#UNRAVEL THE SKY / AESTHETIC.

[adventuresp1r1t]

Unravel

[radiokathryn-if]

DEMO ☯︎ FAQ ☮︎ DIRECTORY ♪

Nate Nicks has disappeared.

Why should you care? Do you?

You probably should, considering he's the face and host of your extremely popular radio show and you've just landed one of the biggest contracts of your careers.

You are a sound tech engineer and a damn good one at that, while Nate was the face you were the sound, usually your work is strictly behind the scenes, except for the odd occasion when you were needed on air. So when Nate goes missing and you're tasked with filling in his shoes you're practically thrown in at the deep end.

It only gets worse after a missing persons case becomes a murder case and the cast and crew of Radio Kathryn and FloNote Ent become the suspect pool...

RADIO KATHRYN is rated 18+ for explicit language, explicit sexual scenes and references, themes of death and blood, use of alcohol and drugs, physical abuse and violence. please check trigger warnings.

The setting of the 70s is purely for aesthetic and technology. Don't expect era—accurate racism or homophobia as it won't be included in this IF.

FEATURES ☯︎ [ Trigger Warnings ]

fully customise your MC! name, gender&pronouns (M/F/NB), appearance, personality

decide your on air persona──can you hack it in the limelight or will you crack under the pressure?

build your relations──do you get along with your fellow teammates? how about your fanbase? or your company?

+your radio teams backstory──how the four of you (Nate, José, Mica and yourself) got along, created the pirated radio show, how you got signed into legality, how everything went to shit... or not?

romance someone (or not)──featuring eight solo routes and two poly routes OR just enjoy the mystery and figure out a murder!

chose paths that affect the game──your choices matter, and the ending you may or may not get is dependent on them.

decide which kathryn is your mother──and your relationship with her. (Catherine, Kate, Cathy, Katherine or Rynnie)

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN ☮︎ [ RO Intros ]

The Man, The Myth, The Legend. [???]

“Nate Nicks” Nathan Nicholson──he/him. 28. Radio Kathryn's host and front man, adored by thousands. Complete arsehole but somehow it makes him endearing to others. Cocky son of a bitch that let fame get to his head... or is he? Nevertheless, he's missing now and you may have something to do with it.

think a mix between gauge burek and chris veres in druck (2019)

The Benefactor.

“Mr Robinson” Lionel Robinson──he/him. 42. The man who funded your radio show, the one who got you to where you are. Kind, calm and considerate, especially with Nate. But every one has a line to cross at some point and Mr Robinson is not someone to get angry.

think chad michael murray in sullivan's crossing (2023)

The Fiancé. [RO]

“Eva Vidal” Evangeline Vidal──she/her. 25. The woman who's been there from the beginning, your first listener, your first fan. You used to be closer but Nate sunk his teeth in her and pulled her away. You watched her steadily lose her glow and for someone engaged she seems quite jaded at the news of her missing fiancé.

think penélope cruz in vanilla sky (2001) or vicky christina barcelona (2008)

The Best Friend. [RO]

“Mica Hollens” Michael/a Hollens──he/him, she/her. your age (24─28). Your voice of reason in the chaos of life and Radio Kathryn's manager. Your support system and rock, even if they are a bit quick to jump the bullet in your honour. Mica has strong opinions and Nate has never been in their good books, but surely they wouldn't do anything to jeopardise your job.

think tanaya beatty in through black spruce (2018) or alex meraz in mine games (2012)

The Detective. [RO]

“Detective Han” Han Jimin──he/him or she/her. 30. The detective assigned to Nate's missing persons case. They are meticulous and goal oriented and their current goal is figuring you and your work family out. The more you resist the more they're intrigued and the more you help the more you unravel them.

think lee soohyuk in tomorrow (2022) or lee siyoung in sweet home (2020)

The Rival DJ. [RO]

“José Danger” Jose/phine Jeager──she/her or they/them. 26. Nate calls them the traitor─the defector. They used to be part of your team, a co-host with Nate in your beginning days. The two of them worked like magic until Nate was in demand more and José was kicked to the curb. You wonder if the festering grudge they left with is still there... and if it still extends to you.

think zazie beetz in deadpool 2 (2018) or wounds (2019)

The "Hater". [RO]

“Ji Han” Han Ji Young──he/him. 24. The younger brother of Detective Han. Ji Han is not a fan of Nathaniel Nicholson but he is a fan of the songs he plays─or rather the ones you play when he's absent. He's taken the utmost interest in his siblings case, suspiciously enough to become entangled in it more than anticipated.

think a mix of choi san (2022-23) and lee dohyun in 18 again (2020) or the glory (2022)

The "Fan". [RO]

“Fauve” Faye─Mauve Langham──she/her. 25. Fauve is a bit of a groupie, she can admit. She's not totally obsessed with Radio Kathryn, she reasons, she's just invested in the show and even more so in the people behind it. Fauve become more involved in the case of Nate Nicks than she's wanted, leaving you to wonder just what it is that keeps her going─even to the edge of insanity.

think a mix of imogen poots in need for speed (2014) and hayden panettiere in nashville (2012-18)

The Family Man. [RO]

“Mr Lewis” Jackson Lewis──he/him. 33. The night shift receptionist-slash-building coordinator. He usually brings his daughter to sit in on show recordings, seeing as she's got a bit of a crush on Nate─he's a no-bullshit kind of man but his soft spot is his daughter's puppy dog eyes. He just so happens to be the last person to see Nate before he disappeared and you can't help but get the feeling he's not being truthful in his statement about it.

think brian tyree henry in eternals (2021) or atlanta (2016-22)

The Question Mark. [???]

"Who?" ??? ???──unknown.

it'll be revealed later!

©️ bonnie berry 2023────@moretinyideas

──the polymances are between eva and ??? (eva???) as well as fauve and ji han (fauhan)!

──this is totally inspired by episode 2.8 of sister boniface "dead air" but other than the idea of a radio show called Radio Catherine there are no other similarities!

[drconstellation]

Brazil and The Dream of Escape

I was delighted to find in the Xtras that the machine created to be used by Furfur to use to find out how many demons Shax could requisition for storming the bookshop was inspired by the movie Brazil. This is another nod to Monty Python member Terry Gilliam, who directed this film, and who almost directed the failed GO film in the 1990's.

I love this film. Always have. Yes, I was around when it came out in 1985. I'm that old. It's always been in my top 5 favourite films. And its totally relevant to Good Omens.

Brazil can be described as a dark dystopian story based on the novel 1984. It doesn't have a happy ending, but its funny, horrific, ludicrous, romantic and timelessly beautiful all at the same time. Its so iconic that when ever I see its influence in other productions its been unmistakable.

