(dichloro approaches lune slowly, though still keeping outside the circle.) you seem really protective of this kid.. what makes you care about him so much? especially since you seem so hostile to everyone else.

"I don't care about the kid okay..." He said quite bluntly. "I just..." Silas seemed suddenly lost for words, his ears drooped further as he searched for an explanation. "It's just..."

"When Lune says something... he's just being honest with me. Sure it might really hurt in the moment... but at least I know he's not judging me without a good fuckin' reason." "But everyone else? Everyone else always assumes the worst of me. What else am I supposed to do...? I already proved that they should, there ain't no going back now. " He sighed before turning away. "I- ...Look it doesn't matter alright? Right now I have other shit I should be doing."

"I'm tired of it and his life matters more right now... that kids familiar can only do so much. If he was a human... he would have healed by now. But... that's my fault too. Just like everything around this fuckin' place." He huffed, he didn't have time to linger on this any longer. "I gotta go." As it did a moment ago Silas' illusion began to appear, this time with an intention. His familiar features were quick to shift into something more basic and feral.

And just as it appeared the illusion flashed a grin.

"Do me a favour alright~? Don't touch Lune."

-> Seems Silas has wandered off to somewhere unknown... -> "Chapter 1: The Introduction" has ended.

YOUR WONDERFUL

CREATION

Will now be

discarded.

"It's three seasons old, at least," said Phillip, in a pained voice. "What sort of provincial backwater did you buy it in?" "The Little Dover Dress Shop." Visander bit out each word, fuming that he knew the answer. "It still has an empire waist," said Phillip, a kind of agony on his face. "You know, here we have fashion, we don't just go about wearing robes for ten thousand years." "I care nothing for your human fashions, worm," spat Visander.

Dark Heir by CS Pacat is a comedy. Or, in other words: if book 3 is not a married-life sit-com between Phillip and Visander I riot.

(In other, other words: there are so many fantastic romantic dynamics in this book, but the one couple I have imprinted on like a baby duckling is the queer murder-machine with tunnel vision stuck in the body of a Victorian ingénue and his husband Who Really Does Not Want To Be Here and can endure his wife being "a dead man from a defunct world" but draws the line at him not dressing for dinner.)

So, here's a thing!

The first part of my new Sims Story*.

Inspired by Shadowrun & Cyberpunk worlds & themes etc. Basically, my Alien squad getting up to shenanigans that I have decided to mash into a story for funsies:

Newt moves in with new roommates VexX and Ambergris, all aliens living on Simterra*. Newt hopes to make a new life for himself and pursue his medical training, and maybe make some friends along the way. Little does he know that VexX and Amber are actually part of a Runner crew, taking on jobs that frequently involve the underworld and shadier elements of the city...and it often leads to trouble.

*Insert clever title here...TBC *My name for the Sims planet

Anyway, if you check it out, hope you enjoy it!

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　１：　Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎｓ】

Newt: Well, here goes nothing. I got this? I got this. Okay Newt...just like we practised...Oh! Should I have brought some kind of food as a gift? Have I got time to run to the shop? I wouldn't even know where the shops are here...ugh Well, that's that then. Guess I'm doing this, gift or not...

Newt walked into the apartment, and was immediately greeted by a man in dark sunglasses with deep grey skin with red markings, and with red hair to match. Newt was an alien himself, but this man looked like no being he had ever seen before. He was so intrigued and realised that he was staring, and his carefully rehearsed introduction ended up tumbling out in a garbled mess... Newt: Oh...um...helloit'snicetomeetyou, mynameis- ???: Woah! Slow down, kid! You're Newt ain't ya? Newt: Y-yeah that's me! I live here! Well, sort of. I will live here...um...I'm moving in today!

