#HiddenWorld

[amax65]

Mysterious Bookstore, Fantasy Audiobook(Ep.1-20End)

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[hiddenworld100]

Top 10 Most Expensive Cars in the World

[bethroweart]

A moment of peace. I’m trying to branch out in my art lately. Tried with a bit more colour and a background today. I enjoyed testing out things on this one #animation #art #procreate #fantasymouse #fantasyforest #mousedrawing #drawingoftheday #animator #fantasydrawing #smallworld #hiddenworld #artistsoninstagram #digitalart #cartoon #illustration #cartoonist https://www.instagram.com/p/CqJa5eMqCa-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jo-from-saturn]

@uremboishere

[jrtstories]

Songs I think would work as background music or soundtrack to Rebel Kinetic, Chaos Lion, or TOWER, HERO, LIFE.

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Golden Key Shaina Tranquilino September 21, 2024

In the small, quiet town of Eldenford, nestled between misty hills and shadowed woods, stood the old stone church of St. Agnes. The townspeople spoke little of it, save to warn the children away. It was said to be the oldest building in the town, far older than any of the records could confirm. Its heavy wooden doors were always shut, and the gargoyles perched above seemed to watch the streets with their hollow, knowing eyes. Laurel was not like the other children. While most her age ran through the fields or played by the river, she found herself drawn to St. Agnes with a fascination she couldn’t explain. Every day after school, she would pause on the way home to gaze at the church’s weathered stones, her eyes tracing the intricate carvings that adorned the arched entrance.

One rainy afternoon, as she walked by the churchyard, a flicker of gold caught her eye. Buried half in the mud at the base of an ancient oak tree was a small key. Laurel knelt and picked it up. It was cold to the touch, heavier than it looked, and engraved with symbols she didn’t recognize. A sense of importance buzzed around it, as though it hummed with some forgotten power.

Her heart raced. Could this be the key to the church’s locked door? She had never seen anyone go in or out, and no one seemed to know where the key to St. Agnes was—or if there even was one.

That night, long after her parents had gone to bed, Laurel slipped out of the house with the golden key clutched tightly in her hand. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and gleaming under the pale moonlight. Her breath fogged in the cool night air as she made her way to the church. The ancient stones loomed before her, and the gargoyles seemed to tilt their heads ever so slightly as she approached.

With trembling hands, Laurel inserted the key into the door’s heavy lock. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a slow, creaking groan, the door swung inward, revealing the dark interior of the church.

Laurel stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick, not with dust as she had expected, but with something else—something old, something forgotten. She glanced around. The nave was dimly lit by the flickering remnants of long-burnt-out candles, but everything else seemed untouched by time. The pews stood in perfect rows, the altar gleamed faintly at the far end, and the stained glass windows glowed with muted colours in the moonlight.

But it wasn’t the sanctuary that drew Laurel forward. There was something more, something hidden. Her feet seemed to move on their own as she walked deeper into the church.

Behind the altar, in a shadowed alcove, was another door. It was small, barely noticeable, as if the stone walls themselves were trying to swallow it. It had no handle, no visible lock—except for a small, circular indentation near its center.

Without hesitation, Laurel pressed the golden key into the indentation. The door clicked softly and swung open, revealing a staircase that spiraled down into the earth.

Her pulse quickened, but curiosity overcame fear. She descended, the stone steps cold beneath her feet, the air growing thicker and warmer with each step. Faint sounds reached her ears—whispers, like a distant chant, though the words were unintelligible.

The stairs ended in a vast chamber, far below the church. Torches flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows across the floor, and in the centre of the room stood an ancient altar, surrounded by strange, twisting statues. They were not like the saints or angels Laurel had seen in pictures. These figures were distorted, their faces wild and terrifying, their bodies frozen in unnatural poses.

And yet, they seemed alive.

Laurel took a hesitant step forward. The air felt electric, as if the chamber itself was breathing. Before the altar lay a pool of black water, perfectly still, its surface like glass. Above it, suspended in the air, hung a golden thread—thin and delicate, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light.

The whispers grew louder. Laurel could almost understand them now—names, maybe, or prayers in a forgotten language. They beckoned her forward, urging her to touch the thread.

Her fingers hovered above it. As soon as she made contact, the room shifted. The statues’ eyes glowed with life, and the water in the pool began to ripple. Slowly, impossibly, figures began to rise from the water—shapes of gods long forgotten, their forms vast and incomprehensible.

They were not like the gods of the stories Laurel had heard. These were beings of shadow and light, of stone and flame, their faces both beautiful and terrible. She could feel their presence pressing down on her, ancient and powerful.

"Who calls us?" one of them spoke, its voice a rumble that seemed to shake the very foundation of the earth.

