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× 🍋🍊🦠🔬 penicillium hugs.

it's safe to say she is enjoying her time (๑'ᵕ'๑)

For now, here's some of my favorite pictures I've taken in Sky, I hope you like them too! For the pictures with my friend, I'm the shorter one.

I'll hopefully be doing more drawing this week, so I hope to have something to post next week.

Happy Pride Month and Days of Color!! 🤍🩷🩵🤎🖤❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Tom’s log, twenty three Seasons, Cycle 50,436.

Much has happened since I began my recent journeys. There is much knowledge that I have gained… and yet there is much pain and hurt given that I cannot take back. While the Spirits are often simple and single-minded… they are still Here. They do not deserve interrogation. They do not deserve harassment. They are filled with memories, and memories and trust are a sacred precious thing. In some cases, I have learned this far too late. People, even those who are so different than us, are not just puzzles for us to solve.

Despite my mistakes, and my transgressions, I have still learned new things. Many of the more thoughtful Spirits love to discuss hypotheticals. Philosophical questions. Psychology of soul formation and development.

And then, with all of the Spirits, we can learn much from how they say they feel. Some of them are terrified of the Darkness, while some of them seem to have found peace with its presence, or even acceptance of it as a crucial part of our world!

But yet: sometimes their feelings and opinions of certain topics is strange. The Spirits… don’t seem to ever *hate* each other. There is no conflict too jarring; no disagreement too large. The skychildren, plagued by Indifference and Disconnection due to the influence of the Void, quarrel and fight and shun and outcast each other endlessly. I have been on the receiving end… and been the one to hurt others. This happens due to a process I’ve named “psychology”. Our identities form and grow rapidly from the moment we are born into the world, and we never stop growing our born-into identity or new social identities, for all of the time we are here and Present. This identity that I grow is synonymous to something I’ve been calling “Ego”. When our Identities clash with one another, we will want to take control of the situation, and eliminate the conflict. This is why we end up fighting with each other. And erasing each other’s Stars from our Sky.

But the Spirits… do not seem to have an Ego. They do not seem to clash with each other. It is almost as if they are unable to hate anymore. Sometimes, they don’t even really seem to see each other. Much less us.

They often wander around with their minds in their own little worlds, and it can be difficult to get the attention of any such idling Spirit.

Some of the other skychildren think they aren’t seeing what we see. That perhaps they see us as fellow Ancestors. Imagine that; them living among us believing that the world never ended and nothing fell apart. To be living as a Spirit, completely immersed in a forever fever dream.

I worry that as I reach further and deeper truths, I will not be able to bear it. Though I have endured previous bouts of my own insanities, my Flame is weaker than ever, and my friends few. I must do my best not to succumb. There is no need to sleep. Not just yet.

hosting another magma session from today until the end of june! going with the theme of pride for both canon and original characters :) but anything sky is fair game

Tom’s log, twenty three Seasons, Cycle 50,421.

The Spirits are strange. They seem to know far more about what we are doing here than we do. From when we first arrived, many of them seemed to not even be surprised to see us after we save them. They direct us to strange goals with confidence, as if they already know what we ‘need’ to do. They do not tell us why we need to go, and we can’t seem to pry it from them when we ask. They seem unable to tell us why we are to do these things, and can only explain what. I have asked the Steward many questions, and every time I am met with variations of “Not everything can make sense for now.”

The Steward is frustrating. All of them are so frustrating to talk to. They prattle on asking about how *I’m* doing; how *I’m* feeling. They tell me to go be with my friends. They tell me that there’s no use in being so worried about these things. It seems everybody tells me that these days. That there’s no point in chasing shadows. That the Light will provide.

Their favorite phrase, also used by the Rhythm and Nesting guides, is “All we can do is wait.” It’s as if this is all set in stone. Perhaps fate. Foretold. We are enacting out a grand plan, and these Spirits are the shepherds herding us along the path, never giving us the full picture. Perhaps, like shepherds with their manatees, they believe that we will not be able to comprehend the larger plan. Perhaps this is to prevent overwhelm amongst the millions of skychildren that have appeared over time. Perhaps this is to keep us complacent as they lead us to worse slaughter than they already have. Perhaps they truly don’t know how it all ends yet themselves, and can only see a little bit further down the path than we.

“Perhaps.”

Strangely enough hypotheticals have proven to be the key.

The Ancestors may not be able to tell us “the answers”, but perhaps what they can offer is indirect insight.

If they won’t just let us know the answers, I will solve all of this myself. The clues are there, even in what they say.

I will continue my research. I will learn more. I have to.

Memories upon memories..

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

I say as everyone has already posted about this celebration and I'm the only idiot who didn't do it til today

I'm veeeeery sorry for the delay, but I have been busy with the last days of school and work (I have to work during summer to complete school duties), euuughhh

I'm happy I managed to make something about this very important time of the year tho! As an aroace, I'm so glad I had some time to do this!

So, again, happy pride everyone! I hope you spend this month and your whole lives honoring who you truly are and love! Weheeeei

I made this digital art of some of my Sky ocs who belong in the lgbt+, here is some info about their sexualities and identities

If you're wondering why there are so many yellow shades, it's because all these colors I'm using to represent my Sky ocs are a representation of their souls and cores. All the yellows can have various meanings about personalities or nature, so they are different, even if they come from the same original tone.

Ocs and some yapping about them below the cut

this took so so long for me to post

Tom’s log, twenty three Seasons, Cycle 50,394.

Both the daily and seasonal presence and interactions with Spirits has direct correlation with the quests they give to us. Quests of seemingly… varying degrees of importance. The evidence shows us that these quests are not primarily for their benefit. These quests are primarily for us. Take the candlemaker’s request to forge a candle, for example. He does not request this candle from us, but rather only wished that we forge one at all!

Most quests seem to not benefit the Spirit whatsoever, and often simply asks that we experience or practice one aspect of life or another; here in the world of Sky.

“Ride on a manta”

“Charge your Light”

“Collect pieces of Light”

“Meditate in the realms”

Why? Is this mere busywork? If unfamiliar with the mechanisms of our world, these quests don’t seem to hold any importance whatsoever. They are not contributing to the Aviary’s supply of colored lights for potion and spell making. They do not keep the Spirits memories alive and fresh in the Cycle of souls. They do not maintain the growth of Darkness across the realms. So what is the point?

Yet again, they seem to simply request that we have these experiences. They just want us to go out into the world and appreciate a multitude of aspects of life. So simple, yet so intriguing. Is this their task after they were reborn? Or do they do this out of free will and longing to care for us? Their intentions are just as vaguely shrouded as the mechanics of their origin. Sometimes I fear that we will never understand them. But I also know that we probably don’t need to. I will trust in the process. And I will keep hugging the Steward and waving to the Candlemaker.

[End of Shared Memory 🔷]

)) Blood Fog ((