hic sunt leones by Sensenstahl [web]
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// /// /// /// /// /// /// hic sunt leones /// /// [ at the edge of the world ] /// /// /// /// a 256b intro by sensenstahl /// /// /// /// % % /// /// % % f o r r e s e t k a n i 2 o 1 3 % % /// /// % % % % /// /// % % % % /// /// % % code: sensenstahl % % /// /// % % % % /// /// % % /// /// /// /// respect to ind / rrrola / fqrt / yolp /// /// orbitaldecay / digimind / lce and all /// /// s i z e c o d e r s /// /// /// /// /// /// /// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// /// /// our little protagonist is searching for an answer: what is the meaning of /// /// life? he can't find it in his daily environment, not in his dreams, not in his /// /// creativity, not in natures beauty and not in relationships to other people. /// /// he feels like a wanderer between silence and blindness always trapped between /// /// euphoria and apathy. /// /// /// /// one day he stumbles upon a myth about the edge of the world. somehow he hopes /// /// to find his answer at this unknown place or at least some hint where to search /// /// for the truth. he has to hope and to believe because he feels so tired inside; /// /// like decaying. he feels like an empty shell, like someone who can only wait to /// /// get older; there is nothing more to expect. /// /// /// /// traveling old paths he almost can't see uncertainy walks by his side like some /// /// loyal friend. he does not know what lies ahead and with every step he takes he /// /// asks himself about his expectations and the possible concequences of this long /// /// walk. /// /// /// /// after marching through uncounted days and nights he notices the smell of the /// /// sea mixed with the odour of flowers and humid soil from giant ancient woods. /// /// the light of this new dawn finally is guiding him to the edge of the world. so /// /// he walks towards this long desired place exhausted and also very doubtful. /// /// will there be an answer? will his life become more than a cage? /// /// /// /// and then he arrives at this furthest point, at the end, at the edge of the /// /// world. above him the clear sky kissed by the colors of the dawn, in front of /// /// him everything vanishing in the distance while the ocean of chaos lies below /// /// the cliff; it is the ocean of chaos where everything we know came from. /// /// /// /// but there is nothing. only the sound of the wind, the beautiful smell and the /// /// warm light of the rising sun on his skin. only loneliness dwells at this old /// /// place. no hope for a new life, no answer, no love. so our little protagonist /// /// makes a decision instead of going back to his gray life fill of depression, /// /// tears and self-hate: he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and flies like /// /// an eagle in the mind's eye while his body sinks into the open arms of the /// /// ocean of chaos - where everything started and everything will end. /// /// /// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// /// /// % /// /// % % /// /// % % /// /// % 256 % /// /// % % /// /// % % /// /// % /// /// /// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// /// /// /plus includes the steps of the intro and /plus2 contains entries to 2 other /// /// compos at resetkani (photo and handmade/pixel) just for fun (= /// /// /// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////eof
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