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The Season of Whitecold

The few hours of warmer colours encourage frolicking in the snow, enjoying life in the downpour of glittering, fluttering stars. Just for those few moments before the approaching dark arrives.  As the light wanes, darker creatures emerge from under the stairs, from the shadows, from the frozen spaces between the quick touches of sun. They appear solid frozen as first, and you might have to glance at them from the corner of your eye to see them move at all, but as golden tones turn to blue, they are suddenly everywhere, skittering on the ice. Cold cannot hurt them. They, and many other creatures of the night, indulge in the longdark, in the frost, in the starlight captured in small glints on the snow. It is their season, the season of whitecold. Scene:
Stairs: {anc} NO LIMITS. Stairs for moonlight 46Li RARE
Chapel: {anc} EDEN. chapel / old . 35Li
Snow: {anc} snow ground (mesh uneven ground) white 1Li
Doves: {anc} NO LIMITS // various different doves
Hound: meadowWorks – Greyhound Poser*
Imps: lassitude & ennui – Mischievous Imps Gacha* Character:
Skin: Pink Fuel – Doll V2 <Vamp>
Hair: !lamb.… Read the restekaterina1bs


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Shared Wings of Hope

The Spirits of Hope live in the dark. They have wings: some stronger than others, some more battered and even torn. There are those who lost their ability to fly altogether. Without wings their journey is harder, more challenging. In those moments it might seem all of the Hope is lost and can never find their way again. But if one such creature with just one wing meets another of similar kind, they can learn to fly together. Two different wings creating enough of balance for them to move again. In time their wings will grow back, in time they’ll sing and soar and light the darkness. But for those despairing moments in the dark it is enough to share their wounded wings and fly. Sculpture: meadowWorks – Hope ~ A Fragment* Avatar:
Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Pure Ivory*
Hair: Clawtooth – Windswept
Eyes: IKON – Perspective Eyes: Wight
Wings: [europa] Nyxus wings
(they are one rigged item, I used photoshop to remove one)
Mesh Body Parts: Slink Hourglass & Feet


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The Waking Sun

The Sun sleeps through the winter, slumbering in the darkness, the cold keeping her brilliance at bay. The sparks dance around her in slow, near-frozen movements, carrying her through the long months of hibernation. As the year changes to another, as the season shifts, the sparks come alive. They draw her forward, remind her of the cycle, of the returning spring. Each won moment of daylight gives her strength to shine bolder. As the fires drive away the slowness of the cold, her focus returns. Every day she triumphs further in the skies, drawn in by her desire to warm up all the creatures she swore to nourish and protect. The veils are breaking, daylight increasing, warmth wrapping the world in its embrace. Spark by spark, won hour by hour, summer approaches. The Sun is returning. The Sun of course begins her return long before our human-decided year-change, but the New Year is still a good moment to take a deep breath and appreciate the approaching spring and summer.… Read the restsunrise4bs

Born of Starlight

Frost spirits are born in small globes of ice, slowly formed of snowflakes and a touch of bright stars. When they open their eyes, the stars are the first thing they see, so their light will spread through the little spirit, filling it with the only glow that can pierce the wintry darkness. New snowflakes begin to form around the spirit, created out of the cold starlight, dancing in joy and celebration. Some of these flurries spread out and fall until they condense into a new globe of snow-glow, a new frost spirit. When the frost spirit is strong enough to break free, they will simply move through the ice globe for there is no capturing light. In mere moments the sphere is but a bauble in their hands, a small trinket that they send out into the skies to create new spirits. Once free, the frost spirit will embrace the cold air, dancing between the stars and the wintry earth, spreading the starlight on the black ground and dark trees, covering them all in sparkling white snow.Read the restfrostspirit2cs

Happy-Making Yool Kart Magic

“What is it?” The smallest bunling asked and sniffed the rectangular piece of cardboard curiously. “‘s yule card!” The Bunling Who Knows Letters declared proudly. “Yool-kart,” repeated the smallest bunling and nudged the cardboard up with his nose, then tilted his head as it fell over. “‘s all colourful on this side!” “What does it do?” One of the squirrels picked the card easily up and held it on the side, then peered forward to try and see the colours better. “It’s a picture!” The smallest bunling hopped up and down, then paused, tilted his head and took a few side hops to prevent tumbling down. “‘s upside down picture.” The squirrel turned the card around and everyone gathered to look at it. “I think they’re waving,” said the younger of the squirrel brothers and waved back at the card. “He has a carrot-nose!” The smallest bunling kept on hopping up and down excitedly.Read the restyoolkart1bs