VexX: [VexX chuckles] Heh, I knew it! Take a breath, Newt, ya found the right place. 'm VexX. Guess we're officially roomies now! Newt: G-good to meet you! [Newt automatically reaches out to shake hands, and VexX returns the gesture] VexX: Careful kid, that's my eyeball you're squeezing. One of 'em, anyway! [VexX winks]. Newt: Oh, I'm so sorry! Um... [Newt withdrew his hand, flustered, which only seemed to amuse VexX]

VexX: [VexX laughs] Relax, 'm only jokin' with ya. Seriously, don't worry about it. It ain't like ya expect eyes to be there, y'know? Even with people like us! [VexX eyed Newt's bag and suitcase] Is that all ya stuff? [Newt nods, and VexX nodded back in understsanding] 'kay then, here, let me grab that one for ya and I'll show ya t'ya room. Newt: That's okay I can manage...don't trouble yourself...um... Newt quickly realised that his protests were pointless, and he surrendered the bag to his insistent, helpful new housemate.

VexX: So I'll give ya the grand tour later but for now, my room is at the end there, you're next to me 'cause...well, Ambz will explain 'm sure...there ain't all that much to see but it's home, y'know? Newt's gaze swept over the apartment as his new roommate lead him to his new room, excited. His new home. VexX was right that there wasn't much to see - from here he could see most of the rest of the apartment. His attention snapped back to VexX. Newt: Sorry...uh, Ambz? VexX: Yeah, Ambergris, our other [VexX cleared his throat, looked over his shoulder and raised his voice as if addressing someone who wasn't present. The increased volume made Newt jump] ANTI-SOCIAL roomie - I'll drag his ass out of his room so he can say hi, don't ya worry. Newt chuckled softly - he already felt far more at ease than when he first arrived. He hadn't imagined it going this smoothly! One roommate met, one to go...

VexX: And here it is! Your own personal space. [VexX gestured around the room] It uh, might not look like much but- Newt: [In almost a whisper] It's perfect. VexX: I mean uh, I wouldn't go that far but whatever powers your uh, light-speed drive I guess. Newt nodded, taking in his new space. The furniture was sparse, a shabby bed and chest of drawers and a pokey desk. But to him, it may as well have been a luxury hotel suite. He could work with this - besides, it wasn't like he needed much space anyway. VexX: I'll leave ya too it so can settle in a bit, and I'll go drag Ambz out...we'll be in the livin' room when you're ready. Ambz might not even be awake, so take ya time. Newt: [Newt chuckled and smiled] Thanks, VexX. It's been great meeting you. VexX flashed Newt a grin, showing off rows of spiky teeth. Newt also thought he saw a hint of an otherworldly looking tongue, but it could have been his imagination. VexX: Yeah, you too - welcome to your new home, kid!

VexX left Newt alone in his new room, clutching the handles of the small bag of belongings he had brought with him. His suitcase was still by the door, but he could grab it later. VexX seemed friendly, even if he looked intimidating. Though he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the nickname "kid" yet. Especially when VexX didn't seem *that* much older than he was - he hoped it wouldn't stick! But, those were all things to worry about later. For now he had a space of his very own. Yeah, things were going to work out just fine.

Uhhhh thanks for reading!<3

Special thank you to @occultradio for encouraging me to Do The ThingTM and for being a massive inspiration tbh :).

Thank you to all CC & pose creators!

Onward!

Every day, grandpa Koji came back form work with a lot of fish with him. Kenta didn't understand why his grandpa brought back so much fish if they never eat it all.

"What do you do with all the fish we don't cook?"

Kenta asked to his grandpa.

"Well, you see Kenta, there are some poor families in this village and i want to help 'em as i can. We get lots of fish everyday, so there's no problem if i share some with those poor souls."

Grandpa Koji answered.

"Ohhh, so that's why you always go out after dinner with those boxes of fish!"

Kenta said, surprised by how much his grandpa was doin for those families.

"Can i help you with that? At least i'll have something to do!"

The boy asked. Granpa Koji was surprised by that question, however his expression quickly changed.

"Ah... I'm sorry Kenta. I would like to bring you with me, but... You see these families live in a certain area of the village that's not really safe for kids like you. I promise that you'll be able to help me when you'll be older."

Kenta was quite disappointed by that answer. How's possible that in a small village like that there was a thing such a dangerous zone?