Laurel's mouth went dry, but she could not speak. The gods’ gaze fell upon her, their eyes burning with a hunger for recognition, for worship.

"You have the key," the voice continued. "You have unlocked what was meant to be forgotten."

The weight of their words crushed her. She wanted to flee, to escape back to the safety of the town above, but her legs would not move.

Another figure spoke, its voice softer, more insidious. "We are the gods before gods. The ones the world has turned away from. But you, child—you can bring us back."

The key in Laurel's hand pulsed with warmth, as if urging her to make a choice. The gods awaited her answer, their forms rippling with barely contained power.

Laurel took a breath, steadying herself. Her mind raced. She had found something wondrous, but it was also terrifying. Could she release these beings back into the world? Could she bear the consequences?

Slowly, she turned and ran.

The golden key fell from her hand, clattering to the floor as she fled up the stairs, through the door, and back into the cold night. Behind her, the church door slammed shut with a thunderous boom, sealing the hidden world once again.

Laurel never returned to St. Agnes. But every now and then, she could feel the pull of the golden key, the weight of what she had uncovered. The gods still lingered beneath the church, waiting for another to find them.

[hicham-58]

The Hidden Door - The Hidden Door (Part 2) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1366524809-the-hidden-door-part-2?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Hicham-68&wp_originator=menUmd7S6rdwr7DpffgjTcEcb27qZiB7wxS2rv1%2BGgzudQ9j9tDdygZDleT%2BxmMVs33eSzgS%2BQeKzQvUO0BLnW0ms3R5yBQ6I2oDlf5l%2BN%2FSJWFwR25gCcUCZb8PkN86 In the quaint town of Willowbrook, a group of friends stumble upon an ancient library and discover a hidden door that leads them into a clandestine world of mystery and extraordinary powers. As they delve deeper into this hidden society, they uncover the true extent of their abilities and face ... off against a malevolent sorcerer who seeks to exploit their powers for his nefarious purposes. Together, they must navigate ancient prophecies, unravel secrets of the past, and protect their town from the encroaching forces of darkness. Join Alex, Maya, Ethan, and Lily on an unforgettable adventure as they ... embrace their extraordinary destinies.

[alexf14r]

#ломо #smena #smena8m #смена8м #svema #свема #svemaln9 #свемалн9 #hiddenworld #скрытыймир #lightshadowphotography #светитень #streetporn #уличнаяфотография #sovcolor #совколор #svemacolor #цветнаясвема #bleachbypass #удержаниесеребра #135film #35mmcolorfilm #colorfilm #цветнаяпленка #streetporn #уличнаяфотография #phornography #lensculturestreet #alexeyfrolov #алексейфролов (at Санкт-Петербург) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1GEEoI-Gk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eric-sadahire]

The scariest thing we could discover is humans on another planet.

It's all fun and games until they send us a message saying, "stay quiet or they'll see you too." And we lose contact with them after.

[inherhouseshewaitsdreaming]

Alternate and Secret Histories 6 (Solo Writer’s Curriculum)

This is the sixth item for The Solo Writer's Curriculum - Module 19: Alternate and Secret Histories. The curriculum is an index of resources for learning to write grouped by topic. This module covers an area of worldbuilding - that of alternate and secret histories. What if a major point in history ended differently? What if a secret organisation has been hiding the fact that goblins are real? What are the challenges of building worlds for portal fantasies, hidden magic and worlds where history followed a different route.

Item 6 is Merphy Napier - Dear authors: other worlds

You can find the complete module in the Worldbuilding section of The Solo Writer’s Curriculum.

[monochhrome]

19 Surreal Caves You Won't Believe Actually Exist

Step into a realm of wonder and discover these 19 real-life surreal caves that will leave you in awe.

[hiddenworld100]

Rolls Royce boat tail $28 million luxury

[dumplingsriceandkorea]

19 Surreal Caves You Won't Believe Actually Exist

Step into a realm of wonder and discover these 19 real-life surreal caves that will leave you in awe.

[lumiidragon]

speaking of toothless and Dart how did that confrontation go about the whole hiddenworld and wanting to leave go?

She left with Sunglory and didn't return.

There were lots of hard feelings from both sides for a long time.

[ask-chaotic-creatures]

Tribe leaders, recently there’s been sightings of creatures from a long-lost tribe. Apparently, they seem to be immune to M’arrillian mind control. In fact, the M’arrillians seem to *fear* them. So far, the few chaotic players lucky enough to have encountered one are calling them ‘Hiddenworlders’.

What are your thoughts on them?

Theb-Sarr: If they're so powerful, why are they hidden?

Aszil: Are they looking for allies?

Maxxor: Tell me this tribe isn't out to rule Perim, too.

Chaor: They'd better stay away from UnderWorld City. Sounds like something Ulmar would want to see what they're made of, with a scalpel.