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Spirit,

Winged with the thirst for life,

Is drawn into flight

On the summits of negation.

There, under the rays of its dream,

Emerges a magical world

Of heavenly forms and feelings

Spirit playing.

Spirit desiring.

Spirit creating all with a dream.

Surrenders to the bliss of love.

Amid the rising creations

It dwells in languor,

From the height of inspiration

Calls them to flower.

And drunken with soaring

It is ready to sink into oblivion.

But suddenly . . .

Trembling presentiments

Of dark rhythm

Break rudely into

This enchanted world,

But only for an instant.

With light increase

Of divine will

It dispels

Frightening phantoms.

And it attained

Only desired victory

Over itself.

Spirit playing,

Spirit caressing,

Spirit calling hope of joy

Surrenders to the bliss of love.

Amid the flowers of its creation,

It lingers with a kiss

Over a whole world of titillation

Summons it to ecstasy.

Intoxicating it with beauty

It is transported, it tiptoes,

Dances and whirls;

With a whole range of sensations

It is tormented, wearied.

Ready to sink into oblivion

But again . . .

From mysterious wombs

The spirit confused

A formless host

Of savage terrors

Rises stormily

In menacing waves;

It threatens

All to submerge.

Spirit,

Winged with the thirst for life,

Is drawn into flight

On the summits of negation.

There, under the rays of its dream,

Emerges a magical world

Of heavenly forms and feelings.

Spirit playing,

Spirit suffering,

Spirit creating grief by doubt

Succumbs to love’s torment

Mid the flowers of its creations

It lingers in torment,

With whole earth shakings,

Calls them to death.

Seized with fear,

It is ready to sink into oblivion

But then . . .

Bright presentiments

Of shining rhythms

Awake within it.

Sweet moment!

With rays of hope

Radiant again

It burns for life.

And marvelously attained

Is the power

Of divine will.

It pierces

The dark abysses

With glowing glances,

It shouts with rage

And fury . . .

The battle blazes.

Yawning caverns

Of monster mouths

Flash menacingly

Passionate lightning streaks

Of divine will,

All-conquering;

Radiant reflections

Of magical light

Illuminate the world.

Spirit,

Forgetting the beloved goal,

Drunkenly yields the struggle.

All enraptured,

Fully delighted

With free

Godlike play

The struggle of love.

In the divine loftiness

Of pure aimlessness,

In combining

Opposing desires

In single awareness,

One love.

Spirit learns

Its divine essence.

It knows that

Which desired struggle;

It desires only,

And events

Assembled round

This wish

In harmonious order

Capricious emotion.

Spirit,

Playing, changing

Vibrates the universe

Explaining

Affirming.

Desirous of victories,

It was victorious,

It is triumphant!

And to its beloved realm,

Joyous, it can return now.

But what darkens

The glorious moment?

ALAS!

IT HAS ATTAINED ITS PURPOSE.

It longs for past struggle.

Instantly it feels

Boredom, melancholy and emptiness.

But with thirst of life,

Again it is winged

Is drawn into flight

On the summits of negation.

There, under the rays of its dream

Emerges a magical world

Of heavenly forms and feelings.

And tormented by nothing

It can eternally

Surrender to

Favored dreaming

But why, O rebellious Spirit,

Again is Thy rest perturbed?

No disturbing rhythm

Overshadows Thee,

No dreadful phantoms

Haunt.

Only monotony’s

Infecting poison,

The maggot of satiety

Devours feeling

With sickly cry

The universe resounds:

Something else!

The new!

Wearied of pleasure

Worn with pleasure

But not with life,

Spirit lifts into flight

To the kingdoms of grief and suffering.

And in its free return

To the world of dream and of excitement

It comprehended miraculously

The idea of evil’s

Mysterious abysses.

Again the dark caverns

Gape open

Again the mouths threaten to swallow

Again battle,

The girding of will

The wish to conquer all.

Again victory, again intoxication,

And rapture

And satiety.

With this increasing rhythm

Beats the pulse of stronger life!

O my world, my life,

My blossoming, my ecstasy!

Your moments each by each

I create by negation

Of earlier experience.

I am forever

Negation

Again and

Ever anew!

More powerful

More tender,

New torture,

Fresh beatitude.

Delighting in this dance,

Choking in its vortex.

Unmindful of goals

Beloved aspirations

Spirit surrenders to playful

drunkenness.

On powerful wings

It speeds

Into realms of new discovery

Of Ecstasy.

In this endless change,

In this purposeless, godlike flight

Spirit comprehends itself

By its might of will.

Alone, free

Ever-creating.

All-illuminating

All-lifegiving

Divine play

In multiplicity of forms:

It knows itself

As the palpitation of life,

The wish to burgeon

In the struggle of love.