It stars Jonathan Pryce long before he was a James Bond villain or the head Sparrow in Game of Thrones, a comedic turn from Robert de Niro and a handful of other famous faces that you are bound to recognise, such Bob Hoskins, Ian Holm and Jim Broadbent.

Pryce, as Sam Lowry, lives in a world that is strictly controlled with paperwork that comes in multiple copies, where people are routinely arrested and tortured and a long running unexplained terrorist campaign sees bombs explode in the most random of places. Sam has dreams of a beautiful woman floating in the sky, and he is a sliver-armoured winged hero trying to rescue her. He eventually finds that she is real, and finds out her name through various means via his work and contacts. He tracks her down, but that is where it all starts to unravel as she is mixed up with an unfortunate case of mistaken identity.

Its easy to see the common themes and elements that run through the film with GO: the desire to run away and escape (that doesn't work,) a totalitarian authority controlling the masses, propaganda, piles of paperwork, an undercurrent of rebellion, torture and abuse, forbidden love between classes, a villain hidden in plain sight.

There is an art deco aesthetic to the film that also carries over to other films and shows it has influenced, and the busy work floor scene that stops on a dime to watch the tv show de jour while the boss isn't looking is one of the highlights of the film.

It was a reference of this that caught my eye in the Cohen Brothers modern fairy tale The Hudsucker Proxy, where they copied the busyness of the work floor for their mail room scenes, but also the art deco aesthetic. That's another film that is always in my top five films, and could go a round of comparisons with GO - its got time stoppage, an angel appearance and a near-godlike manipulator.

It also appears, surprisingly, in Star Wars: The Last Jedi. The casino at Canto Bight is Brazil inspired, in the way its introduced to us, its decor and the music. I know some people hate this film because of what they did to Luke, but I love it, the whole thing is just utterly gorgeous to look at.

And if you've watched any of Loki recently, since S2 of that show finished not long ago, you would also seen some influence from Brazil in the retro look.

I love the classic art deco style. my grandparents had an art deco house that I spent many of my childhood hours in. The style itself is a clean, unadorned look, and often is meant to give a look of movement, speed or strength. A classic example of this is the Bentley, of course, which comes from the height of the art deco era in the 1930's.

Hell is the other place we see the Brazil influence in GO, where is looks like it's constantly several decades behind the times, with overhead projectors and manual typewriters and odd looking not-quite steampunk contraptions.

Brazil is available to stream on Disney at the moment, if you'd like to take a look. I highly recommend it, its one of those influential films that once you know it, you see its long reach in the most unexpected places.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

When the Stars Love You

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Summary: Dean belongs in the starlight.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,028

A/N: So the beautiful @deanwinchesterswitch created the gorgeous aesthetic above as a request, and the original post can be found here. I was very inspired by this amazing piece of art, and with her permission I've written this little drabble in response to that inspiration. Thank you for this, Kym.

I'm placing this story somewhere in the 15th season, I guess. It's sometime after they realize that Chuck has been playing them all along, and that all he wants is one specific kind of ending. It sees Dean questioning everything in his life, and not sure what's real and what's Chuck. Y/N tries to help him through.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @saradika

You loved Dean in the starlight. You were pretty sure the stars sparkled brighter when he was beneath them; they winked flirtatiously to get his attention. He'd turn his face up to them and they'd glow. You knew how they felt. When Dean focused his attention on you, you lit up too, bright and happy. 

But tonight had been tough. You'd shouted and raged at each other, throwing words like daggers, seeing whose aim was the most true. As usual, in matters of skill, Dean was the victor. His words sliced sharp and deep, and made you bleed. 

Even though you knew his heart - had connected it to your own with delicate stitches - his anger and desperate need to shove you away from him with both hands, often pulled the stitching loose, left your heart frayed and in danger of unraveling.

Sometimes you wanted to take scissors to them and cut him away from you for good, try to sew up the parts of you where he left holes. 

But then you'd remember the way the stars watched him, the way they would shine down on him, and gild him in gold; the way moonlight washed over his face, and made it clean and soft - shadow and light dancing over his skin the same way it moved through his soul.

Now, you walked out into the inky dark and looked for him shining in starlight, bathed by the moon. You found him stretched out on Baby's hood, and the night was kind to him, it was his home; he'd lived his whole life there. So his breathing was easy now, fresh night air filling his lungs, and his heart was open once again.

You felt his pain, his regret, in the way his eyes wouldn't settle on your face. He sat up, and the lights of nighttime shifted, showing his sadness and exhaustion. The wind whistled around you, a cloud passed over the moon, and they seemed to chastise you for disturbing their midnight prince. 

But the stars twinkled on. The lines of their movement, their path across the sky, reminded you that this man in front of you had been thrust into a destined life. He'd been told by god, by angels, all the heavenly host, even by a demon or two, that his reason for being, his sole purpose for walking in the waking world was to either die like a sacrificial lamb, or murder the boy he'd raised to a man. 

Both brothers had been raised for slaughter, and all god wanted was to see which one would be slaughtered and what other would be left behind to dissolve into darkness, and, of course, he wanted to see just how much of the world would fall with him.

It was a burden you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, and one you actively wished you could remove from the broad shoulders of the man you'd loved for most of your life. 

Dean finally looked at you fully, his deep green eyes shadowed in the darkness, but so filled with pain that even the stars couldn't watch anymore, and let the clouds cover their face.

A sound of low thunder rumbled from the east as the first, sharp, stinging needles of cold rain pelted you both. You ran the last few steps to him, as he jumped off the hood and dragged you into his arms. His kiss was hard and determined, like he was stamping you as his, before he pulled away and yanked you into the car with him.

Your kisses turned frantic as the squeaking metal door slammed shut. Hands flew over skin and tore at clothes, ripping the sodden material off and sucking the dampness from each other's skin. 

You were both seeking pleasure from the pain, apologizing for the words you'd used to skewer each other, by whispering beautiful, warm messages of love across cold, pebbled skin. Your hands sought forgiveness with each caress and you both gave it freely as your eyes locked and you fell together into the abyss.

The storm raged around you, and through you, fast and powerful, both tempests breaking on a scream of pleasure and a fiery bolt of lightning. The ecstasy ebbed, and the thunder grumbled its last, as the stars peeked out to brighten the aftermath. 

Dean's voice was deep and gentle, imitating the retreating thunder. 

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm just…"

He sighed deeply, not able to find the words.

"Lost." You finished for him. "You're lost. Chuck is trying to force you down the only path he's left open for you, so now you're scrambling in the dark trying to avoid the road and smashing through anything you think might be an obstacle."

Dean shook his head, awe in his expression at your ability to read him and understand him so easily. "Yes." He said simply. 