The Golem Runes

The runes called to me. I could hear them in my slumber, the shift of colours, the pulse of light, the gathering of energies.
They called to me, awakened me, shaped me. I could feel their melody singing new forms to life, drawing new lines, connecting them, giving them thought, purpose, spirit. When I withdrew from stone I could still feel them. Each spark of colours pulsed magic in my veins, responded, conversed, connected. I did not know much of the world outside the runes, but my understanding of their secrets filled me, made me a living being. Separate, moving unit. A part of something bigger. They kept singing to me, the runes. They kept singing and as they did, my veins pulsed to the melody, my limbs moved with it and slowly, steadily, I found my ability to move. Ability to live. To dance. Scene:
Garden of Dreams – Floating Island*
Cerridwen’s Cauldron – Fae Waystones Set* Avatar:
Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Coal Golem, female* at Fantasy Gacha Carnival
Tattoo: Fallen Gods Inc.Read the restrunegolem1bs

The Night of Wonders

The night is always full of wonders. There’s a promise in the dark, a temptation for our eyes, the sensation of being able to see what lies beneath the shadows. The feeling that if you just blink, suddenly things will appear that weren’t there before. Like a pair of friendly greyhounds, politely inquiring what brought you to the beach at this hour.
Perhaps your mind runs through all the mundane excuses — couldn’t sleep, heard sounds, remembered you forgot something there during the day — but at night none of that matters. You can set the excuses aside and just tell them the truth: the moon called you. There are sights to see, truths to reveal, a journey to be had. At night things are more meaningful. Small lit rocks become ancient artifacts, the sound of waves a symphony, sculptures begin to breathe. They wander, explore, show you things you would never notice during the dull daylight hours. They draw your gaze into the details that matter.Read the restgreyhounds1bs

Waltz with Lost Spirits

It is the night of celebration, the night of festivities, the night of freedom. The doors are open, the portals calling, movement from one realm to another as easy as breathing: even for those who do not draw breath anymore. The music twists within like a golden spiral of dance steps older than time. Left, right, across the border of reality into another, hop to next one, shapeshift, disguise, mold, become: dance. It is the night when everything is normal and accepted and one can ride skeletal steeds through ballrooms, the night when one can waltz with lost spirits and indulge in the sensation of flesh once more. It is the night when we all dance, we creatures of grey realms, celebrating the return of flesh and spirit once more. This is Halloween. Scene:
Garden of Dreams – The Ballroom at the Eternal Hunt
Anc Ltd. – mist cloud [sun gold]
Anc Ltd. – forest lanterns at the Tag! Gacha
The Looking Glass – Infinite Love Music Box at the Eternal Hunt
~*Sweet Revolutions*~ Lazy Boo at the Eternal Hunt
deviousMind – Sugarskull Horse RARE at the Tag!Read the resthalloweenbride1bs

The True Meaning of Nomfniti

“So it’s a party about fishies?” The smallest bunling was a tad confused and wiggled his whiskers questioningly. “Yas! See, in fin…iti. Stuff. But who else has fins? Has to be a fish party!” The Bunling Who Knows Letters nodded. “But what if it’s another of those tricksy hooman words that mean other things? Like mermaids that don’t really do any cleaning?” The smallest bunling was not convinced. He eyed the letters on the paper dubiously. “Nonsense, they like fishies! Maybe it’s a shark! Grrrman must like sharks, so it’s a shark party!” “Why is there all stars and sparkles, then? They’re not very fishy.” “Sparkly space sharks! FLYING sparkly space sharks!” The Letter Knowing Bunling was now hopping up and down with excitement. “But-“ The smallest bunling never got to finish his next line, because it was at that exact moment that the squirrel dropped down from the tea zeppelin.Read the restnomfniti1bs

The Sun in Selidor

The sun in Selidor is always warm. The eternal summer embraces all visitors, inviting them to rest on the soft grass and to watch the wonder that is summer sky. The magic runs deep in the veins of the island, not a remnant of the incarnated gods, but a living, breathing, growing presence. Selidor has a spirit of its own. It whispers words of beauty to each new deity taking shape in its arms, words of truth from the realm where magic flows as easily as air. “Be all that you are, creature of elements, spirit of growth. Breathe in experiences, embrace changes and always, always face the sun.” The Fallen Gods Inc. 8th Anniversary Festival week has officially started off! The roof top of the temple hosts an Eternal Market featuring wondrous things for sale (or as gifts), the Fortune Teller inside the temple is still offering free Infinity Sidera avatars for both men and women that find their match, and the week is full of events! Today there’s a live music concert by Phoenix J at 2PM SLT, more schedule details here.… Read the restinfiniteselidor1bs