But the young boy was very stubborn and his patience was to the limit. He decided to secretly follow his grandpa that night, at least it would be something fun to do.

And so he did. After dinner Kenta pretended to go to sleep and when he heard his grandpa closing the door to exit he followed him, making sure to stay hidden in the shadow and not too close to the old man.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[May 11, 2004]

There is a hidden info file located at Elliot Ludwig's desk, press read it to look.

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Andrew ''Young" Williams

33 years old.

Mexican-British-American

Married to Maria Elise(30), and had a son Derek "Young" Williams(8)

Birthday: Feb 14, REDACTED DATE DUE TO PERSONAL REASONS.

Hair color: soothe black

Hair length: on the shoulder length

Hair loose: messy

Extra: had a beauty mark on the upper middle left in the cheek, and had a clear slight hidden scar on his left eye.

[ FACT: He lost an left eye during a car accident on March 10 and now he is wearing an black sunflower themed eyepatch, though he usually wears eye contacts, mostly colors are purple, red and turquoise. ]

Occupation: An Employee of Playtime CO, but also a caretaker of Playcare when he was told to keep an eye on the kids when the doctors are busy of something.

[ All the 5 facts have been scribbled with blood and ink. ]

And despite his personality being a cold and workaholic, Andrew is a compassionate, kind, creative and a hardworking man! And unfortunately, we had to give him a day off due to his struggles of staying awake from his insomnia.. before the-

HOUR OF JOY

THE HOUR OF JOY

THE HOUR OF JOY

THE HOUR OF JOY

THE HOUR OF-

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Andrew is now opened for questions!

[ blog created by @crimsoninthecreek )

( Blog contains the warnings of mental health, angst, emotional angst, childhood trauma mention, paranoia, anxiety, su1c1d3, spoilers of Chapter 3 and more. )

Is there anything on earth harder than trying to give people advice on how to get into gg story probably not.

I know it's just the Terminal Crocodile Brainworms speaking but like

We know both Kuma and Iva-chan would become members of the Revolutionary Army 16 years after the two meet at God's Valley

And like. I can't help but to wonder if Kuma's flashback is going to tie to the backstory of the Revolutionary Army and how he joined the cause, especially since we are going to learn about Iva-chan's backstory at the same time backstory (and Bonney's??? Mom??? I'm assuming???)

And while I don't think we're going to learn much about Dragon through this backstory because. IDK I feel like Oda would save that for later, right now doesn't feel like The Time To Reveal Dragon's Backstory. Not to mention, if this backstory is meant to be About Kuma first and foremost, then adding Dragon into this mix would just distract from Kuma and Bonney's relationship, the current heart of the story (also is why I want to believe Ginny is Bonney's mom, since that would also tie to the heart of the story)

But I can't help but to wonder... if Crocodile was a member of the Revolutionary Army for a while, then might we see him even just briefly at some point during this flashback? Maybe? Perhaps? Even for just a panel or two? Please? Pretty please? 👉👈

(@breed-station ) Indigo flies over to Destino, being a bit amused of their failed attempts of a Z-crystel move. He leans on Destino: "Buddy, pal, backaroo, you are trying too hard~. Look at the bell fella how flawless he is with their aura. Don't think about it, let it flow like the motion of the ocean~" Indigo flies around them to create a slight breeze. "Besides, Hershel? You are doing an amazing job." Indigo pads him on the shoulder.

*With full focus, Destino fires the swirling mass of concentrated dark energy at one of the walls, leaving a crack. The suction from the z move is so strong that it begins to pull everyone in ever so slowly. However, the energy fizzles out before the suction becomes too strong. Felix and Hershel look stunned at where the energy once lingered and it appears that even Destino looks a bit shocked by the whole affair.*

Destino: I…I actually did it? *They mumble under their breath, looking wide-eyed at the z crystal. A small spark of red energy crackles before becoming dormant. Remembering their statement from before, they go back to their usual confident stance before turning to their friends.*

Destino: See, I told you I could do it. Easy. I didn’t even have to try that hard.

