before him, but it was another who gave his life meaning. She was a dancer, like him.
He gathered the last of his clothes, watching as the gray ashes of a dying world fell quietly outside her window while she slept. "Rain Char" served as a constant reminder that the planet was slowly immolating. He loved her, but even as he gazed at the woman of his dreams, he knew that she was not enough to save him.
He gathered the last of his clothes, watching as the gray ashes of a dying world fell quietly outside her window while she slept. "Rain Char" served as a constant reminder that the planet was slowly immolating. He loved her, but even as he gazed at the woman of his dreams, he knew that she was not enough to save him.
We are infinite beings living in linear time. The entire universe is built into every atom of our bodies, but we can only experience its inexhaustible bounty fractionally, second by second. And we are running out of time. Abundance is a state of mind, not an objective reality.
We are infinite beings living in linear time. The entire universe is built into every atom of our bodies, but we can only experience its inexhaustible bounty fractionally, second by second. And we are running out of time. Abundance is a state of mind, not an objective reality.
The grand wizard stepped up, hit his rod in the floor and summoned a great diamond dragon who immediately attacked the crimson dragon. The dragons fought hard, their fire engulfed the room as the people fled in panic. The crimson dragon was winning, and the grand wizard looked desperate.
The grand wizard stepped up, hit his rod in the floor and summoned a great diamond dragon who immediately attacked the crimson dragon. The dragons fought hard, their fire engulfed the room as the people fled in panic. The crimson dragon was winning, and the grand wizard looked desperate.
Wake up, little flower...
the sun welcomes you.
A solar kiss to charge the soul.
Photosynthesis and analog breaks
to drown the lunar noise until it's time to sing again. The simplicity of summer.
Wake up, little flower...
the sun welcomes you.
A solar kiss to charge the soul.
Photosynthesis and analog breaks
to drown the lunar noise until it's time to sing again. The simplicity of summer.
The crimson dragon crashed through the ceiling in a fireball of hot orange flame, scattering the revelers into rainbow clouds of angel dust. “I AM THE MASTER OF MAGIC!
The crimson dragon crashed through the ceiling in a fireball of hot orange flame, scattering the revelers into rainbow clouds of angel dust. “I AM THE MASTER OF MAGIC!
Just then...the roof of the manor split in two as the flaming red dragon crashed in, scattering the euphoric crowd into rainbow clouds of smoke and energy. The dragon landed, grabbed me in its talons, and carried me up to the top of its head.
Fireflies feed me diamonds in the forest green. Remember to remember, I whisper. Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Fireflies feed me diamonds in the forest green. Remember to remember, I whisper. Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York.
The worried droid stopped beside the huge window, it's metallic glass casting a Violet hue across the floor of the transport capsule. Xarg would be slithering off that ugly old heap of rusty steel he calls a spaceship any minute now... She shivered... and this time, it had nothing to do with the cold.
The worried droid stopped beside the huge window, it's metallic glass casting a Violet hue across the floor of the transport capsule. Xarg would be slithering off that ugly old heap of rusty steel he calls a spaceship any minute now... She shivered... and this time, it had nothing to do with the cold.
A flower never contemplates its existence. It's rules are formed through the abstract chaos of presence. Deceptively calm until the seasonal tide forms the next wave of blossoms.
They will not survive the winter. An entire world has been washed away, a new one is born from the ashes.
A flower never contemplates its existence. It's rules are formed through the abstract chaos of presence. Deceptively calm until the seasonal tide forms the next wave of blossoms.
They will not survive the winter. An entire world has been washed away, a new one is born from the ashes.
The ground rumbles and from the earth rises a shimmering miasma of dust - debris entangled with ash, light filtering through the blissful scene. A reminder of the halcyon days, when tree limbs swayed casually, moved by Mother's breeze and not the bellowing machine below. The perpetual din and and electric air. A static future.
The ground rumbles and from the earth rises a shimmering miasma of dust - debris entangled with ash, light filtering through the blissful scene. A reminder of the halcyon days, when tree limbs swayed casually, moved by Mother's breeze and not the bellowing machine below. The perpetual din and and electric air. A static future.
Spring rain.
Decidedly certain of its intention
A return to form.
Fractionalized crystals of a delicate soul
Make certain for rise of tropical birds
Their paradise, discoverd.
Heaven is grounded. A crimson glow, a warmth from within.
Spring rain.
Decidedly certain of its intention
A return to form.
Fractionalized crystals of a delicate soul
Make certain for rise of tropical birds
Their paradise, discoverd.
Heaven is grounded. A crimson glow, a warmth from within.
Fractal divisions of effervescent mycelium ebb and flow, crafting the ten dimensions of each bloom. A building crescendo of love and life coalescing in preparation to shake free from it's ashen slumber. A rose is a rose is a rose.
Fractal divisions of effervescent mycelium ebb and flow, crafting the ten dimensions of each bloom. A building crescendo of love and life coalescing in preparation to shake free from it's ashen slumber. A rose is a rose is a rose.
Kone smiled up at the members of the coven, brushing her ash-white hair out of her face. She would always carry shards of them in her heart, equal parts ruthless and kind, as she ventured into the monstrosity of the wood.
Kone smiled up at the members of the coven, brushing her ash-white hair out of her face. She would always carry shards of them in her heart, equal parts ruthless and kind, as she ventured into the monstrosity of the wood.
Dark matter revealed itself in the movements of ash, snow, rain. The Reset had failed, and the errors were beautiful. “Life is beautiful, because it doesn’t last. It goes on and changes into something else, that is not life, but the next thing we live for.” – Joseph Conrad
Dark matter revealed itself in the movements of ash, snow, rain. The Reset had failed, and the errors were beautiful. “Life is beautiful, because it doesn’t last. It goes on and changes into something else, that is not life, but the next thing we live for.” – Joseph Conrad
I could see each person's experiences of joy and ecstasy like wisps, explosions, and tethers of colorful energy; a mass rising and falling in waves attuned to the rhythm of the music. How could I capture this experience and use it as a force for good? The stage was set for the final act of my story as a collector. And I would use this moment to search for ways to create magic outside of the confines of Arcana Manor.
I could see each person's experiences of joy and ecstasy like wisps, explosions, and tethers of colorful energy; a mass rising and falling in waves attuned to the rhythm of the music. How could I capture this experience and use it as a force for good? The stage was set for the final act of my story as a collector. And I would use this moment to search for ways to create magic outside of the confines of Arcana Manor.
The cloud of toxic pollution from the battle hung like a dark, motionless over the sky. The General surveyed the devastated landscape, dotted sparsely with survivors huddled around fuel-cell fires. The General had done the impossible. He turned back the Coalition Army and saved the people of Earth from their own mistakes, but he knew that they would never be grateful.
The cloud of toxic pollution from the battle hung like a dark, motionless over the sky. The General surveyed the devastated landscape, dotted sparsely with survivors huddled around fuel-cell fires. The General had done the impossible. He turned back the Coalition Army and saved the people of Earth from their own mistakes, but he knew that they would never be grateful.
She looked over at her droid, which was pacing the floor of the ship and beeping in worry. The people of the 7th Moon were depending on her, and no one knew that their worst nightmare was coming true. The Hive-mind had awoken. "We can do this," she said to her droid, as much for herself. "They don't know about us yet."