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He has seen the darkness, in war, life and around the world even his  fur was once dark, believe it or not.
What changed, how did he got enlighted? Maybe Mycellium, lets see if we find out in the hopefully bright future

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FLUF World: Burrows #10412

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Hop Protocol

Looking In From Without

Coral is on the run, again. But who can catch a changer—a girl who can be anything?

Home at last and loaded with contraband, Coral reunites with Elias, an old flame, now the Academy’s youngest surgeon.

But Coral’s perfect night is ruined when Rahu, a fanatical killer, tracks her down and tricks her into unleashing a vindictive goddess.

With her world threatened, Coral turns to Cyrus, a battle poet sworn to protect the multiverse. But learning dangerous magic takes time, and Rahu is out for blood.

This confrontation occurs in Chapter 23 of DRIFTER, titled, "Brother Fire." An excerpt from that chapter is here depicted as an animated scene, exclusively for Avatar Holders.


Rahu nodded as if he understood every word only too well. “So you see now why you have to die?”  
	“I won’t,” I said calmly. “Not for you.”  
	Elias drew close to my side. I knew that if Rahu made one false move he would have a dragon, a changer, and a Star Kin to contend with. I had never been able to articulate the way I felt, to confront the shadow that followed me. I hoped the truth would help us both.  
	“I want to eat your life,” Rahu said guiltily.  
	“You think that will fix things?”  
	He frowned as if troubled by a memory, as if recalling the centuries of his life and finding them lacking. “I’ve seen everything and done everything,” he said. “Everything I ever wanted. And yet . . . nothing. I used to be a titan. Now I am all in ruins.”  
	I thought of the little boy I had seen walking beside me in the Fade, the fragment of Rahu’s past. Who was he, really? That little boy had died centuries ago. He wouldn’t remember. Then he surprised me.  
	“Oh yes,” he said, his eyes remote. “I remember being alive. To have it over again, I’d give anything.”  
	Elias stood tall and silent beside me, his fists white knots, his eyes searching. I knew that he did not want to fight. He was a man of compassion, a healer at heart. He was trying to understand Rahu. But he said nothing, leaving the talking to me.  
	I watched Rahu for a long moment. His eyes were as dark as the windows of an empty house. “You’re connected to me,” I said. “You share my thread of empathy. I feel your desolation. The link is making us miserable. Give me time to try and understand it, so I can undo it.”  
	“There is no time,” Rahu said. “My mistress is not finished with Alta. She is coming. She knows about you, about the hold you have on me. She will break you into atoms.”  
	“Why do you serve her when you could be free?”  
	Rahu merely shrugged, summing up his entire life with a gesture. Suddenly I knew what he was. A man after all, but a man who had stared at the dark for too long.  
	Apparently finished with me, Rahu turned away. He waved his hand and parted the world as if drawing aside a curtain. I saw for an instant the Sunless Vale, the tendrils of the aurora burning down the sky between skies. Then his shadow folded over him, distorting his features, and he was gone.

A comunity-driven degen derivative project. No roadmap, just !vibes.

This crystal was discovered in the tunnels of Caverna

You are billions of gigaparsecs away from earth, floating on a rust-coloured planet. The sky is black and the ground is rumbling. The dream feels vivid and real.

Sculptures made of liquid metal and glowing crystal embellish the planets in LVCIDIA. Created long ago by intergalactic artists, they express the fragility of our existence and the beauty of our humanity.

Today, they are yours to explore.

Don't point cameras at the sun, they said

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iAMs are a representation of everything you can be or want to be. A lovingly handcrafted collection of 500 completely unique 3D characters.

.. In the darkness.. when it's just you and your thoughts..

Produced by sipsake // Created using howlerjs

The end of the year seems to always drive me mad. I've never been sure if it is the overwhelming nature of holidays, lost love ones that always made holidays special, or the disappointment in myself that I so often project onto others (working on that). For as long as I can remember, I've always felt like I could have accomplished more. Subconsciously, I think the end of the year sends me into a persistent state of reflection. 

This year has been a bit rough for me, I'm sure a lot of you can relate. I really started to lose connection with my creativity... as always the longer I stay away from facing the fears of not being good enough, the harder it becomes to tap back into that creative energy. 

This piece is my attempt at tapping back in. It resembles a lost soul begging for mercy from the fear and angst that led to the abandonment of its creative process.

I almost gave up on it actually, my computer crashed in the middle of the first scene without having a saved backup file. The original piece actually looked entirely different. Now looking back on the process, I'm glad it happened... and I'm glad that I came back to finish it from scratch again. 

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