You shook her head and climbed into his lap. "I'm not an obstacle Dean. I wasn't shoved in your way to make you stumble." You took his big hand in yours. "I chose to be here and walk beside you." 

You felt his uncertainty and squeezed his hand tightly. "I promise it's true, and I’ll prove it to you, because no matter what you say or do, I'm gonna stay here beside you, and we're gonna destroy Chuck together."

You rolled down the window and let the damp, cool air rush over your exposed skin, turning his chin with your fingers so he was looking out the window at the stars bobbing and weaving through the clouds. 

"We don't have to follow Chuck. Let's pick a path in the stars and follow it. They'll lead us home."

The corner of Dean's mouth lifted sardonically. "Chuck made them too."

You shook your head, not convinced. "No, mother nature is stronger than him, and the stars love you. They're on our side."

Dean laughed softly. "You're nuts, woman."

But he kissed you softly, and you felt the kernel of hope bloom in your joined hearts. 

So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

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[blueskygelato]

Fancuries FYC, Heck Yeah!

Hi, folks! I hope you all are doing well. I’m InfiStudios, friendly neighborhood jumping spider and fanseries fanatic, and I’m so, so excited for this year’s Fancuries. I always love seeing everyone’s amazing creativity, and because this year is the first where I’m actually participating, I finally have a chance to babble about my own fanseries. 

Speaking of my own work, the bulk of it is my Halloween fanseries. They’re an annual tradition for me, and I consider them my main fanseries. 

HORRORIFFIC PRETTY CURE

Horroriffic is the first of the Halloween fanseries. Its motifs are classic monsters, light, and Victorian/gaslamp aesthetics, and its core themes are power, connection, and legacy.

It has an info doc that’s very much under construction here if you’d like to read more about it!

HORRORSHOW PRETTY CURE

The second of the Halloween fanseries, Horrorshow has films as its core motif and draws a lot on 1950s aesthetics as well, and its themes are treating others and yourself with kindness. It follows Ethel Bleak, a horribly anxious star student who works part-time at the Caligari Film Library…a job that gets far too interesting when an accident sends the malevolent spirits housed within cursed films on a destructive rampage through the city of Hitchworth. Luckily, there’s a solution to this. Using the power of the three remaining Curses, Ethel and two of her co-workers - annoying, cruel know-it-all Cebe Wood and laid-back, sarcastic Shane Tamboli - can transform into warriors called Pretty Cure and fight back against the monsters. 

Its characters have toyhou.se pages here.

MONSTROSITY PRETTY CURE

The third of the Halloween fanseries, Monstrosity’s core motif is monsters under the bed, and its core themes are the bonds between people and the idea of community. 

Pellinore Valiente Denton was only six when the tip of Mount Etna exploded, sending a brilliant beam of light into the sky and calling the monsters out of the shadows. She’s lived her whole life in a strange world, a world lit every waking moment by fluorescent lights and constant, thrumming fear. In the midst of all this, her parents have moved back to their hometown of Huerta, TX in order to work on some sort of project, which Pellinore isn’t over the moon about - she’s tired of having to say goodbye to every friend she’s ever made. Fortunately for her, though, she’s about to make another one. Not two days into their stay there, Huerta throws off its sleepy small-town guise. In the middle of a celebration of Dia de los Muertos, the lake the community borders erupts in exactly the same way Mt. Etna did. It showers the community in a strange light, brings a rainstorm that lasts for days on end, and rockets the populace into a new state of terror - terror that turns out to be well-founded, because soon after the town is attacked by a bizarre monster that can walk in the light and resembles a member of the community. Pellinore is terrified, but somehow, she knows she can help fight it. Drawing on her love of magical girls and a new kind of power, she transforms into a warrior known as Cure Weaver. 

The only catch? Her powers called a monster to her - Aracan, a cocky smart-aleck who’s Pellinore’s opposite in every way…and also, apparently, her partner as a Pretty Cure. Now, Pellinore finds herself under new pressure - not only must she succeed as a student and make new friends, she must hide Aracan from the populace, deal with the monsters, and unravel the mysteries of Huerta. 

Its characters have a work-in-progress toyhou.se page here. 

I also draw! I'm a traditional artist (digital art scares me), and I really love it. Here are some examples of my work!

Horroriffic's vampiric team leader, Ifiok/Cure Rise

Her teammate, Cure Whirlpool...

...and Whirlpool's successor, Cure Abyss!

The members of Team Horrorshow! From left to right, Cures Haunting, Abduction, and Verdant

Thank you so much for your time; I so appreciate it! I'm so excited to see what this year's Fancuries have to offer, and I hope you have a lovely day!

[ruyaceres]

⚜︎ OVERVIEW

Name: Rüya Bayraktar Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale, she/her Birth/Age: January 2 - 32 years old Birthplace: Arasvale, Astoria Species: Witch Faction: Healer of Ceres Parents: Halena & Aslan Bayraktar (deceased) Companion: Asrial - Cat Sith Home: The Tower of Olympia, Lysara Occupation: Public Health Advisor & Healer Aesthetic: Pinterest

⚜︎ PHYSIQUE 

Height: 5'9’’ Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Dark brown Style: Pinterest Face-claim: Melisa Aslı Pamuk 

⚜︎ HISTORY 

trigger warnings: blood, grief, trauma, war themes, passing of children

i. THE PRODIGY 

A moth-eaten carpet clung to the rusted hinges of a missing door, marking the tenement’s entrance. Beyond it, dirt-streaked children played games counting wheat kernels lodged in the floorboards below. Their parents, Halena and Aslan Bayraktar, moved quietly through the narrow lanes of Arasvale, tending to those in need. The village’s proximity to the Blighted lands of Itzcoatal shielded it from foreign threats, but left the entire community vulnerable to the nation’s greed. As conflicts raged across Astoria, more and more grain was claimed for caravans bound for the front lines, starving those who reaped it.

As Iskaldrik’s forces advanced, a tide of priests, pilgrims, and prophets followed in their wake. Their voices rang out in town squares and along dusty roads, preaching the Creed of Light to all who’d listen. Bonfires burned high, their smoke darkening the sky as witches were dragged before them. Their choice was clear: surrender to the flames or endure the cleave. Survivors of the latter stumbled back into the world hollow-eyed, their magic stripped away and their souls fractured beyond even the most skilled Healer’s repair.

Though Halena and Aslan could weave the threads of life to mend common ailments, it was their firstborn daughter who displayed a preternatural affinity for Restoration. As a young girl, Rüya Bayraktar delighted in watching her parents work. Slipping away to practice their spells, she repeated every incantation with obsessive precision until the magic thrummed beneath her own fingertips.