*Both Felix and Hershel look at Destino with an almost knowing look. Felix gives them a pat on the back before speaking.*

Felix: Sure, pal. Whatever you say.

Hershel: That was an incredible feat. Er, not that I had any doubt, my Prime. You are great at a lot of things.

*Destino flashes an arrogant smile.*

Destino: Of course I am. I truly am the greatest in the entire Underdark. I don’t even think you could match my skill.

Hershel: Of course not my Prime. You are truly amazing. *The bisharp tries to hide his sarcasm as best he can. At this point, it was routine to make Destino appear better than they are. The Underdark couldn’t have their future ruler lack confidence in themselves. However, that almost worried the bisharp. Destino had never truly been challenged before. He had hoped that the z crystal would prove difficult to use so a lesson could have been learnt. But no. Destino just didn’t put effort into using it before.*

Felix: So, what are ya planning on doing with that thing? *Felix gestures towards the z crystal.*

Destino: Hmmm *they pull an exaggerated thinking face. They’ve already decided what they are going to do with it but a bit of theatrics couldn’t hurt.*

Destino: I’m already incredibly strong. Don’t really need it. It’s a thoughtful gift but I don’t want it. *They remove the necklace from around their neck, grasping it in their paw. They then begin to tighten their grip.*

Felix: What are you doing?

Destino: Destroying it. I don’t want it.

*Hershel shows a look of panic.*

Hershel: My Prime, surely you would not want to destroy the z crystal? It could prove to be incredibly useful in the future. Especially with it being a gift from your parents, you would not want to upset them in any way.

Destino: You think so? Honestly, I don’t think I need something like this. *Destino takes notice of the bisharp’s worried expression and then looks back down at the crystal. They turn it around in their paw, considering. They look back towards Hershel.*

Destino: You know what? I’ll let you keep it for me. That way, if I ever did need it, I could come to you to use it. Out of my paws and no longer my responsibility. *Destino tosses the z crystal towards the bisharp. Hershel almost struggles to catch it but recovers.*

Hershel: If that is what you wish my Prime.

Destino: Good. Now that that’s settled, I’m feeling hungry after all of that. Come. Let’s get something to eat.

I have written over 4500 words of New And Improved* Ghost City in the last two days

*not copyright-claimable

So this is actually a MAJOR spoiler for my comic, but it's fairly end game AND has like... zero context. So why not share a bit of my comic's darker side? (as if I ever share the cute concept art amirite lmao)

Anyhow... This mystery dude uh... well quite frankly he's going through it. But not nearly as much as the people below him...

[Reaction to this post] - [Lady Ombre belongs to @ask-noonescity]

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Silas pulled his hand away in response, he wasn't expecting rebellion towards his threats, especially one he said with such confidence. The sudden physical contact made him cringe, despite his face being hidden his body language made it obvious he felt discomfort at being touched. He didn't like that, not one bit, her lack of fear was unnerving and the sinister grin she gave made his skin crawl. It felt like the power and advantage he had over her was suddenly pulled out from underneath him. He didn't have control over the situation anymore and that terrified him.

As she leered back everything in his body was screaming at him to run, yet just as before when faced with something much scarier than himself he froze like a deer in headlights. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to do and he was so confused by the situation he didn't even realize the unexpected stinging pain that was quickly starting to dig into his fur. It was only when he felt his mask finally beginning to slip that his panic and self-preservation finally kicked in.

"Please stop-!" Silas yelped out in fear, his claws were franticly clawing at the vines but he did little damage to them. It was like all his efforts to escape meant nothing to her, he felt so helpless and scared. Of course, he would die this way, a victim to his own stupidity. His breathing quickly spiralled out of control as he felt the vines begin to tighten, he didn't like this. It all felt so sickeningly familiar to him, the pressure around his neck, the way he gasped for air and panicked, it was all much too close to something from his past. This had happened before? Hadn't it? This was something he was acquainted with, something he knew well. She always did this to him, just another punishment on the long list.

