#Mesa Stone Cleaning

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Aftermath: Yellow Eyes

Gordon has trouble sleeping, even months after waking up in the hospital after the Black Mesa incident. Worse yet are the things he's been seeing since then.

CW: Drug mentions

Notes: A little over 2000 words, and another short Aftermath story, as a treat

Dyson Spheres.

Incredible, unfathomable structures built to harvest the energy of the stars; large rings of an intelligent being’s design, orbiting the star it imprisons. The rings each hold enough energy to power entire civilizations, those very civilizations being made up of things man currently doesn’t know, or will very well never understand. What remains out in the distant reaches of the universe remains a mystery, one that humanity may never even come close to grasping within its feeble minds and sense of what is reality. What even is reality? Is it something set in stone, the very pieces of it being placed together like a cosmic, fractured puzzle, with the full picture slowly being revealed? Is it something that fluctuates like the waves of the great seas, something that humanity can get so close to understanding, yet every time it goes the right path, the road ahead becomes twisted and deformed like tangled ropes, with humans having to begin the process of entanglement anew. 

The Dyson sphere appears so simple to the mind, the concept feeling like the natural next step in power production, yet at the very same time it feels so grandiose and impossible for it to be fully understood. What happens when something far greater than humanity has already found out the very concept of what reality is, bending it to its will and making the improbable and incomprehensible perfectly understandable to their greater minds? Would humanity fall to the greater power? Will they adapt to the new understanding of the universe, or will they perish like a rabbit ensnared in a hunters trap, doomed to thrash and attempt to free itself, only to realize it doesn’t have the strength nor the understanding to ever truly be free? Perhaps if we look at the stars long enough, they’ll finally meet our gaze; only then will we learn if our eyes will see the splendor of the cosmos or if they’ll burn like everything else.

Gordon stared at the messy drawings in his journal, depicting Dyson spheres and alien planets, ones that he could only imagine being out there, somewhere, in the infinity of space. His eyes stung from the cold air around him, with it being hard to remember if he’s even blinked once within the last few minutes. His glasses had slid down his nose, nearly falling off before he pushed them up with one of his thin, calloused and scarred hands. He was unsure of what time it was, or even how long he'd been awake, though the exhaustion creeping up on him, along with the headache he felt reverberating in his skull, were enough to deter him from wasting more time thinking too hard about too many things at once. He carefully shut the journal, shoving it into one of the drawers in the desk before standing up. His right shin ached, sending a sharp pain up his leg as soon as he placed his weight on it. He brushed the pain off, reaching for the wooden cane that was leaning against the side of the desk’s top.

When Gordon left the office, he glanced down the hallway he stood in, seeing the light from the lamp placed in the living room pouring through, barely reflecting off of his green eyes before he turned around, opening one of the doors of the hallway. He flicked on the bathroom light, being greeted to the mirror above the sink, with the sight of who was staring back at him from it making him let out a soft sigh. He first noticed how disheveled he looked; His hair was uncut and unclean, pulled back into a lazily done ponytail, and his beard was no longer a clean-cut goatee, but instead a messy, stubbly mess. He was still wearing the hand-me-down green sweater Eli had gifted him right when he got out of the hospital a couple months prior; God, had it already been that long? Despite the sheer mess his appearance was, his eyes were the worst part. They appeared darkened by the shadow under his brows, the bags under them telling how little sleep he’s gotten for him. The once bright, hopeful look in his eyes was now a hollow, dark glare. He examined the face of the man who he was surprised, yet disappointed, survived things that have made full armies fall, all before he shook off the feeling and opened the mirror, revealing the medicine cabinet behind it.

He pushed empty pill bottles to the side before grabbing a semi-transparent orange bottle with a white cap, one that had his name on it. He opened it, taking out the last two pills before swallowing them, all before slamming the bottle on the countertop beside the sink and closing the mirror. He looked down, not making eye contact with himself as he turned away, back into the dark hallway as the bathroom light was shut off behind him. When he limped into the living room, only barely using his cane to support his weight, he heard rustling coming from the kitchen nearby. He stared into the dark room, catching short glimpses of a green light coming from inside before he approached, flicking on the light to see if he could see what was there. He walked around one of the kitchen’s counters, hearing the rustling getting louder before he finally saw the culprit; A small bug-like creature biting and clawing at a pack of off-brand cookies. Gordon sighed, realizing it was nothing but his pet Snark, or Stanley as he called him. Gordon placed his cane against the wall, letting out his breath as he crouched down, his right leg nearly giving out as he did so, to pick up the dull red and black shell of the oversized bug, causing it to let out high-pitched squeaks as it was held up. Gordon stared at its one, giant glowing green eye before he held it against his chest with one hand, using the other to pick up the torn packaging of the plastic cookie container; no wonder the vet said that Stanley was slightly overweight.

Gordon tossed the container into the trashcan as he left the room, flicking the light off as he limped towards the living room couch and the lamp resting beside it. Stanley hopped out of Gordon’s grasp, landing on the couch cushions before Gordon sat down beside where it landed. He rested his hands on his jean clad legs, before reaching up and removing his glasses, rubbing his eyes with the other hand as if that would help ease the exhaustion. Stanley chirped and squeaked as it crawled around the couch, moving up and onto the back of it when Gordon turned his legs to lay across the entirety of the couch. He adjusted himself until he was mostly comfortable, using one of the cushions to support his head and sore leg, all before he lightly placed his glasses onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Stanley rolled off of the back of the couch, landing on Gordon’s stomach, making Gordon let out a breath and wincing slightly when he felt Stanley’s claws digging into his stomach, luckily not enough to leave any cuts. He lightly caressed the back of Stanley’s shell as it laid down on top of him, its eye closing before Gordon leaned back, reaching for the lamp’s pull-cord, and shutting it off.

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Gordon heard static before his eyes had even opened, the harsh sound ripping him out of deep sleep more effectively than any alarm clock ever has. When his eyes opened, he glanced towards the pale-blue light of the television near the front of the room, seeing it was tuned to a dead channel. Gordon was tempted to get up and shut it off, but his arms nor legs made any attempt to move from their spot on the couch. In fact, nothing could move aside from his eyes, with a wave of paralyzation hitting him at that moment. Gordon’s heart thumped in his chest as he tried not to panic, knowing it to just be a temporary paralysis that would leave him at any moment, though the longer it took, the further he delved into feeling trapped in his own body. As he desperately tried to move a single one of his limbs, he froze, eyes staring at something he could barely see through his blurred vision. Next to television stood a tall man, one that was barely visible through the darkness behind the bright light of the static. Gordon could make out the outline of its white dress shirt under its dark coat and tie, but Gordon’s eyes fixated on the two bright yellow eyes staring back at him in silence. The man didn’t move, feeling close to a bizarre statue one might find in a museum somewhere, feeling so lifelike yet so surreal and fake at the same time. 

Gordon was unsure whether the apparition was real or simply another hallucination, yet his body had already made its decision that it was a threat, trying desperately to get Gordon out of harm’s way, yet remaining unmoving aside from a few minor twitches. Gordon finally managed to free his arm, reaching for the pull cord before turning the light on, his head turning to face where the man was, only to find him gone, as if he was never there in the first place. The TV was off, with the static’s sound and light disappearing when the light returned to the room. His breathing heaved his chest, making him ache with every harsh breath he took. He sat up, eyes fixated on the place where the man once stood, almost as if he expected him to reappear the second he blinked. However, his attention was drawn away when he looked down, seeing Stanley prodding at his foot with one of its claws, its antennae twitching all the while. Gordon glanced back up, thankful when he saw nothing out of the ordinary before he leaned over and let Stanley crawl onto his hand, holding it up and placing it back onto the couch cushion beside him.

“Gordon?”

The sound of someone else's voice nearly made Gordon jump out of his own skin, his hand instinctively reaching for a gun holster he didn’t have around his waist. Gordon’s tension was relieved however when he saw who the voice belonged to: Barney. Barney was standing in the hallway, covered in a blank gray t-shirt and sweatpants, with his tired eyes staring back at Gordon, with an emotion that was unreadable. 

“What are you doing up so early,” Barney asked, “I thought you were the one to sleep in all the time.”

Gordon tried to think of an answer, feeling his throat become tight when he didn’t have one, at least not one he wished to share.

“Also…I thought I told you to keep that roach in its pen while you stay here.” Barney pointed at Stanley, who was in the process of crawling underneath the couch beside Gordon’s foot. 