One starless night, Rüya followed them to a child’s sickbed. The boy, no older than ten or eleven, lay completely still. Halena’s long braid brushed the floor as she knelt beside him, her hands moving methodically across his wounds. In the corner, the flickering glow of an oil lamp cast sharp angles across her father’s face as he rummaged through a battered case of tinctures. The air reeked of scorched flesh and bitter medicines.

They were too late.

The boy’s mother collapsed onto the bloody straw and Halena and Aslan rushed to comfort her. Rüya stepped out from the shadows. She didn’t think, she simply moved, her fingers weaving magic as if by instinct. The boy’s body convulsed, a violent shudder rattling his small frame as his spirit was wrenched from the beyond. His ribs heaved and his eyes fluttered open, but they were milky and dull. Resurrection wasn’t a miracle; it was the theft of something sacred and left the soul haunted by echoes of where it should have rested. 

Rüya hadn’t stopped to consider the threads she was unravelling. She’d only wanted to help.

What have you done?

ii. THE DISGRACE

From that day, the Bayraktar family endured wary glances and prayers to the One God spat in their direction. Neighbours who once sought their aid turned away, and guilt shackled Rüya’s gift. On the eve of her thirteenth birthday, she sat alone. Her long fingers throbbed as she picked at the burnt crust of a loaf, its stale crumbs falling onto her lap. It was the first food she’d found in days, but the gnawing silence around her made it hard to swallow. She glanced at the threshold again, waiting for her family to appear. They should have returned by now. 

Tucking her loot away, Rüya slipped outside, merging into the early morning chaos. Sagging boarding houses and desolate fields gave way to alleys choked with grime and beggars. At dawn, overflowing buckets were dumped into the sluggish canal, leaving trails of filth across the cobblestones. Ladies shrieked as their skirts passed through the refuse, while merchants hawked jugs of oil and other wares from the Gulf of Taravell.

Distant applause cut through the din of the marketplace, freezing Rüya mid-step. Her fingers went slack, the bread tumbling into the mud as she broke into a sprint. Smoke coiled through the streets and mingled with the cloying stench of incense, stinging her eyes. Figures in mail flanked the road, forming a living wall that pressed the restless throng toward the square. Her chest tightened, every instinct screaming at her to avoid them, but her feet carried her forward until she collided with a barricade. Five pyres rose like sentinels, their charred beams stark against the pale sky. Atop two of them, her sisters hung limp, their blackened forms swaying like abandoned marionettes. 

Run, Rüya.

The command thundered in her mind, cutting through the crowd’s deafening roar as her parents were hauled into the makeshift arena. Rüya pressed her hands tightly over her ears, trembling as the cheering swelled around her. “Run!” Aslan bellowed aloud this time, thrashing against his restraints. With a sudden, savage twist of his hands, blood sprayed from his captor’s mouth, streaking the embroidered eye stitched over his heart. Gasps rippled through the audience as one by one, the Vanguard crumpled to the ground, clawing at their skulls. Sickening pops echoed as major vessels ruptured. Rüya tried to scramble over the fence, but rough hands yanked her back. The whistle of a machete, Halena’s piercing screams, and the crack of a match striking were the last sounds Rüya heard before darkness swallowed her whole.

iii. THE ORPHAN

Rüya blinked sluggishly. The night sky stretched endlessly above, while below rocked with a steady rhythm that made bile rise in her throat. Gagging, she pushed herself back, splinters digging into her palms as memories slammed into her. Each image struck like a whip, leaving her gasping for air. The low groan of timber was lost beneath the frantic shouts of her rescuers, desperate to calm the child before grief tore her apart.

Agents of Minerva and the Nightingales in Arasvale conspired to save the Bayraktar family when word of Rüya’s act reached Eterna, but they’d failed. When her sobs quietened, the loss of another magical family weighed heavily on them all as the ship sailed past the jagged shores of Caribella and toward the Queendom of Lysara.

iv. THE STUDENT

Delivered to the Tower of Olympia, Rüya joined a sanctuary of witches drawn from every corner of Taravell. The Tower’s vastness was overwhelming, but a quiet warmth embraced her when she crossed its ancient threshold. For weeks, she hid among the anatomy and physiology volumes penned by the Scholars of Juno, seeking solace in their detailed illustrations. Yet the hum of spells echoing softly through the stone corridors and the golden glow of magic sparking to life in practiced hands slowly drew her out.

A prime candidate for Ceres’ Patronage, Rüya entered training to join the ranks of The Six. The Scholars unearthed the magic she had long suppressed, coaxing it from her with rigorous instruction. In just six months, she was strong enough to join the ranks of the Accepted.

When Rüya slid the dragon’s gold onto her finger, she was granted the freedom to venture beyond the Tower’s perimeter. However, the world outside was nothing like she'd imagined. Witches flooded Eterna from the borderlands, their bodies disfigured by burns and festering lacerations. While the horrors she narrowly escaped stared back at her, she worked alongside experienced Healers with the same gentle dedication as her parents had shown. Their wounds closed and the bruises faded, but the pain harboured within was beyond her reach. 

The Sitters of Proserpina tapped Rüya early in her tutelage, but the memory of the little boy in Arasvale plagued her. As the years slipped by and the trials approached, her path was clear: her heart belonged to the living. Her quill danced through the written exam, and her demonstration before her Olympian patron sent murmurs through the Hall of the Tower. Then came the Basin of Dreams, arcane magic lapping its edge. Hours passed. Then days. Some questioned the ethics, even the cruelty, of sending someone so young into the Dreaming World. When Rüya woke, the Healers of Ceres exhaled as one. She emerged, shaped by the horrors she'd faced and conquered, as the witch she was destined to become.

v. THE OLYMPIAN

Rüya’s ambition carried her across Taravell, where she put her lessons to use in the field. She braved the war-torn borders of Iskaldrik, where she delicately extracted shrapnel buried in flesh and realigned shattered bones protruding at unnatural angles. In the blistering sands of Ankhuria, she worked tirelessly in plague-stricken ports to defy death itself, and barely survived a brush with a warrior’s spear. And on the famine-ravaged plains of Astoria, her homeland, she performed complex surgeries while being hunted by the very zealots that haunted her dreams. Each encounter deepened her understanding of suffering bred by fear and ignorance, strengthening her resolve to wield her power against it.

Rüya’s return to the Tower almost a decade later marked a turning point in her life. Her efforts earned her recognition throughout the Queendom, prompting Queen Arethusa Mordecai to appoint her as an advisor on public welfare. The position placed her at the centre of Lysara’s politics, granting her influence but also drawing scrutiny. In Eterna, skeptics whispered of divided loyalties, accusing her of prioritising witches over ordinary citizens, while foreign envoys demanded the extradition of magical refugees.