And for some reason, everything in his mind couldn't stop him from melting back into those moments. She was here again, wasn't she? Back from the grave to torment him? Despite everything he knew, every logical thought denying her existence in the present he couldn't shake the thought. In one last ditch effort to ease his anxiety, he opened his eyes... But that only gave him a passing glance of a face he knew well.

Lady Ombre was truly gone, her words falling on deaf ears as she lectured the fox. All that replaced her was the terrifying memory of a ghost here to hurt him once more.

Silas franticly kicked and squirmed in the air, his tiny paws were desperately attempting to tear at the magical energy around his neck. Seance merely looked on in annoyance.

"What are you good for if not? You really don't know how to do anything, do you?" Seance scoffed, her magic was slowly tightening around the fox's neck more. Her grip easily constricted his airway. "I asked you to kill... one person." She held a singular claw up as the tiny Giratina spirit drifted around her, "But you couldn't even do that little fox, could you?" "Why do I even ask you to do things, what are you worried they're going to hurt you?" She laughed as Silas struggled. "You should be more scared of me than some stranger, did you not learn what happens when you don't listen? Was the tail not enough? Do you need another reminder?" "What's next, Hm..." The ghost hummed, pacing around the fox in thought. "How about an ear, or maybe." She suddenly grinned as her eyes darted back to him. "An eye? Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Every time you'd open your little eyes and realize you can't quite see the whole picture, you'll remember me and think about how much you should have listened... How does that sound, hm? Or I could finally just kill you?" Silas frantically shook his head in reply, the air he was able to breathe in was getting more scarce by the second. "You're right. That'd be too merciful, someone as horrible as you doesn't deserve mercy." With the last bits of air he could get the fox gave a broken plead. 

"Ugh, Seriously?" She groaned.

Silas hit the ground with a loud thud, the sudden allowance of air instantly threw him into a coughing fit. Seance however just stared down in irritation, her ears twitching with every sharp cough. "Are you fucking done now?"She asked in irritation, she obviously felt no remorse for her actions. "Stop the dramatic coughing fit, you're not getting any sympathy from me. You want sympathy then why don't you crawl your way back to your human, hm?" "I'm sure she's stupid enough to reward your misbehaviour with pets and kisses. You always did like being a little pampered pet, didn't you? Having a soft bed and food in your bowl~" She mocked. "Disgusting really, you pets are all the same." Silas only continued to cough before he made a weak effort to stand.

He only looked down in shame, despite her scolding, tears quickly began to fill his eyes. But there was no sadness, no emotion to go along with them all he felt was a disconnect from his surroundings as he drifted back into reality. [ . . . ] It seemed Lady had let go of him long ago, but he was too stuck in his head to have noticed. He only sat there in silence as his hand cautiously wandered to the place where the vines were. The presence of pressure still lingered even if the vines were no longer there. He seemed confused, unsure why Lady Ombre didn't simply kill him when she had the chance.

Just as she left the fox made a frantic scramble for his mask. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, all he could mutter out was faint repetitive apologies as he shakily took the kitsune mask in hand.

Once he felt it in his hands a faint calmness washed over him... He took a long moment to stare at it in silence. His claw was gently scratching at the smooth surface of the mask, a feeble attempt to help ground himself in the present day. He still seemed extremely shaken up from the interaction with her. His hands were unintentionally trembling, and he couldn't stop his tears from worsening as moments passed. He was so tired of this, he was so tired of showing weakness and letting strangers have power over him. He was getting so tired of people treating him badly, pushing him around, finding new ways to get under his skin and bring him to the pathetic tears he struggled to hide. "Everything is fine..." He muttered before he finally flipped the mask, completely set on using it to conceal any leftover tears.

"Why do I always do such stupid things…"

-> Oh? What's this? Seems Silas will remember this interaction. Lady Ombre has been added to the relationships page. -> Silas has been... slightly injured and will have minor scratches going forward.

hey love your blog!

i’ve got a really random specific question.

so I read les mis over 10 years ago and there was a passage in it i’ve been trying to find since but i just can’t… it was a description of a garden and i remember it being soooo lyrical and beautiful but for the life of me i can’t find it again …. any chance it rings a bell????

