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Dotd mask \(n.n)/

Hello Laughing out loud

Would some good soul be willing to cast the DotD mask on my deer?

I'm in the poppy meadow near the old ruins (^u^) White pelt, plume and owl mask (that’s me)

Amazon Rainforest Nearing Savannah “Tipping Point”

Barf!


The Amazon rainforest’s trees may soon die off en masse, researchers warn. According to a 20-year satellite study published yesterday (March 7) in Nature Climate Change, the famous forest is exhibiting signs of poor health that could mean large portions of it will become savannah in the near future. Such an ecological shift could happen quickly, Timothy M. Lenton, a coauthor on the study and a director of the Global Systems Institute at the University of Exeter, tells CNN. “My hunch, for what it’s worth, (is that) it could happen in the space of decades.”


“The Amazon is a custodian of biodiversity and possesses a vital ability to pull in carbon dioxide from the atmosphere, so it is clearly concerning that its health is deteriorating as human-caused deforestation and climate change metes out increasingly potent and harmful impacts on the ecosystem,” University of Reading climate scientist Richard Allan, who was not involved in the study, says in a statement to the Science Media Centre (SMC).

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[fragile things]


Alchemical Construct - body is a brewing pot for potions.
Picto
Can 'consume' ingredients and brew potions for any willing to bring these things to them.

Blood and Remembrance

What is worse in the forest? Imagining the blood in the scenes on the tree bark and grass or the idea of it all. You turn, and there lies lovely deer peacefully playing on mostly green and blue areas. Yet, through your mind's eyes as you prance and walk the terrors and horrors surround you. Is unfair to only observe that without emotion so as to incorporate it in the forest symbolically? I always pondered why the sand soil contained red near the playground. Is somebody's blood spilled unfairly on the ground and the rocks are a place to hide when it is all too much to process. More horrible if not spoken, not drawn is it not? In a deer community another's pain too horrible for that deer to speak can be drawn, acted out or spoken by another. Or like fawns do turned into play. Yet though a deer is gone others remember and mention when they come back or go the graveyard and refresh the memory. Art and deer live on in the forest.

familiar

*blood warning
introduction to a character.

All Those Invisible Horrors

The empty void I see when I hurry past the open well fills me with horror, more than once I’ve had to rediscover that the nightmares which plague me in daydream just cannot be thwarted. If ever I sleep, it is thick and dark, and if too I dream I remember nothing.

Sometimes the work of my own imagination sprouts legs and runs after me… others’ imagines have been commenced at times, but then abandoned in my brain. Nobody but me is as skilled in the craft of self-induced terror (then again if otherwise it wouldn’t be self-induced at all). Nobody understands it in the way that I do.

All those invisible horrors.

The monstrous trees give me safety and their shadows whisper words of comfort. Outside, here, the air is filled with the fragrance of something more

the moonlight floods my body with a ghostly warmth, unlike any cold white light inside here ever could.

I lean towards it closer, clinging to the edges of the rock til morning.

Incantations



Invite the forest for a dance, oh, most vile creature. Scorch the ground with your black acid, turn living into death. Inorganic, bitter soil lay in your wake, as you, unstoppable, are a moving helix, leaving no ground untouched, no body unseen and not predated. See all other as other, you, against the world, an innate opposition whose humor is to always mirror the inverse. The inverse, but always worse, no sliver of good or true, or neutral for the matter. Satiate that need, the tendency to torture.

Dance with this boulder - stoic and intentionless who is too, kin of insects and smaller pests, sear its skin, rake its mane, do as you please. Play your game, and the tolerance of matter, because you are weaker than the inevitable. The still that you stir up, it revolves and finds its place once again.

You are merely motion.

The Red Line has appeared

A deer while romping around the forest can enjoy the palette of green, blue, and grays as they stroll along. Occasionally, a splash of a stellar color will tickle the senses as one bounces by either by flower, mask, or those lovely big red antlers on some deer prancing boldly.