The Touch of Infinity

Infinity does not call. It does not lure or tempt like its cousin Destiny. It does not reach out, or set goals. It doesn’t consider itself to be a goal either. Infinity simply is. It breathes, it feels, it exists. It connects. Thoughts, concepts, realizations, revelations. It has all the time in all the worlds, that is its nature. There is never any rush, for understanding and comprehension arrive in their time. In the right time. Sometimes it even connects people in addition to their thoughts. It allows them to awaken each other, to feel that golden spark within, the light we carry, nourish and sometimes — too often — simply hide. At such a touch we feel the world shake, views change, life paths form. Old empires fall for inner revolutions, new foundations are built. All for that brief touch of Infinity we can find in ourselves. That brilliant spark we can feel in the connection to others, the glow in the lover’s eyes, the peace of mind in natural silence, the mystery of our lives fully realized, if only for a moment.Read the restinfinity3bs

Forgotten: City and Its Automatons

We lived on borrowed time, we automatons. Every tick of the clock brought us closer to the point when there would be no more rewinding, where our gears would cease to rotate, where our functions would simply stop.
We were unaware of this. Unlike humans, who know their bodies are temporary and fall into lethal disrepair in time, we thought we were built to last. That if we broke, we could be fixed. If we ran out of energy, we could be rewound.We trusted the City to always be there. We trusted there would always be the machinery and the systems to rewind our clockworks, to fix our broken limbs, to improve on the original design. We trusted the light to dance in the air, the energy to flow, the magic that is machinery to carry us forward. We trusted the City would be there for us whenever we needed it. The City is broken. The machinery that fixes us is unable to fix itself. The automatons designed to fix others wander aimlessly on the silent streets. With every passing cycle the City drifts, wavers, fades.Read the restforgotten3bs

They Say: The Story Behind Blood

They say I’m bad. That I strike before speaking, strike before thinking, strike for the pleasure of striking.
There’s songs about me, songs about wading through the lakes of blood I’ve drawn. Rivers, lakes, seas, oceans, it all depends on the minstrel. They say I don’t even have a reason. I don’t bathe in it for youth, I don’t drink it for occult sustenance, I don’t walk on some grim path of vengeance.  They say I just want to have fun. …and you know what, I do believe they are absolutely correct. Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Pure Ivory*
Body: Head – Logo Alex | Body – Maitryea Lara | Hands&Feet – Slink
Bloodied Hands: Clemmm – Bloody Hands
Hair: (fd) Swept Away Red
Dress: [FAIDA] & Fallen Gods Inc. – Whistles, Anarchy* at The Fantasy Collective
Axe: ~Arx Loricatus~ Classic: Naval Boarding Axe
Poses: Niqotine – Screaming Fist 01 & KMGM18(Point) | Vibe – Blissfully Aware 02 Mirror


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True Colours

There’s always something new in the world. Always something surprising, something enchanting, something that makes you smile. A flicker of a fin, a composition of colours, a splash that turns to a current. Bubbles become small stars, every fish is a mermaid in disguise, water is really just air you forgot how to breathe. World is made of magic, wrapped in mystery. It is challenging to see everything clearly, to see the true colours. We have become used to seeing what we expect to see, often in palettes of greys. It takes strength to close your eyes, take a deep breath of air or water and open your eyes to see the magic. It takes great courage to leave the grey behind and to embrace the colours, great courage to splash along in the currents of magic that is life and be happy. Scene:
{anc} I’m planet fish school white & pastel at Fantasy Gacha Carnival
{anc} mist cloud Heavenlyblue at Collabor88
{anc} nebra beads Heavenlyblue at Collabor88
Spyralle – Medusa Purple*
Fantasy Flora – Fantasy Sea Grass light blue
Body:
Skin: Fallen Gods Inc.
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Dream Bubbles

Dreams are bubbles over water, glittering in the sun, dancing to the quiet melodies within. We create as easy as we breathe — ideas, thoughts, concepts, dreams — they all float and flutter and escape from our mindscapes with every exhale. Most of our ideas pop like sparkling soap bubbles, perfect for that one brief moment, then gone, forgotten. Some linger long enough to take form, to grow wings, gain life. It is still a fragile life, in constant need of light and warm winds to carry them, to care and support.  It takes an immense amount of focus, care and perseverence for the brilliant little bubbles to turn into a full-fledged dream in all her complexities and details, for the creation, the project, the thought to become reality. But when it happens, when you watch your creation complete and fall up into the sky exactly as you imagined, or even better, exactly as she grew out to be — it is worth all the faded soap bubbles bursting in the sun.Read the restbubbles1bs

