Ethereal Sounds Are Emanating From the World’s First ‘Piano’ Made From Plants
The remarkable instrument uses flora as biological antennas, capable of perceiving changes in frequency when they are touched.
This change in frequency is translated into a voltage, which is conducted by the plants, as they are natural conductors of electricity.
The voltage is transformed into sound and activates the input of current from the electrical network into the circuit, giving rise to a magical show of light and music.
The installation was created by a biotech company named Bioo that makes electricity from nature.
“The response has been overwhelmingly positive,” said founder and CEO Pablo Vidarte.”Multiple studies show that engaging with plants has a positive impact on humans from an emotional and psychological perspective.
“We aim to create a global consciousness of nature that helps lead the way to a greener future. That’s why we’re so enthusiastic about leveraging our technology that allows us to transform plants into biological switches, to create an amazing experience.”
Previously: Morske Orgulje Sea Organ
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Crown of feathers
The autumn night was cool and cloudless, a low breeze ruffling the fields surrounding Azarath like ocean waves. She only meant to go for a night walk, contemplate the moon reflecting on the waters of river Zinthos. The scattered starlight and moonbeams offered enough visibility to examine area. When she saw him. Raven’s heart was pounding, but it wasn’t fear for herself, that had adrenaline singing through her veins. No. It was something else she couldn’t distinguish. He was one of them. It’s said the winged tribe were descendants of Calais and Zetes, both fell in love with a human woman, and both brothers fought to death for her hand. She birthed a son months after their death. It’s unknown after many centuries who was the father, but Ramiel became the first emperor of the Winged Tribe. The man before her had long ebony hair, high cheekbones, full lips, sun-kissed skin, wearing a rich green and gold garment, probably a noble from the winged clan. Graceful and elegant, walking slowly along the riverside of Zinthos. Wearing a proud expression. He was breathtaking. Her attention focused on his wings. She had never seen anything like them before. Studying attentively the shape, veins, and how moonlight reflected off them giving off a faint glow. She marveled at their beauty, breathing out. “Beautiful.” for a moment, the world stopped. Her heart fluttering in her chest as if it had wings of its own. Just like him. He looked ethereal and untouchable like a dream. And Gods, she wanted to touch him. That moment consisted of thousand of seconds to admire his celestial good looks. Were all of them this alluring and flawless? Like this Adonis in his prime.
Damian was stepping on human territory. Unforgivable. Richard would tell him, reproaching him for his unacceptable behavior. Damian could hear Alfred’s lecture in his head already, how dare he defy his father’s orders. He was about to become a full-fledged adult. It meant he would ascend to the throne. It meant he would have to find a mate. Some high-born lady from the clan, he refused to get tied down with a lady he did not choose. He found peace in the quietude of the night, away from the court’s discussions, only sound accompanying him was the swaying of plants in the cool night air. He knew immediately a human girl was watching him. The girl all too eager to drown in him, hiding behind a cherry tree. Pointless. He could easily detect her unwelcome presence. His kind did not interact with humans, but in all honesty he was quite curious too. What would they think of him? If his people knew about that buried deep within his muscles and his bones was the unquenchable urge to explore the human land and their people. He was the Prince of the winged-tribe. It’s forbidden to socialize with humans. Damian of course thought it was a ridiculous rule. This undercover flight should remain secret from his father and family. He’d never seen a female human. If the Court of stars discovered about this...He would face an unavoidable punishment for breaking the law. He enjoyed dancing in the sky, topping the wind-swept heights with easy grace, but the responsibly of ruling was becoming a burden upon his shoulders. Damian’s heart was stamped with duty to his father, loyalty to his kind. He let out a heavy sigh.
“I know you are there, come out and face me, human.” Damian commanded firmly his tone indifferent as he addressed the human girl. Raven bit her lips at the mistake she made. She thought she had been careful enough to conceal herself in the shadows. Obviously she did not. There’s no going back now, the winged-man already aware of her presence. Damian could heard light footsteps approaching him and he turned around to take a look.
Damian was too enthralled, although his face betrayed nothing of the rush of excitement that filled him when their eyes meet. Her irises were a deep violet. Her tousled raven hair was bound in a loose braid at the back of her head. Dozens of escaped tendrils framed her face and trailed down her. She’s wearing a long cotton white dress, a lavender lace accentuating her tiny waistline.
“You’re from the Winged tribe.” She spoke quietly almost in a whisper. Violet eyes watching him curiously. She knew he was dangerous, yet she didn’t seem to fear him. Interesting. So this was a female human? She was rather tiny and appeared to fragile. Too fragile. Wingless, but pleasing to the eye.
Damian took a deep breath. “And you are breaking the law.” The replied in a low voice. Green eyes darting around the surroundings, avoiding her gaze for a moment. It was his first time interacting with an earthling.
“I know we aren’t suppose to fraternise with each other, but…” Raven trailed off, hesitant to continue, they were from different worlds but if only she could get closer and speaks with him. Touch him. Damian returned her gaze finally. Emerald eyes. There was something melancholic about his eyes, something distant. Ghosting over her, enveloping her in something so foreign, she couldn’t comprehend.