Gordon looked around, not seeing where it had went before letting out a breath, messily using sign language to say; “Put him back later.”

“Why don’t you put him back now,” Barney said with a stern tone, “I don’t want to come back from work to see it raided the pantry again.”

Gordon looked to the side, deciding to not bring up the torn up cookie container at that moment. Gordon stood up, a wave of nausea hitting him at once as soon as he did, causing him to fall back onto the couch, sitting there until it started to wane again. Barney’s slightly annoyed gaze softened when he watched Gordon rub his eyes, tiredly reaching for his glasses to put them back on.

“...You look like hell.”

Gordon was aware of that sentiment already, making him not feel a need to respond.

“You sure you’re good to work with Doc today?” Barney questioned as Gordon tried again to stand up, this time succeeding in not collapsing. “You know, I can always ask him to give you a day off–”

“Fine.” Gordon signed. “I��m Fine.”

Barney stared back at Gordon before letting out a slight scoff. “I suppose I can’t really tell you what to do, huh.”

Gordon glared at him, not noticing, nor caring, how harsh the look appeared. It didn’t last long regardless however, as right after he began to look for Stanley to put him back in his pen, whistling to try and get its attention. Barney continued to stare at Gordon from the hallway, tired eyes only barely concealing his worry before he turned back towards his room to get ready for his job at the hospital. When Gordon heard the door close, he looked back at the hallway, brows slightly furrowed as he thought to himself. He didn’t expect Barney to understand exactly the things he had been experiencing since he woke up, and the very thought of telling him, risking the very friendship Gordon had been treasuring since he could remember, made him feel ill. Of course, the ill feeling could have also come from the tension he felt in his chest, but it didn’t matter regardless. Barney deserved better than to be dragged into another man’s mess, anyway.

Thus, by choice for once, Gordon remained silent.

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Albuquerque’s BLUE HERON Reveals Gnarly New Music Video “Dinosaur”

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

Get ready for gritty heavy rock from Albuquerque with a new album from BLUE HERON. Raspy, terrifying roars meet brooding, turbulent low end. "Dinosaur," the band's latest music video, comes midway through the new 9-tracker, 'Everything Fades' (2024), their second full-length, which is just about as down to earth as you could ask for.

"Dinosaur" begins ominously with a dank, questioning riff that leads into a mysterious cool-of-the-morning desert-stoner metal groove, with bittersweet bluesy touches throughout the song. Jadd Shickler's vocals are reminiscent of those epic early High on Fire tracks, somewhat cleaner than Matt Pike's singing approach but no less gravelly and fearsome. Meanwhile Mike Chavez on guitar and Steve Schmidlapp on bass rustle up a storm of gut splitting heft, driven by a fierce and determined rhythm from drummer Ricardo Sanchez.

Towards the 4 minute mark things get slow and doomy like the steady advance of pregnant rain clouds draping across the sky, perhaps an omen of whatever great and mysterious calamity befell the alpha predator's of planet earth's past (and a warning that we too may go the way of the dinosaurs).

Blue Heron's Everything Fades is rooted in the mood and verve of the High Desert. The band's sound on this record has a tangible feeling of mass, weight, and depth. It comes out on September 27th on Blues Funeral Recordings and can be pre-ordered on vinyl, compact disc, and digital formats right here. Stick it on a playlist with High on Fire, Egypt, Lamassu, Forming The Void, and Red Messa.

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Blue Heron expand on their unyielding desert sound with a new slab of propulsive, sun-scorched riff-heaviness. 'Everything Fades' (2024) finds the band reveling in low-tuned roil and amplifier hum, churning out swerving grooves as if the primordial spirit of the desert itself compels them.

Balanced between laid-back, meditative atmospherics and heavier, more aggressive lunges, Blue Heron’s cruising jams and gritty stoner romps call to mind echoes of Kyuss, Clutch and Monster Magnet, as well as modern contemporaries Valley of the Sun and Greenleaf.

Full of rhythmic intensity, sledgehammer riffing and vocals ranging from clean and moody to howling and raw, 'Everything Fades' covers a wide expanse of musical ground that shows how familiar influences can always be molded into inventive, exciting new forms.

Surrounded by endless horizons, Blue Heron formed in 2018 out of a compulsion to fill the vastness with massive volume, saturating their piece of desert with rolling, thunderous riffs, drums that pummel and swing, deep, thrumming tones and vocals that rip and roar.

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Blue Heron’s guitarist and singer were founding members of Spiritu, possibly Albuquerque, New Mexico's first desert rock band, whose brief burn in the early aughts included a Jack Endino-produced LP, a European tour with Clutch, Spiritual Beggars and Dozer, and a compilation appearance alongside Entombed and Mastodon.

Their debut LP "Ephemeral" arrived in May of 2022 via Kozmik Artifactz in Europe and Seeing Red Records in the USA. Substantial appreciation in the underground led to performances at Ripplefest Texas and Monolith on the Mesa and opening slots for The Well, Elder, Black Mountain, Ruby the Hatchet, Howling Giant, Heavy Temple and The Obsessed, along with a swath of positive reviews throughout the heavy media.

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Day 10 of No One Except @mr-orion Asked November (NoOneExOriAskNov).

I bid you welcome to the Land of the Sunrise, one of the four major continents of the World of Four Horizons! It is located near the Ocean of the First Horizon, from which the sun rises every morning. Just a sketch map for now, but I’ll clean it up later. My first map in a couple seasons, and it’s for my fanfic worldbuilding project…

Below the cut is all my lengthy worldbuilding nonsense.

Here is a list of the nations, their rulers, their biomes, and their general appearances, in alphabetical order, that call this continent home.

- Climbing Spires is located in the southern red desert, its buildings of sturdy metal and built into the sides of buttes and mesas. Cub Fan Voidstars, a half-vex exile, rules as Sovereign of the Red Rock Crown, over humans, vulture-folk, camel-folk, and thinking husks.

- Dragon’s Spine is located on the largest and only true mountain range of the continent, its buildings being mostly sturdy castles that fly purple banners. Commander X, an enigma in armor, rules as the first Wearer of the Dragon Crown in ten generations, over a sparse population of humans, goat-folk and free iceologers.

- The Drained Lands are the only unclaimed territory of the continent, so desolate and dangerous are they. It used to be the home of the nation of Geyser Heights, a place of fish-folk that once ruled the entirety of the Lapis Sea. The only known survivor of the Evaporation Disaster is XB, a wandering dolphin-folk messenger.

- Elsewhere is located in the western savanna, its buildings being a strange amalgamation of countless architectural styles. Joe Hills, a completely normal human, rules as the first and only occupant of the Other Throne, over seemingly every sort of people imaginable.

- Evergreen is located in the western hilly taiga, its buildings whimsical and elegant, from grand castles to tall bridges to quaint villages in dark wood and green. Gemini Taylor, a deer-like fae, rules as the Queen of the Crown of Needles, over fox-folk, wolf-folk, humans, and other cold-weather faeries.

- Great Acacia is located in the southern windswept savanna, its buildings sprawling, colorful, and almost all parts of massive temple complexes dedicated to the Acacia divinities. Pearl Moon, a llama-folk, rules from the High Priestess’ Throne of Histories, over other llama-folk, horse-folk, meerkat-folk, ostrich-folk, and humans.

- Iceberg Metropolis is located in the northernmost lake, a place cold enough to have its own icebergs, its buildings modern, pale, and sleek. Keralis is the current Mayor of the Blue Ice Crown, with another wolf-folk, Iskall, as his vice; the two administer a population of more wolf-folk, goat-folk, humans, and a few iceologers.

- The Labyrinth is located in the southern jungle, its buildings swooping, golden, and intricate. Impulse Esvee, a wild ocelot, rules as the Emperor of the Emerald throne over other ocelots, cat-folk, humans, panda-folk, and bat-folk.

- Livingstone is located in the western hills and forests, its buildings ruins of a long-lost nation retaken by nature. Bee Double Oh, an insectoid fae, rules from the Moss Throne as lord of horse-folk, fae, humans, and a few spider-folk.

- The Maw is located in the formidable ice spike biome north of the Lapis Sea, its subterranean buildings harsh, practical, and made of stone. A Doctor Mk-77, whose species is not known, leads this underground world with the Deepfang Crown on his head, alongside strange thinking zombies, skeletons, spider-folk, and humans.