The devastating attack on Aventia, which claimed countless Olympian lives, cast a long shadow over Rüya’s position. Standing at the crossroads of compassion and survival, she carries the fragile hope of peace in Taravell, aware that a single misstep could ignite the flames of its ruin.

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5 Character Associations - Colette

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS:

Anxiety and terror, held first by a martyred hand, and finally by strange and belonging chaos.

Understanding beyond reason. Obsession beyond reason.

The depths of compassion unravel into tears.

Shame; the sharp sting of pain alleviating a feeling so rotten. It is crimson red. It is trapping.

Her. Her. Her. Her. Only her. Devotion. Freedom.

COLOURS:

Garnet (strands of hair against the sun).

Ashen (a village razed by cruelty).

White (clinical purity that terrorizes her).

Golden (like a crescent sun in her eyes).

Pale pink (at last home).

SCENTS:

Fresh grass and warm dust.

Alcohol to tend to minor wounds.

Spices and herbal blends.

I hope I smell like her.

Sweet berries that she so loves to eat.

OBJECTS:

A journal where she keeps all her memories. She doesn't want to forget a second of her.

A well-loved bag of assorted healing ointments.

A necklace with a moon-shaped pendant; it glows ethereally at night.

An ornate jug filled with spring water for traveling.

A ring that shines like a sun-kissed song, just like her eternal love.

BODY LANGUAGE:

Gentle and soft-spoken, fiddling with her layers of clothes. A warm smile filled with something deeply sorrowful.

Eyes fogged up with desperation, a twisted sense of self, and a need to be owed. Completely and utterly captured.

Resting her head against the Arisen's back, her hands hug her middle. It's safe.

Closing her fists as hard as she can, drawing blood when her emotions overtake her with shame. Pain eases the fear.

Blushing too easily, her breath taken away, stumbling over her words like musical notes. Fistful of her robes, it doesn't feel like shame anymore. I love you.

AESTHETICS:

Religion and martyrdom.

Candlelight dusk in an abandoned cabin.

Dried flowers between pages.

Forgotten words on a mural.

Red thread of fate.

SONGS:

1. Moonflower by Blackbriar

Beautiful moonflower Wandering under the night sky Your nightdress lit up A strange and enticing sight

2. The Obsessive Devotion by Epica

I feel only misery for myself when I Look through the eyes of someone else

3. A World Without You by Joyce Kwon

Step by step we press on t'ward tomorrow Head up high we face all that's unknown A life of service that's our code to follow So we may honor your great sacrifice

4. A Million Miles Away by Belle (movie)

Come back to me, and stay by my side I feel my heart shake Come, ease this ache I'm standing over here, reaching for you A million miles away, come back and stay

5. Until the End by Xandria

While the world keeps, turning around me I don't know when it's all over and gone So please let me have just one more chance

Thanks for the tag @arisenreborn!!

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More Cyberpunk Gaming Gems: Unearthed Treasures from 1985-2005

Welcome, fellow cyberpunks and digital nomads of the future past! In a world where neon lights flicker, mega-corporations reign supreme, and hackers lurk in the shadows, we often find solace in the virtual realms of gaming. But wait, have you ever felt like you've explored every nook and cranny of the cyberpunk gaming landscape? Fear not, for we're about to dive deep into the retro archives and uncover some hidden cyber-treasures that have been overshadowed by their more renowned siblings.

Cyberpunk gaming has always been a beloved subculture, but many of its gems seem to have slipped through the cracks of time. Today, we're embarking on a nostalgic journey through five cyberpunk classics from 1985 to 2005. Buckle up, because we're about to revisit the past in style!

1. B.A.T. (Bureau of Astral Troubleshooters) - 1989: A Galactic Adventure

Prepare to embark on an interstellar journey that takes you beyond the realms of our planet. B.A.T. offers a captivating blend of point-and-click adventure and science fiction, making it a true cyberpunk hidden gem. As a futuristic detective, your mission is to investigate mysterious happenings across the galaxy.

The game immerses you in a universe teeming with colorful characters, complex puzzles, and intricate plotlines. What sets B.A.T. apart is its commitment to world-building; it offers players a chance to explore distant planets, each with its own unique culture and challenges.

But beware, in this universe, nothing is as it seems. The choices you make have far-reaching consequences, and the line between right and wrong is blurred. B.A.T. is a cerebral journey that will test your investigative skills, moral compass, and problem-solving prowess. It may not have garnered the attention it deserved, but for true cyberpunk aficionados, this is a must-play classic that will transport you to the outer edges of the cosmos.

2. Beneath a Steel Sky - 1994: A Tale of Rebellion and Redemption

Imagine a world where skyscrapers loom over a dystopian cityscape, and a resistance movement fights against the tyranny of a malevolent AI. This is the grim backdrop of "Beneath a Steel Sky," a point-and-click adventure that deftly blends cyberpunk aesthetics with a gripping narrative.

In this game, you play as Robert Foster, a man torn from his idyllic life in the wastelands and thrust into the heart of a totalitarian metropolis. The game excels in its world-building, creating a hauntingly beautiful urban sprawl rife with secrets and subterfuge.

What sets "Beneath a Steel Sky" apart is its intricate storyline and memorable characters. The witty dialogue and thought-provoking themes of identity and rebellion make it a standout in the genre. As you unravel the mysteries of this dark and complex world, you'll find yourself drawn into a narrative that's as immersive as it is unforgettable.

3. HardWAR - 1998: Survive in a Post-Apocalyptic Playground

Step into a post-apocalyptic playground like no other in "HardWAR." This underrated gem presents a gritty, atmospheric world where civilization has crumbled, and scavengers roam the decaying remnants of a once-thriving city.

As a scavenger, your goal is survival, and survival in this unforgiving wasteland means scavenging for resources, upgrading your vehicle, and engaging in intense vehicular combat. "HardWAR" offers a unique blend of open-world exploration, resource management, and vehicular warfare.

The game's dystopian setting is brought to life through its striking visuals and moody soundtrack, creating an immersive experience that truly transports you to a world on the brink of collapse. While it may not have received the recognition of some of its contemporaries, "HardWAR" is a must-play for fans of gritty, post-apocalyptic cyberpunk adventures.

4. Freelancer - 2003: Soar Through the Stars

"Freelancer" might not fit the traditional cyberpunk mold, but it offers an expansive and enthralling universe that's worthy of exploration. Set in a distant future where humanity has colonized the stars, you play as Edison Trent, a freelancer navigating the intricacies of a dynamic and ever-changing galaxy.

The game's open-world design is a standout feature, allowing you to choose your path as you trade goods, engage in epic space battles, and uncover the secrets of the universe. The rich lore and vibrant world of "Freelancer" create an experience that's both immersive and endlessly replayable.

