Roots grow over the sleeping rabbit, envelop it. Much later, lumberjacks find some really funky growth rings: the rabbit, now xylified.

The whole sprawl is a music box, a mechanism performing an esoteric social symphony. Its gears will take you along and you won’t know it.

Those of you who enter Synchronicity, know that its laws are unlike ours. Hidden clockwork powers its citizens, causality… rhymes.

aphenia: (n) seeing sth without recognizing it↵cacophenia: (n) sensory/conceptual overload↵ambiphenia: (n) that which necker cubes produce

Many are covered in snow, meltwater streams through large stone tubes, cows graze on lower roofs in the shadow of huge buttresses,

Scale one of their spires before the morning, sneak past its sleeping protectors, watch and hear thousands of bells ring to greet the sun.

A few hundred years ago, a number of gargoyles went feral in these mountains. They have since converted entire ranges into cathedrals.

Onomants, able to reveal and change true names, are feared by other wizards: Having fire renamed to buttsex badly messes up your fireballs.

you place the seed crystal in the solution, a crystal self-interpenetrating tree grows and in this way computes an answer in gem form

solutio soluta: (n) solution in search for a problem (literally: unbound/free solution)

Watch it for a while and it’ll seep into your mind. Tiny doses help creativity, but any larger and it leaves only a frothing mass of ideas.

A puddle of acid, a shimmering pool of light, an idea, a piece of paper with calculations written on it, a dazzling fractal, a lump of iron,

It is critical to an alkahest’s functioning to constantly dissolve itself into new forms, to find one that can attack or escape the problem.

wherever you go, you share your body with a zombie

Moth wings cause no atmospheric storms, but dream storms: Whole weather systems of infectious nightmares that wander a continent’s minds.

metamorphosis stages of a solar system: opaque cloud, opening eye, spinning lock, closing eye, solved riddle

Like cylinders of a lock, the planets revolve around the sun. Take the key, align them, and it will open to reveal what is behind.

Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but it was lost on us when the beautiful androids the net was extruding began to replace us

nested irises open, each reveals a different color, you’d think the pupil would show up eventually but no, it’s a yellow cat iris this time

To create a hunger golem, take a thousand starving paralyzed rats and a paper slip of names. It won’t rest until the bearers are devoured.

entropy mold has gotten into the vault and the gems are rotting into colorful sand, emitting a peculiar sharp-edged and dusty stench

brightmares of crossing a desert of harsh swirling colors under a blinding sun; parching thirst and sensory overload leave you exhausted

handmade bonsai gods that come in shrines and watch over your household if you feed them enough adoration (the street calls them tamagodchi)

The Pharos Morgana, a saltwater will-o’-the-wisp, lures ships beyond the horizon to feed on their wreckage at the bottom of the waterfall.

He has music-architecture synesthesia and encrypts his plans as sheet music

to still have sailed the seven seas, of which one dried up and one was simply lost, no one remembers where it lay, maps don’t show it

outsite (adj): not on this site

“but auntie, weren’t those full of bigotry, CP spam and unfiltered memetic waste? did you not get mindrot?” “…we managed.”

in some 20 years we’re going to tell the kids in their content siloes how w̲e̲ used to get outsite at night & explore abandoned imageboards

Books hang off the author’s mind, fat and lazy memetic ticks, yet she works tirelessly to feed them. What is it with these authors?

computationalist’s fallacy (n): not pursuing a theory because it doesn’t point to an elegant algorithm (but is it a fallacy?)

Your red pill manifests as the thing you want most: As you attain it, you wonder if you’re dreaming and wake up, just when you’d rather not.

the cybernaiads of the bittorrent that assemble themselves from floating pieces

teardrop naiads, tiny witnesses of tragedy↵blood naiads, often seen after battles, trying to play with the (usually humorless) valkyries

desert naiads of the wadi, years in drysleep, alive only for days at a time↵the oldest naiad, protector of an unnamed creek in australia

the naiads of the thermohaline circulation, huge and powerful whale forms↵the meltwater naiads of greenland, ice bear girls with white fur

As the Jupiter atmosphere probe flies overhead, sentient storms emerge from the cloud cover and jump along its path like dolphins.

scenes of utter depravity↵[zooms onto a furry roleplay chat]↵[subliminal images of a VR gimpsuit]↵[someone self-liking their entire feed]

<news announcer voice> sensory feed addicts, a spam riot in the city forum, glitch whores, kids in low-res neighborhoods huffing memes

this staff is most powerful: made of wood and lightning, both alive, intertwined to wreak creation

He catalogues his thoughts and a periodic system emerges. It is of great help hunting down undiscovered ideas, but he dreads its completion.

the abyss does not judge you or pretend to hide its endless hunger. but that makes it at least one entity that cares about you

strip naked before the abyss and dance under its devouring gaze, revel in the knowledge that it will only have you when you’re dead

Gaze long enough into the abyss, and you will recognize it as your own navel.

The future is set in stone. The past, not so much. Having given up on change, we furiously rewrite history in search for telos and hope.

the earth is really bright today, we need more shadow http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/751742715893809152/photo/1

The mage steps up to the campfire, a roaring column of blue fire ascends and branches out into yellow leaves: The tree stands one last time

A huge fireball, paradoxically both dark and too brilliant to look at. Its edge dissolves everything. We dare each other to dance along it.

We like to visit the part of the city where a nuclear explosion was frozen in time by the city’s glitch-powered missile defense shield.

the mosquitoes here penetrate skulls to suck ideas↵if you swat one, it’ll leave an ink-black smear of words and images on your palm