- The Neverglades is located in the cold northern swamp, its buildings craggy and foreboding in black. Tango Tek, a third stray, a third blaze, and a third human, rules from the Basalt Throne over thinking drowned, skeletons, witches, humans, and a few hoglins that managed to stave off zombification.

- Permafrost Springs is located in the eastern snowy plains and half-frozen lake, its buildings stately and columned in white and blue. Cleo, a rather long unlived zombie, now sits on the Everfrost Throne, and rules great ranks of humans, thinking zombies, iceologers, and goat-folk.

- Sunset Coast is located along the edge and into the shallows of the south Lapis Sea, its buildings gilded and reaching for the sky in copper and browns. Grian Sunset, or Virida, depending on who you ask, is the parrot-folk Sitter of the Dusk Throne, the first ruler of this young nation of other parrot-folk, a few humans, and a couple panda-folk from across the sea.

- The Tangle is located in the southern mangrove swamp, what few buildings it has being converted fragments of giant, ancient machines. Ren Dog, a name taken in pride and in shame, is the first and only Lord of the Vine Crown, commanding a small population of wolf-folk, drowned, and humans that are willing to follow such an exile.

- Technicolor City is located in the eastern plains and forests, its sprawling buildings painted in bright colors and standing in cheery ranks. Scar Timely Good, half vex and half elf, wears the hat-like Crown of Colors, and happily rules a motley population of humans and animal-folk of all kinds.

- Umbra is located in the central dark roofed forest, its hidden buildings polished and strangely lifelike in the shadows of the trees. False Symmetry, an unknown sort of dark fae, sits on the Darkwood Throne, and rules odd humans, fox-folk, bat-folk, and fae.

There are three other major continents, one for each cardinal direction. In the west, there is the Land of the Sunset, where the Empires rule the land. In the north, the Land of the Equinox, and in the south, the Land of the Solstice, are… nonexistent. For now.

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A story.

Hey, folks... I am a writer in my spare time, and I thought I might share something with you. I specialize in reimagining comfortable places into darker places- today I have for you a work-in-progress short horror story named The House With Red Windows, based on the video game Minecraft, taking inspiration from a number of legendary sources. 

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The adventurer spurred his horse over the hill, surveying his surroundings in the dimming light of the setting sun. Straight ahead of him, he saw the shapes of a village in the distance, though something was off. At this hour, from this distance, he should be able to see, if not hear the villagers hurrying home from work or shopping, but there was nothing…and it was dark, too. Not one house glowed, save for one, on the western edge of the town. It was much larger than anything he’d ever seen built by a villager, and stood out even more through the materials used. Dark stone hewed from the deepest caverns, and an almost black oak wood. By far its strangest aspect was the windows; they were a deep red color, almost like blood. 

Checking his satchel, the adventurer discovered he was quite low on supplies, his stash of bread and dried beef almost gone. And he could see that while the homes were lacking in occupants, the fields and animal pens were well kept and quite full, so he gave the reins a flick and trotted down the rise towards the ornate manor. “Perhaps,” he thought. “The owner will be willing to trade.” As an adventurer, he kept a pair of donkeys, both holding a pair of chests for storage. In these chests, he kept the spoils of his travels, from the waterlogged gold and iron of sunken ships, to the glittering jewels and magic books pulled from temples buried in the sand. 

The manor loomed high above him as he tied his horse to the fence of one of the animal pens, and turned to approach its imposing, ironbound doors. Up the small set of stairs he went, onto the porch. The doors were set into an archway, with a raised section, like a coat of arms, which was carved with an image he recognized. However, this was hardly the place he would have expected to find it. The carving was of a three headed, skeletal beast, and up till now, he’d only seen it carved into the walls of surface caves in the western mesas. The going theory amongst scholars was that it was a depiction of an ancient god of death.

Swallowing his apprehension, he grasped the door knocker, an iron ring set in a skull carved from some dull, almost crystalline stone. Once, twice, thrice he knocked, listening to the sound of it echoing on the other side of the door. With a great groan, the doors opened, unleashing a gust of musty air. There in the dusty, reddish haze beyond the arch stood a gaunt figure, well dressed. He was pale, and spoke with a rasp like a dead man.

“May I help you, traveler?” he asked, removing a lit cigar from his mouth using the hand unoccupied by a china teacup. 

“Aye, I think ya can, my lord. See, I’m runnin low on supplies, and I saw yer pens and fields were bountiful, thought we might be able to reach somethin of an agreement.”

The old man sipped his tea before responding. “What sort of agreement would that be, lad?” 

“Well, I’m an adventurer, and me bags hold all manner of artifacts and treasures- gems and gold and the like. I can certainly pay ya handsomely, sir.”

Now the man chuckled, taking a drag off his cigar. “Look around you, man! I hardly have need of dusty trinkets and badly cut gems! However, I am getting rather old, and the house is overdue for maintenance and a bit of cleaning. Stay here, perhaps a week, and help an old man out, and I shall see you off with your victuals.”

After contemplating his offer, the adventurer nodded, sticking his hand out to shake on it,  though the old man did not accept. Instead he turned around sharply on his heel, wordlessly showing him to his room before making it clear he should stay put.  He returned shortly carrying a map and a sheet of instructions, which he left before disappearing into the maze of black and scarlet misted halls. 

  The instructions were written in a heavy, gothic, and confusing hand, the embellishment on the letters making them blur together in the dim light of the lantern. In an effort to shed more light on the paper, the adventurer took the lantern down and used the candle within to light the others in the room’s wall sconces, before returning it to the lantern, which he placed on the desk. Not seconds later, however, a chilled wind blew through the room extinguishing the sconces. But, having moved the lantern, he found he didn’t need them, and put the nagging question of where the breeze came from to the back of his mind. He then began to read what his mysterious employer had given him.

Firstly, I have been hearing animalistic sounds issuing from the attic. You will need to clean it and dispose of any and all vermin and their nests, as well as bring everything downstairs to the parlor (see map) so that I may go through and decide what, if anything, is worth keeping. Secondly, I shall require you to lay mouse traps throughout the house, as they’ve been eating my bread. Third and finally, I need you to harvest and replant the fields and cull the herd- you can find tools in the caretaker’s hut. 

The adventurer sighed as he puzzled his way through the old man’s writing, turning to look out the window at the darkened village below as he finished. It nagged at him, the thought rooted in the back of his brain. “Just where did they all go…?” He shrugged it off and crawled into the creaking bed, falling into a fitful sleep, plagued by visions of a fiery hellscape and lakes of magma, sobbing tentacled beasts flying through red mists as pillars of living fire and charred skeletons taller than any human patrolled a bloodstained fortress. He saw a star, too, a star of white and gold and purple that cracked open and split the heavens with a blindingly radiant beam of light- and then machines, machines of industry and war, a city of glass and steel. Visions of a society long vanished, torn asunder by hubris and greed. Visions of a black shadow in the sky that shrieked as the damned did, and rained destruction down on the city beneath. Until at last the rooster crowed, and he shot up sweating, shivering in shock and fear.

       Moving from the bed with speed he didn’t know he had, he threw open the window and took greedy gulps of fresh air, shuddering as his mind replayed the already fading nightmares. He shook his head, and changed into a set of plain working clothes from his satchel, heading downstairs. He found the old man at a table in the mansion’s unusually small kitchen, who gestured silently at the other chair. Breakfast was a simple affair, consisting of sausage, eggs, and coffee. In an attempt to break the silence, the adventurer spoke. 

        “I thought I’d get your fields harvested today, sir. Anywhere in, ah, particular you’d like me to store the wheat?”

However, the old man once again declined conversation. Instead he simply stabbed a gnarled finger at the window to the right- through it the adventurer could see a barn, hidden behind the mansion’s bulk.  

        “Oh, well, alright then. Suppose I’ll see you at dinner then, sir.” 

        The only acknowledgement he received came in the form of the old man slowly looking up from his food…something was wrong. The adventurer scrambled to his feet, back pressed against the cabinets because the old man had no color to his eyes…just empty white ovals. The adventurer blinked rapidly, heart hammering in his chest. And then his eyes were normal, the irises an icy blue. Shaking his head in disbelief, the adventurer gathered his dishes and placed them in the washbasin, hurrying into the warm light of the morning sun, and out of that strange mansion. Shuddering, he made his way to the hut mentioned in the old man’s letter, where he found a rusty scythe and a wheelbarrow in which to haul the wheat. One by one he harvested the fields, and the sun rose higher and higher. On and on he toiled, and then, in the light of the setting sun- thunk! The wheelbarrow hit something buried in the dirt. It was a rod, a handle of sorts, rusted with age and the rain of a score of springs. Grasping the decaying leather grip, he heaved upwards, yanking loose the object- a longsword, as it turns out, blade long rusted over. 