But remember, these are just a few of the cyberpunk gaming gems that have been tucked away in the annals of gaming history. There are countless other titles waiting to be discovered. Do you have any personal favorites from the cyberpunk gaming scene of the past? Share your gems with us, and who knows, they might be featured in our next cybernetic escapade!

So, fellow gamers and tech enthusiasts, keep your cyberdecks at the ready, and your sense of wonder intact. The world of cyberpunk gaming is vast, and there's always something new to uncover. Until next time, stay plugged in and keep those retro vibes alive!

- Raz

[gautam-101]

Celestial Threads: Unraveling the Influence of Planetary Cycles on Fashion Trends

Introduction

In the intricate tapestry of human existence, the cosmos has long been regarded as a source of inspiration and guidance. Beyond its celestial beauty, astrology delves into the profound connections between celestial bodies and earthly affairs. This cosmic dance extends its influence to diverse aspects of our lives, and surprisingly, one such arena where planetary cycles wield a captivating sway is the world of fashion.

 Also read - Exploring Ancient Wisdom of Vedic Astrology and Palmistry

Fashion, with its ever-changing trends and styles, reflects not only our societal evolution but also our deeper connections with the cosmos. This blog aims to explore the intriguing interplay between planetary cycles and the ebb and flow of fashion trends, uncovering the cosmic threads that weave through our wardrobes.

The Celestial Ballet: Planetary Cycles and Their Influence on Fashion Trends

Mercury Retrograde and Style Revisions:

The elusive Mercury Retrograde, known for its communication disruptions and introspective energy, holds a peculiar influence on fashion trends. As the planet appears to move backward, a sense of nostalgia permeates the air, urging fashionistas to revisit styles of the past. Vintage clothing and retro accessories often take center stage during these periods, showcasing a collective desire to infuse a touch of the past into contemporary wardrobes.

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Venus in Retrograde: The Dance of Love and Aesthetics

When the goddess of love, Venus, takes her periodic retrograde journey, the fashion landscape experiences a subtle shift towards romance and timeless elegance. This celestial event encourages the embrace of soft fabrics, pastel hues, and ethereal silhouettes. Designers draw inspiration from classical art, infusing their creations with a sense of poetic beauty that resonates with the celestial dance of Venus.

Mars and Bold Statements: Assertive Fashion Choices

As the fiery planet Mars exerts its influence, the fashion world witnesses a surge in bold, assertive styles. The energy of Mars inspires individuals to make powerful fashion statements, incorporating strong lines, vibrant colors, and avant-garde designs. This period often marks the rise of androgynous fashion, blurring traditional gender norms and embracing a dynamic, bold aesthetic.

Jupiter's Expansive Influence: Exuberance in Fashion

Jupiter, the largest planet in our solar system, is associated with expansion and abundance. Correspondingly, when Jupiter enters a prominent phase, fashion trends tend to lean towards opulence and extravagance. Luxurious fabrics, elaborate embellishments, and grandiose designs take center stage as individuals seek to manifest the magnificence associated with the cosmic giant.

Saturn's Disciplinary Touch: Structured and Minimalistic Trends

Saturn, the cosmic taskmaster, imparts a disciplined influence on fashion trends. During Saturnine periods, minimalistic and structured designs gain prominence. Clean lines, muted tones, and functional aesthetics characterize the fashion landscape as individuals align their style choices with the disciplined energy of the ringed planet.

Lunar Phases and Emotional Couture

The moon, with its ever-changing phases, has long been associated with emotions and intuition. Lunar cycles, particularly the full moon, influence fashion choices by amplifying emotional expression. Designs during full moons often feature flowing fabrics, dreamy textures, and a heightened emphasis on comfort and self-expression. The lunar influence encourages individuals to explore their emotional depths through the artistry of fashion.

Conclusion

As we navigate the celestial currents of planetary cycles, it becomes evident that the cosmos weaves its magic not only in the vast expanse of the night sky but also in the intricate details of our daily lives. Fashion, as a form of self-expression, mirrors the cosmic energies that surround us, reflecting our collective aspirations, emotions, and desires.

Understanding the influence of planetary cycles on fashion trends adds a layer of depth to our sartorial choices. It invites us to dance with the celestial bodies, embracing the ephemerality of trends while honoring the timeless rhythms of the cosmos. So, as you adorn yourself with the latest styles, take a moment to consider the cosmic tapestry that connects us all – for in every thread and stitch, the universe leaves its indelible mark on the ever-evolving canvas of fashion.

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welcome

step into the ethereal world of lofilullabyte, where haunting visions and nostalgic dreams intertwine.

i am your guide through this enigmatic realm of bittersweet reveries and mysterious melodies.

in the shadows, i go by the name lofilullabyte, a nocturnal muse on a perpetual journey through time and space. with each step, i weave a sticky web of forgotten memories and elusive dreams. join me as we explore the alluring beauty of the past, adorned in a lo-fi aesthetic that evokes the warmth of vintage vibes and the chill of dissonance.

like stars glimmering in the night sky, my blog illuminates the intersection of emotions—both soothing and unsettling. traverse through the cryptic trails of nostalgia as we encounter the strange allure of forgotten treasures. each post is a melodic embrace that resonates with the echoes of distant yesteryears, sprinkled with a touch of eerie charm. from haunting visuals to faded memories, i curate a journey that will stir your soul and awaken distant feelings. let the ambient vibes wash over you like a gentle fog, guiding you through the dreamy dissonance of a timeless era.

lofilullabyte is more than a blog; it’s a captivating enigma waiting to be unraveled. prepare to be enchanted by the allure of honeyyuck as we explore the peculiar beauty of bygone days. embrace the mysterious charm, and let the hazy atmosphere carry you to a realm where dreams and reality intertwine.

follow me, the dreamweaver, as we dance between the lines of time. join me on this cryptic adventure through the mists of time. follow, like, and share the visuals that resonate with your soul. together, let’s paint the canvas of nostalgia with our own unique hues. embrace the whispers, and let the essence of honeyyuck soothe your spirit ~

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summarized bio and history (read the full length edition here!):

mbti: ? enneagram: ? alignment: ? soul type: ? archetype: ? zodiac: ? gender: cis male, he/him sexuality: panromantic demisexual roles: son of yue lao

bio.