Perhaps You Had Wings All Along

The difference between falling and flying is very small and for a great amount of time non-existent. Perhaps the biggest difference lies in faith, in trust. Perhaps if you truly believe you can fly, your fall will become a flight. Perhaps it teaches you to feel for others struggling to fly, for either their environment chaining them earthbound or their fear locking them down. Perhaps it lights the warmth of empathy, of recognition, kindles your fingertips with mercy and encouragement. Maybe the fall will cease to frighten you if you stop staring down, stop estimating the distance to ground, to the moment when your shivering reflection meets your helpless form. Maybe if you look up instead, at the endless skies, endless opportunities, the fear will let go and loosen its grip. Perhaps in that moment of being embraced by the open sky you finally realize you had wings all along. The absolutely stunning wings by ClaVv are an exclusive prize in The Epiphany, meaning you can purchase them with the points you’ve redeemed from the gacha prizes you got from the event.… Read the restangel2cs

The Seasons of Persephone: Winter

Summer was always too short. The time to return took her by surprise every year despite the signs beginning to appear: her skin paled, her hair lost its vibrant colour, the summer greens changed to darker winter tones. The butterflies transformed to small spirits, twirling around her, eager to return back to Hades. Flower decorations became chains and bones, metals and gemstones.  The blooming lines across her body sharpened into a strong mask befitting the Queen of the Underworld, the one whose name was barely whispered aloud in fear it would call her attention. Call the attention of the one carrying into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead. As the nature quiets into its winter hibernation, Persephone returns to Hades: the realm and the god. She returns and she rules by his side until the awakening spring calls her back to the warmth of summer. The dress by Fallen Gods Inc. & [FAIDA] is one of the exclusives in The Epiphany. You can acquire the exclusives by redeeming in your gacha prizes, that way you can get rid of the commons you don’t want and get exclusive shinies in return!… Read the restpersephonewinter3bs

The Seasons of Persephone: Summer

Her mysteries bloom in the sound of birdsong, her footsteps lure forth flowers, her whispered words soothe minds and spirits alike, wrap the world in the warmth of summer.
Nature responds to her mindset, her feelings, or perhaps the nature influences her thus, but regardless they are one. It is summer and Persephone wanders amongst the trees and flowers, breathing in the scented air after the long winter months in the Underworld. The trees sway with her steps, the flowers reach higher to touch her as her steps take her in the dance of delight through her summer realm. Her touch revives and revitalizes the smallest of details, conjures the celebration of life in an orchestra of colours, scents and sensations. It is summer, and Persephone celebrates with nature: one months-long delight of warm souls, green growth and the embrace of life. It is summer, and she invites you to join her. Join her while the summer lasts! The skin by Fallen Gods Inc. is available in the Wayward Carnival, the tattoo by Fallen Gods Inc.… Read the restpersephone2bs

Nifflers at Work: Bunny Season

“Are you sure she said bunnies? It seems like there’s already plenty around here.” The chief niffler had doubts. “That’s the point, isn’t it?” Bob, the second assistant niffler, nodded. “People always want more whatever it is that’s their treasure. Hers is bunnies!” “Well, if it’s bunnies she wants, then bunnies she will get. Right, lads?” The chief niffler wiggled his snout determinedly.  “Yesboss!” The small pack got to work of sniffing out bunnies. It was surprisingly easy, the surroundings were simply full of bunny-nests, hiding places and rollable grass. “Bunnies, Bongo. Bunnies, not butterflies!” Chief sighed. “Fluffy hoppy things, not frail fluttery things!” “But look, boss! The hoppy things are attracted to the fluttery things: find one, the others will follow!” “Not bad, Bongo, not bad at all.Read the restnifflers1b

The Wings of Night

Some say Death is patient, that Death waits. This is in fact completely untrue. Death does not need to wait, Death is always Now. Death does not need to rush or hurry, it is never late or early. It is there when it is time, and its time is always the same: that heartbeat when there finally is none. There are no bargains nor games — not even chess — there’s no mercy nor sympathy, but no cruelty or sadism either. Death is a professional, one of the very first ones, definitely the last one. You might sense its presence in that very simple thought that may either soothe you or scare you: the realization that you have all the time in the world. Until you don’t.  Death avatars by Fallen Gods Inc. (both male and female available, both include the outfit and scythe) are available in the A Tattered Page’s Library, a part of this current round focusing on Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Avatar: Skin & Outfit: Fallen Gods Inc.Read the restdeath1bs