Chills ran up and down his spine on icy feet,  as the color drained from his surroundings. Suddenly he stood not in the fields of that accursed mansion, but in the streets of that once-bustling village as carts raced by him, men and women barking assorted wares, from glowing yellow dust to simple loaves of bread. The mansion still rose above it all, but it seemed less threatening now, less a looming monument to greed and death. He watched a young woman run up the steps, knocking on the door.

 As it opened, her voice carried over the general din of the village. She was with child, she said, begging for a bed to sleep in, to be let in away from the beasts that stalked the plains at night. The man standing at the door was younger, and seemed kinder than the man he knew, and yet…the woman’s begging was answered by a flash of steel, a painful shriek, and a spray of red. The woman slumped over the steps, gone limp like a puppet with broken strings. The man silhouetted in the manor’s arched doorway wiped his blade and stepped back, the doors slamming shut with an echoing, booming finality. 

The adventurer came to on the ground, sitting bolt upright as his mind raced, a part of him wanting to race inside, collect his things, and run for the hills, food be damned. This land was cursed, the mansion was tainted, and only the gods knew what thoughts ran wild behind the old man’s eyes. But he thought not. He wouldn’t make it very far without food, and he felt a kind of responsibility, as though the gods had brought him here to cast out whatever evil lurked in that godforsaken house. And thus he forced himself to his feet, collected the wheelbarrow full of wheat, and headed towards the barn, where he stored it all. 

He avoided the old man that night, nicking a bit of bread and cheese from the kitchen on his way to his room. He ate in silence, mulling over what he had learned. Carvings of an ancient god, visions of destruction and senseless murder, blank white eyes…how did it all fit together? The blank white eyes called to mind an old urban legend his father had passed down to him one night, of a figure that stalked the woods. The thing wore simple clothing, looked like any Tom, Joe, or Stan off the street, save its eyes. Glowing white orbs that seemed to cut to his very soul- or so his father said. 

But then he remembered something. His father had said that the trees where this thing made its home were dead, leafless. Narrow spires of wood that stabbed at the sky, bare of green and branches. And hadn’t the forest he’d passed through to get to these plains looked odd? Troubled by spiraling thoughts, he unsheathed his blade, took a whetstone from his satchel and took to sharpening it. He didn’t feel like sleeping, not with such dark thoughts on his mind. Morning seemed to come too quickly, 10-12 hours passing in what seemed like minutes. 

The crowing of the rooster startled him from his grim reverie, and he gathered his thoughts before hastening up the stairs and through the maze-like halls to the attic trapdoor. It was a dim, dusty place beneath the twisting gables of the mansion’s roof. There was junk from every place and era conceivable, trunks, crates, boxes…all piled up haphazardly, coated in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. One by one he took them down the steep ladder and down through the gloomy corridors, depositing them in the parlor, an overcrowded room that reeked of cigar smoke and musty books. As he worked, he became aware of a sound that slowly burrowed into his brain, making his head ache with a dull throb and drove him half mad- a constant and unsynchronized ticking, like standing in a roomful of clocks. 

It happened just as he moved a heavy wooden captain’s chest, ironbound and stained with the sea. The junk fell outwards, a box of clocks tumbling open across the floor. They all began to chime at once, and it threw him off balance with how much he’d been trying not to hear the ticking. He jumped back, tripped over the chest, and tumbled into another pile of junk. It fell all around him, and a human skull into his lap, staring up at him with its empty eyes and grinning its death rictus. He shot upwards like a bullet from a gun, and turned around, nearly running out of the attic when he saw what was behind him, for his tumble and the following avalanche had disturbed a long, narrow chest, inside of which lay the now jumbled bones of some poor young woman, judging by the dress she wore. In one bony hand, she clutched a small leatherbound book, likely a journal. Eventually his heartbeat slowed, and he reached for the journal. The fright had come less from the bones themselves, but from the disorientation he had experienced when the clocks fell and went off- and who expects to find bones in a box in the attic anyway?           

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Sun beamed through the window, rousing Scarlett from her restless sleep. Normally, it would be quite rare for a Chira to be awake during the day, but any semblance of a proper sleep schedule Scarlett may have once held was all but a fading memory to her. She looked down the hall to her Mother's vacant room, neither of them knew the last time they sat down around the dinner table or even saw each other at all. They were ghosts in the other's life, with the only indicators of their existence being found in items that were shuffled around.

Scarlett grabbed her mask and hastily put it on to hide her true emotions. Was it to hide from other people, or to hide from herself? Either way, it did its job as intended from the day she carved it by hand. It was completely featureless, with the only exceptions being two holes for eyes and a large painted faux smile.

She reached for her dresser digging through the brand-new clothes until she found what she was looking for: a hand-axe she made herself from wood and the sharpest stone she could find. Its edge was stained in blood that she didn't care to clean off. It was better if people feared her.

Scarlett smirked when she locked the room to her apartment; What was the point of locking the door? There was nothing valuable inside. The only thing was possibly the stale air that smelled faintly of mold, but she wouldn't bet on it.

The stairs creaked heavily as she walked down. The wallpaper was starting to fall off the walls, revealing the greyed plaster that once held it in place. The only thing of note was the broken elevator shaft that ran through the middle of the stairs. It was unfair to call it inoperable, as it still moved, though it would take days for it to reach one floor from another. Sometimes she would lift the out-of-order sign and push the button on the top and bottom floors, just to watch it each day as it struggled to move. There was almost a shared connection between Scarlett and the Elevator, both it and her silently acknowledging the shared pain between them. She never admitted it aloud; In fact, she hardly spoke at all, not even to herself.

It was bright and sunny, with barely a cloud in sight when Scarlett found herself once again nestled in her part of the woods. It was her least favorite type of weather, she preferred the week-long fogs that rolled through the town from within the forest.

A Ravarki tumbled through the bushes, gracefully crashing in front of Scarlett's feet. She recognized him from school, though he looked much older now than he did four years ago. Several of the leaves fell off as Scarlett slammed him by the throat into a nearby tree, sending a heavy thud out into the woods.

"What the hell do you want?"

Mesa gasped for air as he desperately tried to claw his way out of Scarlett's grasp, ending in no avail.

"Do you remember what happened four years ago?" Scarlett reached for her axe as it sat upon her hip, "Back in the middle of recess?" She slowly lifted the blade up to Mesa's head, letting him get a good look at its blood-stained edge, "I'm not opposed to doing it again. It's about time I gave my axe a new coat of blood."

Scarlett launched the axe down at Mesa, only to be stopped by the sound of a tree snapping and falling over. Her eyes darted across the trees until she found the source of the sound: A large headless beast covered in pale scales. It moved flawlessly, despite the fact that several of its legs and tail were completely severed, leaving gaps in its body that could be seen straight through. Scarlett shifted herself to face it, while still keeping Mesa pinned against the tree.

The beast immediately launched forward, weaving through the thicket with ease to reach them. Mesa squirmed in Scarlett's grasp, desperately trying to free himself before it was too late. Scarlett on the other hand, continued to stare it down, accepting her incoming death. The ground rattled with each one of its heavy footsteps until it finally reached Scarlett and Mesa, disappearing into a cloud of mist before it could tackle Scarlett to the ground.

A small figure appeared within the mist, a Kobold with horns like the branches of the trees around them and six eyes, each one peering at Scarlett's mask. Both Scarlett and Mesa were too stunned by the sudden transformation to notice the Kobold using its magic to lift the mask right off Scarlett's face. It was only after it disappeared into the trees did they realize what had happened.

"What. The. Hell." Scarlett seethed as she clutched her face to hide it from Mesa, "My mask." She slammed her axe into the wood just beside Mesa's head, sending splinters flying into the air, "YOU. You're coming with me to get my mask back." She pulled her axe out of the wood before tossing Mesa into the dirt. "Let’s go." She planted herself in front, making sure Mesa couldn't see the emotions plastered on her face. "And no talking. I'm still not opposed to splitting your skull open."

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What Should I Expect During a Pedicure Mesa AZ ?