FC NAME/GROUP: Choi Yeonjun / TXT CHARACTER NAME: Bai Hua - 白 [white, pure] 华 [splendid, illustrious] AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 22 / 2000.11.17 PLACE OF BIRTH: Hong Kong OCCUPATION: Shop Clerk at JINXXED HEIGHT: 5’11” WEIGHT: 130 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Pierced ears: two on the left, three on the right. Has a red thread tattoo spiraling up his right arm. PERSONALITY: Hua is charming to a T—of course he is, being a son of Yue Lao. At first glance, his outgoing, easy nature seems genuine, almost like he’s actually invested in the conversation. Look a little closer, and you’ll see that charm is actually cleverly disguised manipulation. A matchmaker by trade, he’s quite the sycophant: saying what people want to hear with no qualms about what it may be; cold, calculated, and secretive. On top of all of this, he treats life as a game. It’s all predestined anyway, so might as well have some fun, right? He also likes to play with fire—both literally and figuratively. He generally carries a box of matches around with him, and knows a shitload of finger tricks; whirling the match between his knuckles, darting fingers in and out of the flame, the list goes on and on. Figuratively is a bit harder to explain: Hua is somewhat of an oxymoron when it comes to conversing. If you can visualize the phrase “superficial charm,” that’s him. He knows what people want to hear, and has no trouble telling them those things, even if he doesn’t believe a word of what’s coming out of his mouth. But if he figures out that has no effect on someone, then he is the fiercest arguer in the world.

HISTORY: CWs: abusive parenting, cults Bai Hua has always known where he came from. Why should he know anything different? It is a formative part of who he is, and he would do well to remember that. He grew up in Hong Kong as an only child with a single mother. She was strict, generally choosing to be brutally honest with him. He was told all about his powers from a young age; she made sure he knew what it was he could do and how exactly best to wield them. Because of them, he was homeschooled; as she explained, he needed to understand himself before he could understand others. And the extent of “himself,” of course, consisted of his powers. While growing up in Hong Kong, he fell in with a cult for a bit. His mother was a member, and she made sure to bring him in. A religious group, devoted to the worship of Yue Lao. He never informed them of his heritage, choosing to silently observe from the outside; his mother seemed keen to tell the others, but he managed to convince her not to. The members never pushed for him to join, as for most of his tenure there, he was very young; he didn’t seem keen to join, either, preferring to stick to the side and watch the ongoings. Something about what they were doing didn’t sit right with him, even then, so he generally tries not to think about it too much. (Now that he’s learning, he knows that feeling is guilt. He shoves it away. Those feelings are too complicated to unravel right now.) He has never met his father, although he’s heard many stories about him. His mother was constantly talking about how incredible his father was. He was often scolded for not living up to her sky-high expectations. Now that he’s gotten some distance from her, he’s starting to wonder if she didn’t want him to be a mini carbon copy of Yue Lao. (She did.) He chronically looks down on people. He doesn’t have anything against humanity, per se, but when you’ve grown up only hearing how above mankind you are—or, alternatively, how you’re the worst scum on this side of the heavenly plane—it tends to get in your head. Now, he is finally starting to feel remorse after negative interactions. Being separated from his mother for the first time in his life is opening his eyes, slowly but surely. (But it hurts. He falls back into age-old patterns frequently. It’s going to take a lot for him to change.) Homeschooled for all his life, Hua had eagerly been waiting for the day his mother would allow him to travel to Mount Phoenix. Unfortunately, she insisted on him getting a “thorough” education, and so in Hong Kong he remained until he was 19, when he finally traveled to Mount Phoenix to begin his tenure at Phoenix Academy. Little did he know how much he still had left to learn.

PANTHEON: Chinese CHILD OF: Yue Lao, god of love and marriage POWERS:

Strand Sight : He has always seen the strings, shining like strands of spiderweb in the moonlight. They glisten with a silvery glow, and he smiles knowingly when he notices them. He believes it is his duty to push together those that are destined.

Charisma : He knows how to easily become friends with anyone. His enhanced charisma pushes his already charming personality to eleven, when he chooses to use it.

STRENGTHS: Charming, outgoing, easy-natured, matchmaker WEAKNESSES: Manipulative, secretive, a fierce enemy, cold, calculated, sycophant

wanted connections.

I LOVED YOU LIKE THE SUN | CLOSED Someone who is just so happy that Hua is amusingly intrigued by you. There is no ulterior motive for his friendship, for once—he just genuinely doesn’t understand your constant excitement. Is it naïvety? Is it drugs? He supposes he’ll just have to spend more time with you to figure it out. (SUN/MOON FRIENDSHIP)

MY ANCIENT HISTORY | OPEN (STUDENTS) You two were together back in Hong Kong for a while. It was off and on, but you really thought he loved you. He broke up with you, citing his reasoning as the relationship “never felt real to him.” You were about to call it quits anyway, as his self-destructive habits were starting to worry you, but he never gave you the chance. Now, you’ve reunited and—worse yet—you’re sitting next to each other in the same class. (EX-LOVERS)

BLOSSOMS | OPEN You’re opening his eyes, that’s the blunt truth of it. Whether he likes it or not, you are making him realize that not everything is how he was taught to believe it is. The world is much less black and white than he’s been led to believe. He’s going to fight you every step of the way…but deep down, he knows it’s worth it. (DEBASTARDIZATION ARC)

GOOD ENOUGH | CLOSED (STUDENTS) Top of your year in every class…except for this one. You’ve been in the same class as Hua off and on throughout your university careers, and the two of you have consistently been vying for top marks. In this one, he’s seemed to have you beat. And he takes no small pleasure in rubbing that in your face every chance he gets. (ACADEMIC RIVALS)

O SOLE MIO | CLOSED Fate, destiny—Hua doesn’t need to believe in it to know it’s true, he can see it. But he’s never been able to see his own. He has no idea where his own soul string leads, where the partner at the end of his heart’s thread may lie. Perhaps you’d be willing to check? (SOULMATES - INTERNAL)

INTERPOLATION | OPEN (2 PEOPLE) Every time he sees you, Hua gets this knowing smile on his face. It’s starting to freak you out, if you’re honest. What’s worse is that he seems to be overly pushy, but not towards you—no. He’s trying to get you to go out with another person. The only thing is that they don’t seem to be friends, or even really know each other. Why? What does he have invested in this relationship? (SOULMATES - EXTERNAL)

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Dark Mode Design: Pros, Cons, and Implementation Tips

There’s a quiet revolution happening on screens across the globe. A design choice, sleek as the midnight sky and smooth as velvet, has captured the hearts of millions. Yes, we’re talking about dark mode design, that captivating aesthetic that transforms blinding whites into calming, elegant blacks. But is this design trend all glamour and no grit? Let’s unravel the enigma of dark mode, exploring its pros, cons, and the secrets to implementing it with flair.

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MUSE AESTHETICS : SLEEPING AT LAST — ATLAS.

