#Terra Sonalis

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Washing starlight

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Heart set aflame Not astray, just not astray. Burning fire, so ash I breathe In my black soot lungs, you leave a message: "Keep me warm, keep me warm"

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to disprove your calculations

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Look up!

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Horticulture after the end of the world — Lore thread

An abandoned world left with rusting infrastructure, metallic mazes that stretch to near infinity. In the lack of sunlight, organisms have adapted to maintain life without it. The people inhabiting these ruins familiarized themselves with the plants and fungi living amongst them. Cultivated legumes are dark, maroon. Their leaves are now narrow, long, and thin. The flowers - hermaphroditic, small. Easy to pollinate with a mere finger or a few dry fibers to brush across. The vines wrapping around vertical metal pillars, bars and plumbing.

Edible fungi sprouting through rusted, eaten away metals. They vary in color, texture, density. Some species dyed onto reddish, orange hues by metabolizing iron and copper.

Flowering plant ( seed cones ) were cultivated to be grown in suspended nets across wide space, the tangled plants drop their heavier buds - easy to collect with a beating of a stick, collected from the floor as they land.

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Meal prep & hospitality after the end of the world

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Lucid.

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one instinct ahead

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🔥🌊 Height differences - fun fact: their height differences are vaguely based on the size differences between a peregrine falcon and, uh, a Large lanky cat that would be Aster lmao

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Selkouni portrait - Mixed Media | 2024

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As the whistles of the critters dim, it's a sign that the sun has slowly secured it's position in the wide sky. A dusk that will last longer than it's cycle. Selkouni perched down, shuffling away some rubble and taking a seat to watch the painting of the ever-long rays.

The light stretches lazily, and a breeze blows, as if the valley itself had sighed with relief and exhaustion. Now begins the quiet. A slowing down of time itself. As the inhabitants of the woods and hills prepare for the changes that accompany the resting sun. Measuring time itself - changes.

It no longer speaks in the familiar tongue of cool or warm. The grand elements are taking rest - now, it is for the small, for the crawling, for the growing, to account for their memories and wisdom: Some, count the changing leaves of an orchard. Some, smell the soil. Some, simply know, or remember. Some, sense the ever so slight changes of solar radiation to feel the speed of continuity.

Selkouni simply watches. They enjoy the striking colors appearing on the clouds and the sung melodies of the lively environment around them. When they'll be satisfied with their presence and their thoughts, they'll get up and keep on with their journey.

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CONFRONTATION Grabbing Rust's arm, Aster is pulling water from a nearby spill which happened to be contaminated with machine oil the cult leaders store away. Orion plunges, talons first, to grab her away from his partner. Zeph hurdles a flame towards the barn owl, igniting the oil mid-movement.

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Only a honest facade

Lunarian's body is more of a possessed vessel, if to be described by layman's terms. What Lunarian is - is easily more than meets the eye, or rather, all that is concealed from it. Lunarian is a system, a fungal network, all connected and acting as one. It's tale tells of an awakening, and of the need to yawn from the deep slumber - and thus, a search for an appropriate form was needed.

A form that will proof most efficient and adaptable. A felid specimen was simply convenient for mobility and camouflage. Establishing itself to a body once borrowed - then, mended into a complete, new one. With an eye of great properties acquired and threaded as a core. Everlasting fleshy mushroom extensions tie to it's symmetrical silhouette - shapeshifting by command, and, allowing the sharing of it's spores.

It's communication seems as a telepathic one, by the average impression. But the truth is that what allows those thoughts and sensations to be 'spoken' is a consensual 'infection' of sorts - spores that allow for the translation and transmission of the networks signals.

Both Bug and Selkouni have established a trusty friendship with Lunarian, despite their wide differences. Selk often has a difficult time attempting to introduce their companion, since any ideas of necromancy are highly controversial in the society of their home.

Questions of morality, death, and what it actually means to cross the barrier of an independent living being vs a mere vehicle for another often find their way onto a discussion in such interactions. But the truth remains, and so does their bond.

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Selkouni travels between the realms of the dreaming, but not all of them are as kind as others. A certain entity does not like the idea of it's realm being infiltrated. It retaliates violently. It retaliates in a haunting of it's own.

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some days are just gloomier than others

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Young Selk and the weird, large water plants of the planet they learn to call 'home'. They've always been a very strange and cryptic one