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Over in the conversation there's a thread where people chat informally about being back. I felt like marking the event with some images and thought others might like to as well- maybe with a poem or linked media recording, anything you like so long as it's "Creation-worthy".
So anyway, we must all remember the screeches, whistles and howls that rang from the abyss as the Barbelith data was written into the new servers- and who's that at the very top of the page?
Our fiction suits resisted being cooped up inside Digital Motion Sarcophagi:
...but sometimes you have to compromise: they all made the trip safely, avoiding the many hazards on the way. |
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