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS. the mind was made to illuminate the heart. / we carve our names on the surface of history. / all our strength came out of the woodwork. / we only know this light as darkness crashes against it. / it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. / our mistakes, they were bound to be made. / the smell of the falling & burning leaves. / the bitterness of winter. / the sweetness of spring. / there was bad blood in us. / the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. / firewood burning bright in the dead of winter. / were we broken right from the start? / forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn. / just live what little life your broken heart can. / just live what little life your mended heart can. / darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE. space & time takes violent things, angry things, & makes them kind. / we are infinite as the universe we hold inside. / we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else. / no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. / i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. / somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. / all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life. / the night sky once ruled my imagination. / let my change of heart occur. / fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. / there was an avalanche of change. / we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. / another lie from the front lines. / our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded & afraid. / though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end. / a second chance to make amends. / losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO. a secret under lock & key. / while collecting the stars, i connected the dots. / i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not. / make my messes matter, make this chaos count. / you taught me the courage of stars before you left. / how rare & beautiful it is to even exist. / a stained glass variation of the truth. / stitch by stitch i tore apart. / if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy. / an open book with a torn out page. / a model citizen of doubt. / i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. / show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. / the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND. a little broken, a little new. / the impact & the glue. / some truths are sharper than knives. / truth’s got its sight set on you. / if truth is north, then i am true south. / i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield & a wooden sword. / i bear little resemblance to the king i once was. / i bear little resemblance to the king i could become. / half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE. all we held dear was on the line. / my heart reconciled all the darkness & light inside my chest. / i saw the future unfold in silver & gold. / you are grace, you are light. / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control. / is this what being vulnerable feels like? / i’m only steady on my knees. / i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness. / a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am. / let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up. / i was given a gift of hope.

SENSES. fall in love in a single touch, & fall apart when it hurts too much. / all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. / pain is a well-intentioned weatherman. / god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like. / like fists unraveling, like glass unshattering. / i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. / i want to be astonished. / nothing less than a work in progress. / sacred text on post it notes. / the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS. the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea. / the starting line of an adventure. / the faint outline of the divine. / losing my balance again & again. / each brave step forward, i take three steps behind. / its mind over matter. / a single lose thread & it all comes undone. / in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means. / with a broken heart, transformation begins. / i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe. / reckless but honest words leave my mouth. / it’s fight or flight. / a last minute man of faith. / kerosene on a flame of doubt. / it’s too late for holy water now.

[real-estate-news-tan-long-land]

Unveiling the Architectural Maestro Behind Sunshine Golden River

Embark on a journey to unravel the creative genius steering the prestigious Sunshine Golden River project. Below, we delve into the intricate details about the visionary behind Sunshine Golden River.

Insight into the Architect of Sunshine Golden River

In the vast expanse of real estate, the architect plays a pivotal role in sculpting the destiny of a project. Sunshine Golden River, an epitome of architectural brilliance nestled within the dynamic Ciputra Nam Thang Long Urban Area, exudes the essence of excellence attributed to a mastermind - the Sunshine Group. The architect behind Sunshine Golden River doesn't just design buildings; they craft living masterpieces where every aspect of life is elevated.

Sunshine Group – A Vanguard of Design in Real Estate

The driving force shaping the aesthetics of the Sunshine Golden River project is none other than the Sunshine Group – a trailblazer in the Vietnamese real estate panorama. Emerging as a frontrunner in architectural innovation, the Sunshine Group has swiftly etched its name and solidified its position as a trendsetter. Since its inception in the real estate arena, the Sunshine Group has consistently upheld its distinction, capturing attention and emerging as a beacon of inspiration among peers and aficionados alike.

Situated at 16 Pham Hung, Nam Tu Liem, Hanoi, the headquarters of Sunshine Group stands as a testament to the company's unwavering commitment to architectural excellence.

Sunshine Group's Architectural Feats

Sunshine Group, initially rooted in a technology-driven ethos, has embarked on a transformative journey marked by unparalleled design innovation. Recent endeavors have witnessed Sunshine Group's remarkable prowess in crafting architectural marvels, propelling the group's standing to unprecedented heights within the industry. Presently, Sunshine Group transcends the boundaries of conventional design, venturing into multifaceted domains encompassing cutting-edge structures, sustainable developments, and iconic landmarks, underscoring the conglomerate's versatility and creativity.

Signature Projects by Sunshine Group in Vietnam

In addition to Sunshine Golden River, Sunshine Group has garnered acclaim through a myriad of prestigious projects, including:

Sunshine Palace, an architectural gem adjacent to Times City

Sunshine Garden, a verdant oasis nestled within Park Hill – Times City

Sunshine Boulevard

Sunshine City Saigon

Sunshine Diamond River

Sunshine Continental

Sunshine Horizon

Sunshine Venica

Sunshine Capital Tay Thang Long

Sunshine Heritage Da Nang

Sunshine Legend Sky Villas

Sunshine Heritage Mui Ne

Sunshine Heritage Hanoi

Sunshine Capital Thanh Hoa

Sunshine Empire

Sunshine Wonder Villas

These iconic landmarks epitomize the group's commitment to pushing the boundaries of design, further solidifying Sunshine Group's reputation as a trailblazer in the architectural realm.

The Verdict: Sunshine Group

As the creative force behind Sunshine Golden River, Sunshine Group has underscored its commitment to architectural excellence through a plethora of triumphs across Vietnam. Bolstered by a steadfast dedication to innovation and design ingenuity, Sunshine Group stands poised to continue shaping the architectural landscape with its visionary creations.

For those seeking to experience the epitome of architectural brilliance at Sunshine Golden River, do not hesitate to connect with Tan Long Land for comprehensive assistance and detailed insights.

Hotline: 0987.745.745 Email: hotline@bdstanlong.vn Website: bdstanlong.com

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Concrete Steps

Concrete steps, quite literally, form the foundations of our built environment. From sidewalks winding through bustling city streets to grand architectural wonders towering into the sky, concrete steps serve as both functional structures and aesthetic elements.

For More Information: Concrete Steps

Yet, their significance extends beyond mere construction; they symbolize progress, stability, and the journey forward. In this exploration, we delve into the world of concrete steps, unraveling their intricate role in shaping our landscapes, cultures, and societies.

From the humble beginnings of mixing cement to the innovative techniques shaping the future of construction, let us embark on a journey to understand the concrete steps beneath our feet and the stories they silently carry.

Concrete steps hold a profound significance in the realm of construction and urban planning, embodying both practical functionality and symbolic representation. Their importance extends across various domains, ranging from infrastructure development to architectural design, societal accessibility, and environmental sustainability.

Understanding the Importance of Concrete Steps

Structural Integrity and Stability: Concrete, renowned for its durability and strength, forms the backbone of many structures worldwide. Concrete steps, in particular, are engineered to withstand heavy loads, foot traffic, and environmental factors.

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By promoting inclusivity, concrete steps contribute to fostering equitable access to public spaces, buildings, and amenities. Thereby fostering social cohesion and empowerment within communities.

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