Spirit playing

Spirit fluttering

By its enduring longing

Creating Ecstasy

Gives itself up to Love’s thrill

Mid the flowers of its creations

It lives in freedom.

“I summon you to life,

Hidden longings!

You, sunken

In the somber depths

Of creative spirit,

You timid embryos

Of life,

To you I bring

Daring!

Now, you are free!

Fragment and flower

Separately

Rise up one against another

Flee to the summits

That in sweetest bliss

You may know all your oneness

Annihilated within me!

Rise up one against another,

Strike against me,

Negate your love!

Turn against me, all people and

elements,

All horrors lift up your heads

Try to destroy me,

Caverns of dragons’ mouths

Serpents twist round me

Constrict me and bite me!

When all rises

Against me,

Then I begin

Play.

O waiting world,

Weary world!

You are thirsting to be created

You see the creator.

Your tender sweet sigh,

Calling

Has been wafted to me.

I will come.

Already I dwell in you

O world of mine!

With mysterious delights

Of unknown feelings,

With myriads of dream and vision,

With inspiration’s flame

With Truth seeking,

With the forbidden wish

Of divine freedom.

O my beloved world,

I shall come.

Your dream of me

Is being born

It is I.

Already I am manifest

In mysterious presence

A barely perceptible

Breath of freedom.

Lightly,

A wisp of dream

The wave

Of my being

Has already seized you.

You are quivering already

I am your beloved freedom,

You my beloved world!

I am come

To dazzle you

With the marvel

Of enchantment repeated;

I bring you

The magical shiver

Of scorching love

And unimaginable caresses.

Surrender to me in all faith!

I will drown you in oceans of bliss

And beloved kisses

And great heaving waves

But in our remoteness playing

Only the spray

Envelopes you

And you insanely desire

Something else!

The new!

And then in torrents of flowers

I will lie upon you

With aromas and scents

I will bask languidly

In this play of fragrance

Now tender, now sharp

In the play of touches,

Now soft, now harsh

And sinking into passion

You will

Whisper:

Again and

Ever again!

Then I will plunge

With a horde of fearsome monsters

With savage torment and terror

I will crawl upon you with venomous

nests of snakes

And will bite and choke you!

And you will want me

More madly, more passionately.

Then I will lie upon you

Under rays of celestial suns

And you will burn with the fires

Of my emotion

The holy

Flames of desire

For the sweetest,

The most forbidden,

Most mysterious.

And all of you is a single wave

Of liberty and joy.

Multiplicity has created you.

Legions of feelings

Have elevated you

O pure desires,

I create you,

This complex unity

This feeling of bliss

Seizing you completely.

I am the instant illuminating eternity

I am the affirmation.

I am Ecstasy.”

The universe

Is embraced in flames

Spirit at the summit of its being

Feels

Endless tides

Of divine power

Of free will

Emboldened,

That which menaced

Is now seduction.

That which frightened

Is now pleasure.

And the bites of panther and hyena

Are new caresses

And the serpent’s sting

Is but a burning kiss.

And thus the universe resounds

With a joyful cry

I AM!

So I looked it up and this is a poem called "The Poem of Ecstasy," written by Alexander Scriabin in the early 1900's. I don't know why it was sent to this specific blog... unless if I'm supposed to dissect it from the context of OMORI? Literary analysis isn't my strong suit, but I'll try my best.

(⚠ minor spoilers for OMORI beyond this point ⚠)

There, under the rays of its dream,

Emerges a magical world

Of heavenly forms and feelings

Spirit playing.

Spirit desiring.

Spirit creating all with a dream.

This probably relates to Headspace and its escapist nature. In OMORI, Sunny created an imaginary world where he can go on fun RPG adventures alongside imaginary versions of his friends, with an imaginary version of his sister always there to guide them. In OMORI 2, Hail goes through similar motions, wanting to stay in a dream world for the rest of their days.

But suddenly . . .

Trembling presentiments

Of dark rhythm

Break rudely into

This enchanted world,

But only for an instant.

Likely referencing how Something and Black Space would leak into Headspace during the first game, and it’ll probably be a similar deal in OMORI 2.

It dispels

Frightening phantoms.

And it attained

Only desired victory

Over itself.

Only desired victory over itself... like how the foes and bosses that Omori and friends defeat do nothing to help Sunny and his situation. It’s just a distraction from the real conflict. And I imagine that Hail will go through something similar.

But again . . .

From mysterious wombs

The spirit confused

A formless host

Of savage terrors

Rises stormily

In menacing waves;

It threatens

All to submerge.

A formless host... Omori himself? (Okay that one’s admittedly a stretch)

This poem is a mile long so I just kinda skimmed through it a few times, but I think there’s some ideas that I could pull from it if I sit down and really read it. I’ll come back to it some other time.