Getting a pedicure is not only a great way to pamper yourself but also a crucial step in maintaining healthy feet. If you’re considering a Pedicure Mesa AZ, you might be curious about what the process entails and how it can benefit you. In this post, we’ll walk you through the typical steps of a pedicure and what you can expect during your appointment.

1. Warm Welcome and Relaxation

When you visit a professional salon for a Pedicure Mesa AZ , the experience starts with a warm greeting. You'll be shown to a comfortable chair where you can relax. Many salons offer luxurious massage chairs to make your visit even more enjoyable. The setting is designed to provide you with a calming experience from the moment you arrive.

2. Soaking Your Feet

The first step in a pedicure is soaking your feet in warm, scented water. This softens your skin and nails, making it easier to remove any dead skin or calluses. At Palace Nail Lounge, a premium salon for Pedicure Mesa AZ , the foot soak often includes essential oils or bath salts for a relaxing and revitalizing experience.

3. Nail Trimming and Shaping

After soaking, your nail technician will trim and shape your toenails. They’ll also clean underneath the nails and gently push back the cuticles. This step is essential to prevent ingrown toenails and keep your feet looking neat.

4. Exfoliation and Callus Removal

One of the most satisfying parts of a Pedicure Mesa AZ is exfoliation. The technician will scrub away dead skin cells, focusing on the heels and soles of your feet. A pumice stone or foot file is usually used to smooth rough areas, leaving your feet feeling soft and refreshed.

5. Moisturizing Massage

Next comes the foot and leg massage, often using a hydrating lotion or oil. This step not only moisturizes your skin but also promotes circulation. Many customers say this is the most relaxing part of a pedicure, and it’s what makes getting a Pedicure Mesa AZ a truly rejuvenating experience.

6. Polishing

Once your feet are scrubbed and moisturized, it’s time for the finishing touch—nail polish. You can choose from a wide variety of colors or opt for a clear coat if you prefer a natural look. At Palace Nail Lounge, the technicians take great care to apply the polish evenly for a long-lasting finish.

Conclusion: Enjoy the Perfect Pedicure Experience at Palace Nail Lounge

Whether you’re treating yourself or getting ready for a special occasion, a Pedicure Mesa AZ offers both beauty and wellness benefits. From the moment you sit down to the final polish, the experience is designed to make you feel relaxed and refreshed. At Palace Nail Lounge, we go the extra mile to ensure that every client leaves feeling pampered and satisfied. Book your appointment today and discover why we’re one of the top choices for pedicures in Mesa, AZ!

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Modernizing Mid-Century Homes in Scottsdale: Kitchen and Bathroom Updates 

Scottsdale, known for its stunning desert landscapes and rich architectural history, is home to many mid-century modern homes. These properties, with their iconic clean lines, open spaces, and integration with nature, are highly sought after. Updating the kitchens and bathrooms of these homes to meet contemporary needs while preserving their original charm can be a delicate balance. Here's how to modernize mid-century homes with stylish and functional kitchen and bathroom design in Scottsdale and Phoenix, AZ.

Embracing the Mid-Century Aesthetic

Before diving into specific updates, it's essential to understand and embrace the mid-century modern aesthetic. Characterized by simplicity, functionality, and a seamless blend of indoor and outdoor spaces, this style often features:

Clean lines and geometric shapes

Natural materials like wood and stone

Large windows and open floor plans

Minimalist yet functional designs

When updating the kitchen and bathroom or home remodeling in Phoenix and Mesa, AZ, these elements should guide one's design choices. 

Kitchen Updates: Balancing Style and Function

Open-Concept Layout

Mid-century homes often feature open floor plans, which can be enhanced by removing non-load-bearing walls to create a more spacious and connected kitchen area. This not only makes the space feel larger but also encourages social interaction.

Natural Materials

Integrating natural materials such as wood, stone, and quartz can maintain the home's original charm. Opt for wooden cabinetry with sleek, flat fronts and consider using quartz countertops for a durable, modern touch. Open shelving with natural wood can add to the aesthetic while providing functional storage.

Modern Appliances

While mid-century homes are all about vintage charm, incorporating modern, energy-efficient appliances is crucial. Stainless steel appliances with clean lines can blend seamlessly with the design. Built-in appliances can also help maintain the kitchen's minimalist look.

Lighting

Proper lighting is essential in modernizing any kitchen. Incorporate a mix of ambient, task, and accent lighting to highlight key areas. Pendant lights with geometric shapes or sleek lines can add a contemporary touch while maintaining the mid-century vibe.

Bathroom Updates: Combining Luxury and Practicality

Sleek Fixtures

Replace outdated fixtures with sleek, modern ones. Opt for chrome or matte black finishes to give the bathroom a fresh, contemporary look. Consider wall-mounted faucets and minimalist hardware to enhance the mid-century aesthetic.

Natural Stone and Tiles

Incorporate natural stone or ceramic tiles for flooring and walls. Hexagonal or subway tiles in neutral tones can add a timeless appeal. A statement tile wall in the shower area can be a focal point without overwhelming the space.

Freestanding Bathtub

A freestanding bathtub can serve as a luxurious centerpiece in one’s bathroom. Choose a design with clean lines that complement the mid-century style. Pair it with a modern floor-mounted faucet to complete the look.

Integrated Storage Solutions

Mid-century design values practicality, so integrated storage solutions are a must. Floating vanities with built-in storage can provide ample space without cluttering the bathroom. Open shelving with natural wood accents can also add both functionality and style.

Large Windows and Natural Light

If privacy allows, consider enlarging windows to let in more natural light. Skylights can also be an excellent addition, making the bathroom feel more open and connected to nature.

Modernizing mid-century homes in Scottsdale involves a careful balance between preserving the original charm and incorporating contemporary functionality. By focusing on clean lines, natural materials, and modern fixtures, one can update the kitchen and bathroom to meet today's standards while honoring the timeless mid-century aesthetic. Whether through open-concept layouts, sleek appliances, or natural stone finishes, these updates can transform one's home into a stylish and functional space that reflects its history and modern living needs. 

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The Ultimate Guide to Purchasing Platinum Jewelry

When it comes to buying platinum jewelry, shoppers in California are spoiled for choice. From the glitzy boutiques of Beverly Hills to the trendy shops in San Francisco, there’s a dazzling array of platinum pieces available. However, purchasing platinum jewelry is a significant investment that requires careful consideration. Here are some expert tips to ensure you make an informed and satisfying purchase.

1. Understand the Value of Platinum

Platinum is one of the most precious metals, prized for its rarity, durability, and natural white luster. Unlike white gold, which requires rhodium plating to maintain its color, platinum retains its silvery sheen over time. Its hypoallergenic properties make it an excellent choice for those with sensitive skin. Recognizing these attributes helps in appreciating the intrinsic value of platinum jewelry and justifies its higher price point.

2. Know the Purity Standards

Platinum jewelry is usually marked with purity stamps, indicating the percentage of pure platinum contained. Common marks include 950 or 900, which means the piece contains 95% or 90% platinum, respectively. Higher purity levels generally translate to better quality and greater value. Always check for these stamps to ensure you are getting genuine platinum.

3. Choose Reputable Jewelers

In California, the reputation of the jeweler is paramount. Established stores like Tiffany & Co. in Beverly Hills, Shreve & Co. in San Francisco, and De Beers in Costa Mesa are known for their exceptional quality and service. These jewelers adhere to strict standards and offer guarantees on their products. Additionally, consider jewelers who are members of professional organizations such as the Jewelers of America or the American Gem Society, which uphold ethical business practices.

4. Evaluate Craftsmanship

The craftsmanship of platinum jewelry is crucial to its overall appearance and longevity. Inspect the piece closely for any signs of poor workmanship, such as rough edges, uneven settings, or loose stones. Quality platinum jewelry should have a smooth finish and securely set gemstones. Don’t hesitate to ask the jeweler about the design and manufacturing process to understand the level of skill involved.

5. Consider the Design and Style

Platinum’s versatility allows for a wide range of designs, from classic to contemporary. When selecting a piece, consider your personal style and how the jewelry will complement your wardrobe. In California, where fashion trends can be quite dynamic, timeless designs often offer the best value and wearability. Whether it’s a simple platinum band or an intricate diamond-studded necklace, choose a design that resonates with your taste and lifestyle.