In the distance, one sees massive gray rocks behind the twin gods. A stroll toward the green palette suddenly ends into blood-red ground. Where green vegetation meets the blood-red soil will be the red line. Many ancient deer sit upon the horizontal gray playground rock observing all who cross the red line. Some ancient deer descend on the rock palette nearby. The atmosphere there is not always playful. No amount of bouncing can sway those ancient deer into play. Instead, you find yourself suddenly sitting.

If a deer explores the area enough called the playground Mother-like rocks to form a circle with a red middle, an enclosure. If a deer sits there they sink into the ground as if a grave while the ancient ones look on. Birds even swoop at the deer. So some of the spells that open other realms also serve for entrance into red line hidden areas. Many deer herds will be there sometimes while one or two deer sit much. Get up and then suddenly sit again.

The largest squarish boulder with the ramp one can enter but if surrounded by the other deer an event has occurred. Most deer go play elsewhere. Coming to the playground from the slightly hilled forest across the plain will not let one sneak in. Those ancient deer know your presence. Whole groups will walk up the rock and sit often in line along either side of an ancient deer.

The red line also begins to appear in the art in the forum in many creative ways. Dripping red line on hides, eyes, tattoos, and surrounding background. No one ever talks about it till today. The red line moved into text, into the chat of the forest.

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the late spring leaves shudder outside,
the shutters rattle in the wind,
the sky the same grey as before.
my feet are covered in dirt, nails
grow long, untrimmed. i sharpened them
a little while ago, when i thought
a partner sat along my side.
they may have been the wind, un-licked
lips parted for a kiss present
wherever i stray with weak legs.
spring is closing before its--
my affection has stopped its
lingering for an imagined
life among my love. this is a
life where they hug my quiet sighing.
this is a curse because it repeats.

Programmer Deer sharing a code

In case you have csv files and due to events or just life need to organize or move things to the cloud

A regular csv file with Python can convert to Python language and you can manipulate data

CSV looks like this
Rank,Country,Gold,Silver,Bronze,Total
1,United States,39,41,33,113
2,China,38,32,18,88
3,Japan,27,14,17,58
4,Great Britain,22,21,22,65
5,ROC,20,28,23,71
6,Australia,17,7,22,46
7,Netherlands,10,12,14,36
8,France,10,12,11,33
9,Germany,10,11,16,37
10,Italy,10,10,20,40


With dictwriter command in Python
import csv

medals_table = [
{'country': 'United States', 'gold': 39, 'silver': 41, 'bronze': 33, 'rank': 1},
{'country': 'China', 'gold': 38, 'silver': 32, 'bronze': 18, 'rank': 2},
{'country': 'Japan', 'gold': 27, 'silver': 14, 'bronze': 17, 'rank': 3},
{'country': 'Great Britain', 'gold': 22, 'silver': 21, 'bronze': 22, 'rank': 4},
{'country': 'ROC', 'gold': 20, 'silver': 28, 'bronze': 23, 'rank': 5},
{'country': 'Australia', 'gold': 17, 'silver': 7, 'bronze': 22, 'rank': 6},
{'country': 'Netherlands', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 12, 'bronze': 14, 'rank': 7},
{'country': 'France', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 12, 'bronze': 11, 'rank': 8},
{'country': 'Germany', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 11, 'bronze': 16, 'rank': 9},
{'country': 'Italy', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 10, 'bronze': 20, 'rank': 10},
]
def sort_key(d: dict) -> str:
return d['country']


columns = ['country', 'gold', 'silver', 'bronze', 'rank']

filename = 'country_medals.csv'
with open(filename,'w', encoding='utf-8', newline='') as output_file:
writer = csv.DictWriter(output_file, fieldnames=columns, extrasaction= 'ignore')
writer.writeheader()
# for row in medals_table:
# writer.writerow(row)
writer.writerows(sorted(medals_table, key= sort_key))


Where the hash tags are you can take off the last line and it does it a different way on a separate file
you load a csv file and then create a Python file
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