Might as well be Pieri's theme for shaping quicksilver.
Long abandoned, dried, and close to disintegrating, this chrysalis is only held together by virtue of its quicksilver nature. The material has lent the husk something to drape over the gaping tears littering its surface; light crawls across it, intensity shifting, cycling through colours and taking from the observer's mind all traces of their identity as they shift. It is tantalising in the way that rainbows might be to a child, yet the delicate and crumbling thing that was once one creature's hearth reaches out strangely - a whisper of a past not yet remembered. Only when the gaze lifts away from the chrysalis can a small white butterfly be spied. The bird's oneiric signature pervades this statue. It is possible for you to oneirically ADJUST this statue.
The image within the frame takes clearer form as you gaze on: Midwinter. Drawing a stark contrast with the whirling colours of other landscapes, this quicksilver landscape is characterized by shifting whites with undertones of pale blue, winter-sun yellow, and lilac. Splashes of shadow suggest earth or stone beneath rolling banks of snow, and above the sky is just as silent. In motion and yet never fleeing from the alien, ashen skies, a line of snow petrels can be seen gliding above. One could mistake their dark beaks for the equally dark, tiny stars above, and their behavior is just as innocuous. Their wings never flap; they merely ride the wind you cannot feel, swerving to one side and slipping to the other. Theirs is a precarious balancing act despite knowing none will break ranks, for each petrel staggers at their own pace and in varying intensity. When one looks at the perpetually flying birds from within the landscape, as opposed to skimming its surface as they observe, the snow and sky perches on the edge of unsettling - serene, shifting, never-changing, waiting for a wing to fail without a promise to catch it. The bird's oneiric signature pervades this landscape, silver stars glimmering in the air. It is possible for you to oneirically ADJUST this landscape.
Double post but if you can't pk me you can't throw the first stone.
I heard this for the first time today, and it immediately made me think of Rijetta's relationship with @Aisling and @Rasani , and I got a little teary. Thanks, you two.
A low, sultry voice resounds within the depths of your mind, "I look forward to seeing your descent."
Copperhead of the Third Spoke says to you, "Intelligence matrix in moniker Bulrok reveals above average results when compared alongside proximal presence."
Fialeja - Davy Jones - cover in Russian This is my favorite version of this. Really sounds like a mournful song about a Divine romance, even if the lyrics are 'sea' related instead of Earth
I am typically horrible at this kind of thing. But as I was listening to music, I came across something that struck me, both in lyrics and vibe for Saidenn.
Copperhead of the Third Spoke says to you, "Intelligence matrix in moniker Bulrok reveals above average results when compared alongside proximal presence."
Back to ye olden theme songs, the music video is pretty hilarious, but the lyrics are great and meaningful. Really, it's the sentiment surrounding Elene these days:
Really feel like this song is about Sryaen, lately.
I never thought I'd see the day I'd see you as somebody I could hate I guess that's just the price I pay For the blood-red flags that I walked past every day
Who are you when I'm not looking? You're like an angel sent from hell Despite those eyes that hooked me When I'm not looking, you are someone else
Back to ye olden theme songs, the music video is pretty hilarious, but the lyrics are great and meaningful. Really, it's the sentiment surrounding Elene these days:
Follow You - Imagine Dragons
That video is amazing.
She/her but also responds to they/them thanks to chilling as Somebody or other.
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"It costs you nothing to assume that we are acting in good faith."
omg. there are too many visual references in this video. And now every time I see Faithful Whispers all I am going to see is 80s hair band. And now you will, too. You're welcome.
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Long abandoned, dried, and close to disintegrating, this chrysalis is only held together by virtue of its quicksilver nature. The material has lent the husk something to drape over the gaping tears littering its surface; light crawls across it, intensity shifting, cycling through colours and taking from the observer's mind all traces of their identity as they shift. It is tantalising in the way that rainbows might be to a child, yet the delicate and crumbling thing that was once one creature's hearth reaches out strangely - a whisper of a past not yet remembered. Only when the gaze lifts away from the chrysalis can a small white butterfly be spied.
The bird's oneiric signature pervades this statue.
It is possible for you to oneirically ADJUST this statue.
The image within the frame takes clearer form as you gaze on:
Midwinter.
Drawing a stark contrast with the whirling colours of other landscapes, this quicksilver landscape is characterized by shifting whites with undertones of pale blue, winter-sun yellow, and lilac. Splashes of shadow suggest earth or stone beneath rolling banks of snow, and above the sky is just as silent. In motion and yet never fleeing from the alien, ashen skies, a line of snow petrels can be seen gliding above. One could mistake their dark beaks for the equally dark, tiny stars above, and their behavior is just as innocuous. Their wings never flap; they merely ride the wind you cannot feel, swerving to one side and slipping to the other. Theirs is a precarious balancing act despite knowing none will break ranks, for each petrel staggers at their own pace and in varying intensity. When one looks at the perpetually flying birds from within the landscape, as opposed to skimming its surface as they observe, the snow and sky perches on the edge of unsettling - serene, shifting, never-changing, waiting for a wing to fail without a promise to catch it.
The bird's oneiric signature pervades this landscape, silver stars glimmering in the air.
It is possible for you to oneirically ADJUST this landscape.
Hardest of Hearts - Florence + The Machine
When she's relaxing/working on crafts
Other general mood songs
The Church - Under the Milky Way
AFI - Miss Murder
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I heard this for the first time today, and it immediately made me think of Rijetta's relationship with @Aisling and @Rasani , and I got a little teary. Thanks, you two.
To bad Stigandr is loyal to Guild and Country.
Butthatdoesn'tmeanwecantplaywitheachother.
General tone:
Spotify playlist!
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2U6qr56sx8NKk8VHIJd1Qq?si=RXG-uq1vR-GZuRvedFa4Bw
Don't Play
I Am What I Am
Armed and Dangerous
For Flinn
Bear Ghost - Necromancin Dancin
Ain't Know Grave - Hidden Citizens
Ivoln + Dhar:
Fialeja - Davy Jones - cover in Russian
This is my favorite version of this. Really sounds like a mournful song about a Divine romance, even if the lyrics are 'sea' related instead of Earth
Low Roar: I'll Keep Coming
Follow You - Imagine Dragons
Really feel like this song is about Sryaen, lately.
I never thought I'd see the day
I'd see you as somebody I could hate
I guess that's just the price I pay
For the blood-red flags that I walked past every day
Who are you when I'm not looking?
You're like an angel sent from hell
Despite those eyes that hooked me
When I'm not looking, you are someone else
Tell me how I'm doing!
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"It costs you nothing to assume that we are acting in good faith."
...and her love for glassblown things:
Odd, inquisitive, gentle, a little wistful, and cheery in its own way.
General internal conflict:
Strangely fitting for a number of people:
General personal path/external conflict feels:
Hey @Roux I found something for our mind-fiddlin'
What better for a journey to scrape memory lane clean than a 20th century berceuse?