6. Inquire About After-Sales Services

Reputable jewelers typically offer a range of after-sales services, including cleaning, resizing, and repairs. These services are essential for maintaining the beauty and integrity of your platinum jewelry over time. Ask about warranty details and whether the store provides lifetime maintenance. Knowing that your investment is protected can provide peace of mind.

7. Compare Prices and Shop Around

While platinum is generally more expensive than other metals, prices can vary significantly between jewelers. Take the time to compare prices and explore different stores across California. Don’t rush your decision; instead, gather information and make a well-informed choice. Online reviews and recommendations can also be helpful in identifying reputable jewelers and avoiding potential pitfalls.

8. Consider Ethical and Sustainable Practices

Many California consumers are increasingly concerned about the ethical and environmental impact of their purchases. Look for jewelers who source their platinum responsibly and are committed to sustainable practices. Certifications such as Fairtrade and Responsible Jewellery Council (RJC) membership can indicate a jeweler’s commitment to ethical standards.

Conclusion

Buying platinum jewelry is a significant and rewarding investment. By understanding the value of platinum, choosing reputable jewelers, evaluating craftsmanship, considering design, and inquiring about after-sales services, you can make a purchase that you will cherish for years to come. jewelry stores in california offers a wealth of options for platinum jewelry, so take your time, shop around, and enjoy the process of finding that perfect piece.

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Stylish Hexagon Diamond Rings for the Unconventional Bride

More and more brides are moving away from popular engagement rings in Costa Mesa and towards alternative cuts and unique gemstones. One such cut is a hexagon cut that reflects your style and personality preferences.

Hexagon rings are rare and distinctive and offer you a ton of room to custom-design your ring yourself. This style is ideal for brides who are searching for a fresh vintage aesthetic with a classic twist.

Reasons to love hexagon diamonds

One of the biggest reasons why a lot of brides tend to prefer hexagon engagement rings in Irvine is that they offer a unique feel. While this stone shape is rare, being versatile, it perfectly pairs with a range of cuts, settings, and styles to meet your needs.

Hexagon rings bring a lot of light into the center of your diamond offering you a ton of shine and shimmer. These stones pair beautifully with a two-stone, cluster, or a solitaire setting as it brings out the beauty of the diamond.

Just keep in mind that if not cared for properly, the edges of your stone could dull over time. Hexagon rings can also snag on clothing and other soft surfaces owing to their defined edges and so you need to ensure that you pick a durable setting like a prong, solitaire, or bezel that can secure the diamond.

Some jewelers will place a round or oval-cut custom jewelry in Irvine into a geometric setting to make it look hexagonal. You can even add smaller side white diamonds for added shimmer.

Always make sure you choose a high-grade and excellent cut for your gemstone. Ensure that it has next to no flaws and small imperfections so that it can shine brightly.

If a diamond isn’t your style, you can choose another gemstone like a sapphire, morganite, ruby, or emerald. Just make sure that it’s durable and tough enough to weather daily wear and tear.

The Takeaway

You can take your ring to a professional to clean, repair, and maintain it so that it looks new and shiny for years to come. Your jeweler will polish your metal band, tighten your setting, and buff your gemstone so that it’s in good condition. If cared for properly and looked after, you can even pass down your hexagon diamond as an heirloom piece to future generations for years to come.

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Emergency Water Removal - Total Restoration of Costa Mesa: Your Trusted Partner in Disaster Recovery

When disaster strikes, the aftermath can be overwhelming. Whether it's a burst pipe, a flood, mold infestation, or fire damage, the consequences can be devastating. That's where Total Restoration of Costa Mesa steps in, providing top-notch services for emergency water removal, Emergency Water Removal - Total Restoration of Costa Mesa flood damage repair, mold remediation, and fire damage restoration.

The Importance of Swift Action in Emergency Water Removal

Understanding the Urgency (H2)

Water damage doesn't wait for anyone. From the moment it occurs, it starts wreaking havoc on your property. Swift action is crucial, and that's where our team at Total Restoration of Costa Mesa excels.

Immediate Response: Our 24/7 emergency response team ensures that we're at your doorstep within minutes.

Assessment and Planning: We start with a thorough assessment to create a customized plan tailored to your specific situation.

State-of-the-Art Equipment: Utilizing the latest technology, we efficiently remove water and mitigate further damage.

Comprehensive Services Offered (H2)

At Total Restoration of Costa Mesa, we pride ourselves on being a licensed water damage restoration company offering a wide array of services.

Flood Damage Repair (H3)

When floods strike, they leave behind a trail of destruction. Our experts are equipped to handle everything from minor leaks to major floods.

Rapid Water Extraction: Our advanced equipment ensures quick water removal to prevent further structural damage.

Drying and Dehumidification: Thorough drying is crucial to prevent mold growth, and we leave no stone unturned.

Mold Remediation Experts (H3)

Mold can be a silent but dangerous intruder. Our mold remediation services are designed to eliminate mold at its source.

Detailed Inspection: Identifying the root cause and extent of mold growth is the first step to effective remediation.

Safe and Efficient Removal: We use industry-approved methods to safely eliminate mold, ensuring a healthy indoor environment.

Fire Damage Restoration (H3)

When fire strikes, the road to recovery can be challenging. Total Restoration of Costa Mesa is here to guide you through the restoration process.

Damage Assessment: We assess the extent of fire and smoke damage to create a comprehensive restoration plan.

Smoke and Soot Removal: Our team specializes in thorough cleaning to eliminate the lingering effects of smoke and soot.

Beyond Water Damage: Total Restoration of Costa Mesa's Additional Services (H2)

In addition to our core services, we offer a range of solutions to ensure a complete restoration process.

Water Damage Mitigation Services (H3)

Preventing further damage is a key aspect of our services. We go beyond water removal to mitigate the impact on your property.

Structural Repairs: Our experts handle structural repairs to restore your property to its pre-damage condition.

Content Packing and Cleaning: We carefully pack and clean your belongings, ensuring nothing is overlooked in the restoration process.

The Total Restoration of Costa Mesa Difference (H2)

Choosing the right restoration company can make all the difference in the recovery process. Here's why we stand out:

Licensed Professionals: Our team consists of licensed and certified professionals with extensive experience.

Advanced Technology: We leverage cutting-edge technology to provide efficient and effective restoration services.

Compassionate Customer Service: We understand the emotional toll disasters take. Our team is not just about restoring properties but also about supporting people through challenging times.

Conclusion: Your Partner in Restoration (H2)

In times of crisis, having a reliable partner for emergency water removal and restoration is crucial. Total Restoration of Costa Mesa is committed to being that partner, offering comprehensive services backed by expertise and compassion. When disaster strikes, trust us to bring your property back to life.

Choose Total Restoration of Costa Mesa for unparalleled emergency water removal and restoration services. We're here to restore not just your property but also your peace of mind.

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Excercício IV - Encontro no Caffe du Port

O Caffe du Port era tão antigo quanto as pedras do cais, mas a família que estava à frente dele, desde a sua inauguração há quase 200 anos, preservava o lugar, que estava sempre limpo e aconchegante, como qual no dia de sua abertura. Essas mesas e paredes iluminadas pelas cores douradas do entardecer, iriam hoje, ouvir muito mais do que apenas as teimosas ondas do mar.

Pela porta lateral do café, aquela que dava para o beco, atrás da rua dos barcos, entrou confiante, porém meio que dançando - era o jeito peculiar dele andar - o quase famoso cantor de Fado, Carlos Oliveira, seus olhos astutos varreram a sala, ele olhou por alguns segundos cada pessoa ali, a garçonete, o menino que fazia a Soda, os muitos turistas que vinham pela fama que o local adquirira por ser "instagramável", até que repousaram sobre uma senhora, esguia e elegante que parecia se esconder no único canto onde o dourado do sol não encontrasse.

A mulher sorriu com desprezo, olhou no relógio e exclamou:

- O que aconteceu que chegou cedo? Bom cedo não, mas no horário exato, você sempre se atrasa.

Carlos chegou até a mesa onde ela estava, por ser mais afastada dava maior privacidade a eles:

- Digamos as coisas deram certo dessa vez, mais certo do que eu esperava.

- Então quer dizer que você conseguiu as fotos?

- Não, ainda não. Mas tenho um vídeo, com áudio, não é melhor?

- Depende, não tenho como imprimir um vídeo com som. Mas se tiver a imagem dos dois juntos, pelo menos consigo alguma coisa.

