Stelle Bowed, Your Majesty, I Come From Lone Moon, The Land Of Prophetic Dreams. It Is An Honor To Share

Celestial ceilings

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Rage. In my heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.

2009 a space odyssey

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“Hello, welcome to Lone Moon. It seems you may be in need of guidance in your waking life.” The Pierrot Troll smiled softly. “I can help.”

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"If I Can Be Where You Are" - Enya

'Moon Priestess at Prayer'. Photographed in 1900.

Excalibur (1981) dir.: John Boorman

May add Rennoh Cadrea and Palmia Nasrin soon

Images made with this Picrew

"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.

Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.

Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"

Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

Dogdeer