Gardens are a big motif in Les Mis, and there are lots of lyrical descriptions of gardens in the book! So it is hard to say, but- I'll put other possibilities in the tags, but I think the most likely candidate is probably the longest and most lyrical garden description we get in the book-- the description of the garden in the Rue Plumet, where Jean Valjean lives with Cosette. This is Volume IV, Book 3, Chapter 3, "Foliis Ac Frondibus":

There was a stone bench in one corner, one or two mouldy statues, several lattices which had lost their nails with time, were rotting on the wall, and there were no walks nor turf; but there was enough grass everywhere. Gardening had taken its departure, and nature had returned. Weeds abounded, which was a great piece of luck for a poor corner of land. The festival of gilliflowers was something splendid. Nothing in this garden obstructed the sacred effort of things towards life; venerable growth reigned there among them. The trees had bent over towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had inclined, that which crawls on the earth had gone in search of that which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over towards that which trails in the moss; trunks, boughs, leaves, fibres, clusters, tendrils, shoots, spines, thorns, had mingled, crossed, married, confounded themselves in each other; vegetation in a deep and close embrace, had celebrated and accomplished there, under the well-pleased eye of the Creator, in that enclosure three hundred feet square, the holy mystery of fraternity, symbol of the human fraternity. This garden was no longer a garden, it was a colossal thicket, that is to say, something as impenetrable as a forest, as peopled as a city, quivering like a nest, sombre like a cathedral, fragrant like a bouquet, solitary as a tomb, living as a throng.

In Floréal this enormous thicket, free behind its gate and within its four walls, entered upon the secret labor of germination, quivered in the rising sun, almost like an animal which drinks in the breaths of cosmic love, and which feels the sap of April rising and boiling in its veins, and shakes to the wind its enormous wonderful green locks, sprinkled on the damp earth, on the defaced statues, on the crumbling steps of the pavilion, and even on the pavement of the deserted street, flowers like stars, dew like pearls, fecundity, beauty, life, joy, perfumes. At midday, a thousand white butterflies took refuge there, and it was a divine spectacle to see that living summer snow whirling about there in flakes amid the shade. There, in those gay shadows of verdure, a throng of innocent voices spoke sweetly to the soul, and what the twittering forgot to say the humming completed. In the evening, a dreamy vapor exhaled from the garden and enveloped it; a shroud of mist, a calm and celestial sadness covered it; the intoxicating perfume of the honeysuckles and convolvulus poured out from every part of it, like an exquisite and subtle poison; the last appeals of the woodpeckers and the wagtails were audible as they dozed among the branches; one felt the sacred intimacy of the birds and the trees; by day the wings rejoice the leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings.

In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and allowed some glimpse of the house. Instead of flowers on the branches and dew in the flowers, the long silvery tracks of the snails were visible on the cold, thick carpet of yellow leaves; but in any fashion, under any aspect, at all seasons, spring, winter, summer, autumn, this tiny enclosure breathed forth melancholy, contemplation, solitude, liberty, the absence of man, the presence of God; and the rusty old gate had the air of saying: “This garden belongs to me.”

It was of no avail that the pavements of Paris were there on every side, the classic and splendid hotels of the Rue de Varennes a couple of paces away, the dome of the Invalides close at hand, the Chamber of Deputies not far off; the carriages of the Rue de Bourgogne and of the Rue Saint-Dominique rumbled luxuriously, in vain, in the vicinity, in vain did the yellow, brown, white, and red omnibuses cross each other’s course at the neighboring crossroads; the Rue Plumet was the desert; and the death of the former proprietors, the revolution which had passed over it, the crumbling away of ancient fortunes, absence, forgetfulness, forty years of abandonment and widowhood, had sufficed to restore to this privileged spot ferns, mulleins, hemlock, yarrow, tall weeds, great crimped plants, with large leaves of pale green cloth, lizards, beetles, uneasy and rapid insects; to cause to spring forth from the depths of the earth and to reappear between those four walls a certain indescribable and savage grandeur; and for nature, which disconcerts the petty arrangements of man, and which sheds herself always thoroughly where she diffuses herself at all, in the ant as well as in the eagle, to blossom out in a petty little Parisian garden with as much rude force and majesty as in a virgin forest of the New World.