O cantor de Fado fadado ao fracasso já esperava essa resposta, afinal era dificil agradar uma mulher que já vira de tudo nessa vida, e que simplesmente estava tão amargurada com os resultados de uma vida infeliz e que buscava as sombras ao invés das cores de uma vida alegre.

Ele tirou um fone do bolso, e depois de uns 2 minutos desenrolando os fios, entregou para a mulher que impacientemente o aguardava. Entregou também um celular todo embaçado a ela, que plugou os fones nele, e deu play.

Carlos viu os olhos da mulher esboçarem alguma reação, pela primeira vez em todos os anos que trabalhara para ela, ele presenciou alguma emoção vindo dela.

- Eu não disse que era melhor que fotos?

A mulher levantou muito depressa, quase derrubando o bistrô onde estava, os seguranças que estavam invisíveis até o momento, a acompanharam pela porta.

Carlos respirou aliviado, quase como se não tivesse conseguido respirar até agora, começou a encarar as ondas do mar pela janela do café, foi interrompido por um dos enormes guarda-costas da mulher, que cutucou-lhe o ombro e entregou um envelope gordo e balbuciou:

- A madame agradece seus serviços. Logo ela entrará em contato mais uma vez!

Carlos apenas acenou com a cabeça sem se virar. E continuou contemplando o dourado do sol das águas azuis do mar por mais alguns minutos, até que chamou a garçonete:

- Por favor, uma xícara de Kopi Luwak!

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The Caffe du Port was as old as the stones of the quay, but the family that had been running it since its opening almost 200 years ago preserved the place, which was always clean and cozy, much like on the day of its inauguration. These tables and walls, illuminated by the golden hues of the sunset, would today hear much more than just the persistent waves of the sea.

Through the side door of the café, the one leading to the alley behind the boat street, entered confidently, though somewhat dancing—his peculiar way of walking—the almost famous Fado singer, Carlos Oliveira. His astute eyes swept the room, lingering for a few seconds on each person there—the waitress, the boy making soda, the many tourists drawn by the place's "Instagrammable" fame—until they rested on a slim and elegant lady who seemed to hide in the only corner where the golden sunlight didn't reach.

The woman smiled disdainfully, checked her watch, and exclaimed:

What happened that you arrived early? Well, not early, but at the exact time; you're always late.

Carlos made his way to the table where she was sitting, as it was more secluded, providing greater privacy:

Let's say things worked out this time, more smoothly than I expected.

So, does that mean you got the photos?

No, not yet. But I have a video, with audio, isn't that better?

It depends, I can't print a video with sound. But if you have a picture of the two together, at least I can get something.

The Fado singer fated for failure already expected this response, after all, it was challenging to please a woman who had seen everything in life and who simply was so embittered by the results of an unhappy life, seeking the shadows instead of the colors of a joyful one.

He took out earphones from his pocket, and after about 2 minutes untangling the wires, handed them to the impatiently waiting woman. He also handed her a phone all fogged up, and she plugged the earphones into it and pressed play.

Carlos saw the woman's eyes show some reaction; for the first time in all the years he had worked for her, he witnessed some emotion coming from her.

Didn't I say it was better than photos?

The woman stood up very quickly, almost knocking over the bistro where she sat. The invisible security guards, who had been unnoticed until now, followed her through the door.

Carlos breathed a sigh of relief, almost as if he hadn't been able to breathe until now. He began to stare at the sea waves through the café window, interrupted by one of the woman's enormous bodyguards, who tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a thick envelope, muttering:

The madame appreciates your services. She will contact you again soon!

Carlos just nodded without turning around. He continued to contemplate the golden sun on the blue sea for a few more minutes until he called the waitress:

Please, a cup of Kopi Luwak!

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Why Should You Hire a Travertine Floor Restoration Service

Do you have travertine flooring at your home? Then you might need to hire a professional travertine floor restoration service to maintain the longevity and natural shine of the natural stone. They can utilize the best tools and techniques to revive its natural luster and protect it from daily wear and tear.

Let's check out a few compelling reasons to hire a natural stone restoration company for your travertine flooring or countertops.

Assess the Damage The professionals will first assess the damage caused to your travertine floor, With their great understanding and expertise, they will follow the best practices to repair these damages while restoring back its natural shine.

Travertine Floor Cleaning Your travertine floor will develop cracks and etches after a certain point in time. These problems should be handled only by expert professionals who will ensure effective travertine tile cleaning. They will use the best cleaning agents and specialized sealants that will improve the density of the surface and make it more resistant to future damage.

Comprehensive Services Top travertine restoration companies provide a wide range of services apart from just basic cleaning ad polishing. They can address a variety of issues such as etches, scratches, stain removal, and other services. From this range of services, you can choose the best one that suits your travertine needs.

Bottom Line

From the points mentioned above, it is clear that hiring a professional service can offer you a plethora of benefits. So, get in touch with a reputed natural stone restoration company that offers top-notch travertine floor cleaning and restoration in Costa Mesa, CA. Also, you will get access to their highly trained experts who will provide a wide range of services like travertine polishing, grout repair, removal of etches, surface flattening, and much more.

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2 Weeks Ago, I finished My Shaman Classes & Graduated! I am Officially Full Mesa Shaman! 🌟 My Mesa has 13 Enkychus (Stones that are blessed) They represent the balance between the 12 solar months of year (masculine) & the 13 lunar months of year (feminine). Through this course we have to do many shamanic journeys, journeys of our past, present and future. We work through 12 Past lives (The Victim, The Bully & The Beloved) & Work with Compassionate/Helpful Spirit Guides ( Angels. "Fairy tale" creatures, animals, critters, ancestors, 5 elements, Aliens...etc). As well as field work, contacting people for energy healing. After my Birthday passes I will speak on the Eagle (East Direction) Insights & Practices, I'll be reviewing everything once again. I can now Assist with the Following; -Removing Fuilds or Fierce Ones from People (Entity/Neg/person that has passed away but doesn't want to move on, they stick to people's soul of loved one) -Chord Cutting (Chakra, Relational, Ancestral) -Making sure your grounding cord is intact -Checking meridians or tears in LEF (Luminous Energy Field) -ET Tracking Device -Past Life Contracts (Rewrite with Huascar so that you don't suffer same fate as past lives) -Help to retrieve Soul Loss or Find whoever Stole a Soul (and return soul back to person) -Realising Crystallized Energy or Stuck Energy (Trauma causes this, The energy gets stuck and you cannot heal no matter what you try) -Clearing Spirits from Homes or places -Finding your power animal & status -Checking to see where your Assemblage point position is ( energetic structure within LEF. The position of the assemblage point is important for optimum health, it also helps with keeping us in one dimension) -Illuminarions (Brings us back into balance, it is an energetic process. It cleans the imprints in the LEF) -Reiki -Denstiny Retrieval (as shamans, we can go into the future & find our density, a reality we may have lost or forgotten. Pachakuti and our Celestial Parents help to remember) -Death Rites ( Help a person return to infinity in a peaceful way) -Opening Sacred Space So If you Looking for Any Of These, Feel Free to Message! https://www.instagram.com/p/ClzKoreP2sA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[the-2nd-weed-smoking-girlfriend]

Thank you for this opportunity. All of this is being transcribed from my notebook and it takes me awhile to type it out so I’m breaking it into sets of two districts each and then I’ll go more into the miscellaneous stuff after.

District 1: District 1 produces Panems luxury goods, including their favorite celebrities, and as such are the most beloved by the Capitol. Their tributes are just as shiny and polished as the jewelry they export and typically end up being the heart throbs of their games. District 1 is the second smallest remaining district with only two cities, Cascade and Boise. Most of the manufacturing is done in Cascade while Boise is the more clean and opulent area. Boise is trying to imitate the Capitol in nearly every way and is where the training center for their careers is.

District 1 is most like modern day America, given access to technological advancements before other district and having small corporations instead of small businesses. Like modern America nearly all of the companies in District One are owned by one of two parent companies. The parent companies are owned by a very wealthy pair of twin brothers in the Capitol, each of them owning one.

District 1s tributes spend about a third of their education dedicated to learning to socialize, Capitol etiquette and skills meant to entice sponsors. Every tribute from District One is highly skilled in at least one instrument and are taught many different styles of dance. They are skilled and charming conversationalists and charismatic in a way that can only be learned. Many people who wash out of the training program (though because of how selective it is there’s usually only 20 to a class to start with) often work for an “escort” service that exports “dates” to the Capitol or occasionally become entertainers in District 1. Only the most deadly, charming, talented and above all beautiful are sent into the arena.