#poetry #omori 2 #omori sequel #fanmade sequel #omori 2 concept #omori #omori fandom #OP if you could explain yourself that'd be great

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dnallohleoj · 1 year

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I played Horizon Zero Dawn last week and this week I started Forbidden West, and... Zero Dawn was better in every way. Some ways I can't even begin to explain why, but others I know exactly.

There were a couple notable improvements in Forbidden West, mostly in the melee combat system. The introduction of combo attacks and bonus damage accumulating from combo finishers makes close-quarters combat actually fun. It also gives you WAY better transition moves to switch back to ranged as soon as it becomes necessary. It makes combat in and of itself more enjoyable.

And if that were ALL that had been done to combat, I'd probably be willing to write off all the other issues I have, but unfortunately it's downhill from there. Because while open combat is fun, stealth is sometimes necessary and it is worse in just about every way this game.

In Horizon Zero Dawn, you had an eye icon that told you if you were visible and how much noise you were making. Individual enemies then had a yellow circle that would appear above their head if they were on alert, which would fill to red if they spotted you. In Forbidden West, they replaced the eye thing with the enemy alert icon, thereby making it absolutely useless. It no longer tracks how much noise you're making or whether or not you're even visible to your enemies, it just displays reduntant information, showing up yellow if even one enemy is on alert, and red if even just one enemy has seen you. I'd be willing to bet if I didn't play Zero Dawn that'd happen to me more often and I wouldn't even be able to tell you WHY I was spotted, I'd think I was seen from cover, it wouldn't occur to me that someone might hear me. In fact, when you're in the heat of battle, it can even DISTRACT you from the icons above enemies' heads, making it that much harder to quickly identify who's actually seen you.

On top of changes to melee combat and stealth, they also changed how all your ranged weapons work. Tripcasters are now basically useless unless you're willing to leave yourself completely exposed. Ropecasters don't instantly fire anymore, and that took some getting used to (although to be fair, heavy ropecasters in Zero Dawn were OP and this is an appropriate nerf). But even the weapons that are functionally identical, like your bows, now face mechanical alerations from the crafting system, which really only seems to serve as a way to waste resources. You can get a great Hunter's Bow for example and max out its upgrade track but oh shit what's this? this merchant has one just like it but it's better at lv 1 than yours is at lv 4, so you buy it but then oh, shit! this needs the exact same ultra rare resource to upgrade as your last bow except now you don't have any and don't even know if you can trust that you won't be presented with another better bow and come to regret upgrading this one. It's an incredibly frustrating thing to experience when some of the resources don't seem to respawn and others require you to fight machines that could easily two-shot you even at higher levels. Oh, and on top of that, you now have to find a workbench to craft, it can't be done from the menu. Actively removed a QOL feature for no good reason (realism isn't a good reason, we're playing a primitive civilization thousands of years in the future who hunt killer robot dinosaurs with bows and spears.)

Onto things I can't explain, this game's map just... doesn't feel as fun to explore. To me the hallmark of good open world is when they add things like fast travel or mounts to speed up the process, which you only use to avoid covering areas you've already thoroughly explored or to speed past challenges you're not ready for yet on the way to the ones you are ready for. If you're using fast travel/mounts to avoid having to explore as much ground, you've fucked up, the vibes are off on your game. I didn't clear every challenge in Zero Dawn, that'd take forever and I wouldn't have started Forbidden West already, but I found every tallneck and explored every area of the map at least once. In Forbidden West, I don't even WANT to. Maybe it's fatigue from jumping in immediately after beating the first one, but seeing every inch of this map isn't appealing. I don't even have finding the Super Armor to look forward to, that's just an unlockable ability in the skill point menu now, so I'm probably gonna clear story and still have several grayed out areas on my map and I just... won't care.

The story itself is also overall less satisfying this time. It was part of the experience with Zero Dawn, you'd go around collecting boyfriends and a few girlfriends while learning about yourself and the past. But the thing that made that FUN was the discovery. WHAT Aloy finds was usually predictable, they'd project it in advance, but when they actually told you what they were projecting up to that point, it was always so much bigger than I'd imagined. In comparison, Forbidden West's writing just has a more... generic vibe to it. It's just the plot of an open world RPG with no fanfare, no clever projections about what's coming next, no big reveals to even make those projections have a payoff. It's still engaging but it's just not as meaningful. Plus I'm almost through finding the subordinate functions and so far Aloy's only acquired one new boyfriend. The others are just repeats.

It's still a good game but in so many ways it just feels like a step backwards. We got better melee combat at the cost of simple and clean stealth/ranged combat. The crafting system sucks now, stealth sucks now, tripwires suck now. It's all kinda disappointing.

#Horizon Zero Dawn #horizon forbidden west

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