Yes, we aren’t supposed to be doing this.” Damian said reflectively, but he Didn’t seem very convinced in his words. He was breaking the rules already, so why stop now? He stopped closer to the enchanting young woman. Her scent was overwhelmingly floral and her skin seemed to be as soft as a velvet rose petal.
Project for the fanzine. Future WIP. @chromium7sky @ravenfan1242 @andthendk @alerialblu
Sorry I’m not at my best lately but hopefully I’ll go back to writing
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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Amalthia and Kaleb navigated through the narrow corridors of the Zephyrite airship while trying to find the location of their honeymoon suite. Once they found the correct number, Kaleb inserted the key into the latch then promptly opened the door. To their pleasant surprise, they had found that all of their travel items had been delivered to them ahead of time. Amalthia found a tall bottle of wine encased in a silver chalice of ice then decided to pop the cork.
"Zero in on that alcohol. That's my Ama!" Kaleb said with a laugh as the pair embraced in a passionate kiss.
"Darn right!"
She looked him in his dark brown eyes and smiled. "Hey! Check out this view, it's breathtaking!"
Kaleb walked over to the open-air portal that was located next to their bed. Stretching before their eyes was a vast mountainous landscape that drifted below them some ten thousand feet.
"On the rocks?" Amalthia asked.
"Please."
She poured them each a glass of the dark cherry colored liquid until it almost filled the brim. Once filled, they toasted to their marriage and happiness. The next phase involved who could finish their glass the fastest.
"Well, we are at ten thousand feet, so you know what that means," Kaleb said with a devilish wink.
"Mr. Grimwald - are you having dirty thoughts already? Whatever shall I do?"
"Removing those cumbersome garments might be a good start, Mrs. Steelblade."
Amalthia put down her half-finished glass then leaped onto the bed and looked at her husband with her sultry eyes.
"I will require some assistance, kind sir." She rolled over then started purring as Kaleb began to slowly remove her clothes.
Once they were sans garments in bed, the pair began hours of passionate lovemaking. As her yowls of ecstasy became louder, a couple from the adjoining rooms began complaining of the noise.
"I believe the people around us are getting jealous. Don't you think, m'dear?"
"Just a bit. Let's see how long it will take before the staff comes beating on our door, telling us to quiet down," Amalthia said as she rode her husband hard.
Kaleb assumed the missionary position then began to thrust at full intensity, which caused the legs on the bed to lift off the floor then slam down at rapid intervals. It wasn't long before one of the staffers came knocking on the door telling them to tone it down.
Several hours after their love fest was over, the couple made their way down to the dining hall. The buffet was filled with a variety of foods from all over the region and Kaleb and Amalthia took no time in filling their plates to the max.
When they sat down at one of the tables, there was a human newlywed couple nearby which Amalthia could overhear complaining about some noisy neighbors. Feigning politeness, she waved to them and smiled.
"Nice to meet you," Kaleb waved to them and grinned.
The woman replied. "Nice to meet you too. Are you here on business or pleasure?"
"The latter. How about you?"
The woman's husband spoke up. "Newly married. You?"
"Same," Kaleb replied.
"Where's your wife?" The woman asked.
Kaleb and Amalthia looked at each other then shook their heads laughing. The human couple looked confused.
"She's sitting next to me," came Kaleb's wide-grinned reply.
The human newlyweds only looked at them in silence.
Amalthia held out her left hand flashing her diamond ring. "Nice hunk of pressed carbon, huh?"
"Uhh. Okaay," was the man's only reply.
"It's okay, love. Let's not be rude to people."
"Yeah. Rude people are awful," Kaleb said as he winked to his wife.
Taking the queue where this was going Amalthia smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. Rude people; especially the ones who can't seem to tone it down when they are going at it hard in the sack."
The newlywed husband and wife both nodded in agreement as the woman chimed in. "The nerve of some people, making an exhibition out of their bedroom acts."
"That is soo inconsiderate," Kaleb quipped with a contained chuckle.
Amalthia shook her head. "Awful. Simply awful! Engaging in hours of unbridled lovemaking on a honeymoon trip. Tell me, love - what is this world coming to?"
"Well, whoever it was, was certainly doing a lot of coming. Wouldn't you agree?"
Amalthia nodded with a closed-eyed smile. "Indeed. Such passion should be a crime."
Kaleb stood up, walked over then gave his wife a passionate kiss on the mouth. "Then I suppose I am guilty."
The newlywed couple had just about enough, as they stood up then walked out leaving behind the majority of their meal. Once they were gone, Kaleb and Amalthia gave each other a fist-pump and laughed.
"It took 'em long enough to catch on," Amalthia chuckled.
"Scratch two, bigots. You eyeing that pricey steak, dear?" Kaleb asked as he walked over to the vacated table to pick through the unfinished feast.
"Put so much a morsel in your mouth and I'll rip your tongue out," his wife said with a mocking smile.
"Fine. You have the undercooked chewy steak. I'll take the delectable seafood platter."
Kaleb began piling his plate full with the abandoned food then portioned out some to his wife. Within a few minutes, the couple had managed to enjoy two expensive meals for the price of one. As they were about to leave the dining hall, they suddenly heard a loud commotion off in the distance. Moments later, a woman came running through the door screaming to the top of her lungs.
"Pirates!"
Kaleb and Amalthia immediately looked at each other as they said in unison.
"Luggage!"
(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 33 is posted here.)
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