Due to the games posing no real risk to the average District 1 citizen most view it the same way those in the Capitol do. Children chase each other with swords roleplaying as different tributes and no one feels the slightest amount of guilt over betting on the outcome. Many host viewing parties, including parents of the tributes, and those who watch it in the square cheer at the screen and have block party like events.

District 2: District 2 is allegedly the stone masonry district. While they do export all of the capitols stone work that is managed solely by Cedar City. The remaining three cities in District 2 are all related to defense and weapons manufacturing.

Phoenix is where Peacekeepers are trained and things like tasers and batons are manufactured. This is also where District 2’s training center is located and so the majority of the people who wash out as Careers become peacekeepers. Phoenix is different from every other city in Panem in the respect that it’s public schools double as their training centers. Students who can’t perform physically are put into a separate class but 70% of the children in Phoenix are training for the hunger games the entire time they’re in school. A fourth of their school days are devoted to actual education on typical subjects and the rest is spent training. Weight lifting, target practice, obstacle courses and first aid fill their days with occasional “breaks” for camping trips that are actually just survival training. The kids with the lowest and highest test scores are sent to Mesa and Flagstaff respectively while those of average intellect typically go on to become peacekeepers or manufacturing peacekeeper weaponry outside of guns.

Mesa is where most simple but deadly weaponry like guns, ammo and small explosives are manufactured. It’s people are generally over policed and impoverished. Conveniently timed drug epidemics are common but because of their proximity and higher levels of wealth (compared to the other districts when not looking at cost of living) they have access to the Capitols designer drugs. Morphling and Sleep syrup addictions exist among the poorest but Shimmer and GlowDust (drugs I made up for a Finnick fic I haven’t finished) are more common vices and Moxie (a pill I made up similar to opioids in it’s addictive qualities but has an intense confidence boosting effect) is shared occasionally among higher class circles. (Drug stuff applies to Mesa, Cedar City and the entirety of District 1).

Flagstaff is treated the same way as Area 51 in the real world. It’s where the Capitol puts the smartest kids born in Phoenix and where the smartest of District 3 are brought on contracts (employment agreements lasting 2 years, similar terms and oaths to military service in the modern day). This is where the Capitol manufactures it’s most complicated and devastating weapons (chemical weapons, bio weapons, nuclear weapons, ect). Most weapons development takes place in a highly secure skyscraper in the center of the city called “The Brain” and those who know the most classified information live in the building. There are rumors that someone was born and died in The Brain, the poor child having overheard a sensitive conversation when she was 10. The truth is actually worse, her tongue was cut out and she was held in the basement until she was old enough to work as an avox. Flagstaff also has a very unique school system, the only place in Panem other than the Capitol and District 3 with a university. Students take highly intensive courses until age 18 at which point they are allowed to choose from two or three different specializations they show an aptitude for. They’ll then be assigned to a lab or factory and begin working in their specialization. The only drug common in Flagstaff is Boost (another drug I made up, it’s like Adderall cranked up to 20) which is so common that parents often give their children small doses mixed into their school water bottle.

Cedar City is a few miles away from the entrance to The Mountains (what they call the stone mines) and has two factories (one for utility belts and one for batons). Nearly everyone in Cedar City works either in the mines or the factories. Cedar City and Phoenix are the only parts of District 2 ever shown on camera and more often then not the footage makes it look as though the reaping square in Phoenix is somewhere in Cedar City.

District 2s status as a career district allows them to hide a lot about how it functions, how large it is and what it does. This extends to the people of District 2 as well as the rest of Panem. If you asked someone in Cedar City how many towns there are in District 2 they’d say two, Phoenix and Cedar City. Many people in Mesa would say there’s three, Phoenix, Mesa and Cedar City. The only people who know about all four cities are those born in Phoenix or Flagstaff and people who heard about it from someone who was born in either place. I can talk about this aspect more if you want.

I’ll post District 3 and District 4 tomorrow. This took me 2 hours to translate from my crazed and stoned chicken scratch hand writing.

 Hey does anybody have any headcanons about the districts? And if you don’t can you please tell me where I could find some? Cause literally nobody is interested in them apparently. Not District 12! We already know everything about District 12!

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[larsisfrommars]

The Little Stone

I put together a playlist ordered by Fjord’s character arc, there are fan songs about him, picks from Travis’s official playlist for his character, and songs I think suit him. There’s a messier version with Autumnal Orange’s lo-fi albums mixed in Here, which I recommend shuffling. This one however, is intended to be listened to like a musical, a square NINEty songs, in order. Enjoy!

Part One: Little Boy, Little Beast, Little Stone

The Serpent’s Call by Chase Noseworthy & Colm McGuiness • White Owl by Josh Garrels • An Innocent Warrior by The Cast of Moana • The Song by Lisa Hannigan & Lucy O’Connell • Lying Beast by Run River North • Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons • How Far I’ll Go by Auli’i Cravalho • Port Damali by R. Morgan Slade • Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor • Your Bones by Of Monsters & Men • Panacea For The Poison by Flobots •

Part Two: Chained to Unknown Fathoms

I Did Something Bad by Eddie Van Der Meer • E. Watson by The Decemberists • Dream of Mississippi by S. J. Tucker • Ship in a Bottle by fin • Wellerman (Remix) by Nathan Evans & ARGULES • Voodoo by Godsmack • I Of The Storm by Of Monsters & Men • Superhero by Flobots • Believer by Imagine Dragons • Come Away To The Water by Maroon 5 & Rozzi • Bottom Of The River by Delta Rae • Summersong by The Decemberists • The Sound of Silence by Disturbed

Part Three: Servant of Uka’toa

Matches To Paper Dolls by Dessa • The Deep by PHILDEL • my sword by Jeris Johnson • Glashtyn Shanty by S. J. Tucker • The Maiden and the Selkie by Heather Dale • Last Man Standing by People In Planes • Onward & Upward by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie • Girl With One Eye by Florence + The Machine • King by The Amazing Devil • Throne by Saint Mesa • Conversations At The End Of The World by Kishi Bashi

Part Four: Refjorged

The Cave by Mumford & Sons • Little Bird by The Weepies • Selkie-boy by Julie Fowlis • Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie • Vampire by People In Planes • Otherside by Avi Kaplan • Black Sun by Death Cab For Cutie • Into The Unknown by Panic! At The Disco • Marionette by Flyleaf • Glass Houses by Bad Omens • The Devil & The Huntsman by Sam Lee Daniel Pemberton • Cracks In The Surface by Flobots • Let There Be Fire by Aviators & Miracle of Sound • Long Nights by Eddie Vedder • Clean Slated Slate by The Altogether • Various Storms & Saints by Florence + The Machine • Show Yourself by Caleb Hyles • Soldier, Poet, King by Jacob Cook • Ready Now by dodie • Drive by Incubus

Part Four: Paladin Blooms From A Dark Seed

Tulou Tagaloa by Olivia Foa’i • Mermaid Calling #2 by Cast of The Lure • Heart of The Ocean by Gaelic Storm • Song of The Sea by Lisa Hannigan • Mothers by Lilli Furfaro • Defend Atlantis by Flobots • Take Me Down by Brother • Oleanna by Storm Weather Shanty Choir • Rise/The Greatest by Jacob Sutherland • Lyonesse by Celtic Legend • Flood by Jars of Clay • Wayfaring Stranger by Libera • Healing Chant by Heather Alexander • Good Soldier by Flobots • It Knows Me by Avi Kaplan • Unsteady by X Ambassadors

Part Five: Hero, Leader, Loved by Healers

The Last Ship by Sting • True North by Vocal Line • Sirens by Pearl Jam • Hell or High Water by The Rescued • Rocks and Water by Deb Talan • Blue Healer by Birdtalker • The Peacock by Beirut • Towers Fall Into The Sea by Clocks & Clouds • Brother by Kodaline • Meet Me On The Battlefield by SVRCINA • Lover of The Light by Mumford & Sons • Ghost Stories by The Narcissist Cookbook • Shady Grove by Takénobu • Here’s a Health to the Company by David Coffin & The Revrls Chorus • Father’s Lament by Poor Man’s Poison • Oh St. Johns by The Saint Johns • The Mermaid by Kate Rusby • Ocean Lullabye by Anne Hill