Nothing is small, in fact; any one who is subject to the profound and penetrating influence of nature knows this. Although no absolute satisfaction is given to philosophy, either to circumscribe the cause or to limit the effect, the contemplator falls into those unfathomable ecstasies caused by these decompositions of force terminating in unity. Everything toils at everything.Algebra is applied to the clouds; the radiation of the star profits the rose; no thinker would venture to affirm that the perfume of the hawthorn is useless to the constellations. Who, then, can calculate the course of a molecule? How do we know that the creation of worlds is not determined by the fall of grains of sand? Who knows the reciprocal ebb and flow of the infinitely great and the infinitely little, the reverberations of causes in the precipices of being, and the avalanches of creation? The tiniest worm is of importance; the great is little, the little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision for the mind. There are marvellous relations between beings and things; in that inexhaustible whole, from the sun to the grub, nothing despises the other; all have need of each other. The light does not bear away terrestrial perfumes into the azure depths, without knowing what it is doing; the night distributes stellar essences to the sleeping flowers. All birds that fly have round their leg the thread of the infinite. Germination is complicated with the bursting forth of a meteor and with the peck of a swallow cracking its egg, and it places on one level the birth of an earthworm and the advent of Socrates. Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two possesses the larger field of vision? Choose. A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars. The same promiscuousness, and yet more unprecedented, exists between the things of the intelligence and the facts of substance. Elements and principles mingle, combine, wed, multiply with each other, to such a point that the material and the moral world are brought eventually to the same clearness. The phenomenon is perpetually returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life goes and comes in unknown quantities, rolling entirely in the invisible mystery of effluvia, employing everything, not losing a single dream, not a single slumber, sowing an animalcule here, crumbling to bits a planet there, oscillating and winding, making of light a force and of thought an element, disseminated and invisible, dissolving all, except that geometrical point, the I; bringing everything back to the soul-atom; expanding everything in God, entangling all activity, from summit to base, in the obscurity of a dizzy mechanism, attaching the flight of an insect to the movement of the earth, subordinating, who knows? Were it only by the identity of the law, the evolution of the comet in the firmament to the whirling of the infusoria in the drop of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, the prime motor of which is the gnat, and whose final wheel is the zodiac.

WOO finally slogged through a version of chapter 17 i'm somewhat happy with

A long time ago, in the south area of Japan, a young boy named Kenta Yamada was travelling with his parents to reach a little village on the coast to spend his summer vacation.

Kenta wasn't really excited about the idea, the small village was known to be quite underdeveloped compared to the big city where he came from: no arcades, no modern TVs, no playgrounds, not even many kids of his age, not exactly the best perspective for a vacation.

The small village was known as Buromichi, wich wasn't its real name, but everybody called it that way because of the blue sky wich reflected it's blue light on the beach. Buromichi was mostly a village full of fishermen and sailors, plus a few sellers with their stores here and there. It was certainly a good place to spent a few days away from the chaos of the city tho.

Kenta was a guest of his granpa Koji Yamada, an old sailor wich retired to become a fisherman and live a peaceful life in the village, despite his age he was still very energetic and strong, a lot of the inhabitants really respected the old man as one of the best fisherman in the whole town.

However, despite his positive attitude, Koji couldn't understand his nephew that much. "I wish i knew more about what kids likes these days... And i wish i could spend more time with Kenta." he mumbled multiple times while goin to to do his job in the morning. Kenta wasn't really into fishing or stuff like that, to him everything his grandpa proposed sounded extreamely boring, but Koji just couldn't think about what could possibly give some joy to Kenta.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Finally can work on the chapter 2 scripts 🤟