Seraphim visited Yorkshire today…
… the sim is beautiful, with a pond, a train, and various buildings…
… but it was the stunning sky…
… and gorgeous, wild meadow that Seraphim loved.
Month: August 2019
FaNg Sanctuary Island
Seraphim visited FaNg Sanctuary Island, today. She expected a dark, goth/vampire type place, and that’s what it was, initially…
… it’s billed as the ‘best swamp in Second Life’, so Seraphim headed away from the castley bits, looking for the swamp area… she’d set the recommended windlight, and really liked the old master, oil paint-like colours the light highlighted. She found the swamp, but kept going…
… the forest, in it’s rich, oil-colour hues, was beautiful… she kept exploring…
… and was genuinely surprised to find this idyllic stream and forest glade…
… she hadn’t really expected this kind of old-world forest beauty…
… the place was gorgeous, in a dark kind of way, as if Hansel and Gretel might come round the bend in the trail, having just escaped the cannibal witch…
… but that didn’t happen, she had all this beauty to herself.
VARACDAN008
Seraphim went to the latest eBento event, today, and bought a gorgeous little dance called, incredibly provocatively: VARACDAN008…
… she’s been practising it almost non-stop since she got it…
… because it’s just the cutest little dance she’s ever bought…
… and it makes her feel wonderful…
… so she’s just a dancing fool…
… currently.
Beautiful Desolation
Whenever Seraphim visits an ‘event’, if there is one, she always checks out the surrounding area, ever the explorer… she visited the ‘Flourish’ event, this morning, then checked it’s surrounding landscape… which was a beautiful gem called ‘Cooper River’. The uplands were quite lush, in a dry, desert-palette way…
… but the lowlands were just plain empty…
… in a beautiful, desolate kind of way that spoke of dead-end stories…
… and meaningless liaisons…
… in a place everyone would rather forget.
Tee’s Museum
Seraphim took Zoey to see Tee’s new project, today. It’s a deliciously creepy, Twilight Zone-like ‘museum’, dedicated to the ‘statuefication’ of, apparently, hapless victims…
… there is a suspicious purple mist outside, that seems responsible for immobilising several innocent bystanders, and turning them into plastic mannequins… Zoey was very nervous, but Seraphim is basically fearless, and promised to protect her kitten, which helped calm Zoey a bit…
… inside there were many lovely dolls and mannequins…
… all very shiny and freshly-moulded looking… Zoey stayed very close to Seraphim…
… out the back, there was a lovely garden… Zoey relaxed a bit, when Seraphim pointed out that all these ones actually were just innocent statues…
… they both agreed the place was creepy with fairly obvious sexual overtones… just like most horror stories.
Seri Loves Zoey
Seraphim has her baby back…
… all she wants to do, is kiss her, and cuddle her…
… gently stroke her soft ears, and listen to her purr.
300 Year Stare
Seraphim has finished her second Alita painting. It took a bit longer than she thought it would… there was a lot of colour blending involved. As always, she could keep polishing it, but decided it was time to stop, while it still looked like a painting.
The Lost Cat
Yesterday, Seraphim went to the little house she built for her and Zoey, to water the plants. She’s not spent much time there, since Zoey vanished, and since she moved all Zoey’s stuff into the shed…
… she noticed the lights were on, and was just thinking she must have forgotten to turn them off, when she heard a familiar purring…
… she turned in dis-belief to the pink pod-chair, just inside the door, and there, curled up and purring in her sleep…
… was an exhausted, but very happy, Zoey. Seraphim just about burst out crying… instead, she said ‘Hello, sleeping beauty’, which instantly woke Zoey, who sprang out of the chair to hug her Mistress… ‘Where the fuck have you been, baby?’ asked Seraphim, standing back to look at her lost girl…
… Zoey explained that, due to her human’s router being faulty, she had been stuck outside the cyber-door to SL, scratching and yowling for nearly two months, trying to get back to Seraphim, and she was sooo sorry she’d caused her Mistress such hurt…
… the two of them talked for a long time, Seri saying she knew it must have been just as hard for Zoey, being shut out in cyberspace all that time, but that it would take a while for Seraphim to come right, having gone so long not knowing where her kitten had gone, or why, or if she’d ever see her again. Zoey said she totally understood that, and was fine with it, as long as she got kisses to make up for the ones she’d missed out on for the last two months. Seraphim said that sounded ok to her, and kissed her baby.
Dreaming of Home
Seraphim knows she is ancient, she is immortal, she is from another planet. But she doesn’t know where. She was only a child of 1000 years, when she was accidentally transported here… because of her physiology, that meant her mind was barely active, so she didn’t really think beyond killing to eat, and certainly not about her origins, or very existence, or about why there was always only her. That was a long time ago, now. She doesn’t know where she came from, but her body does. Things like the sky at Erebus Harbour get trapped in her body’s memory, and her body throws them up as the canvas of dreams when she sleeps, and she dreams about distant galaxies and spiral nebula… and a sentient planet, calling to her, across the vast distance of time and space.
Erebos Harbour
Seraphim explored Erebos Harbour today. Starting at an eerily deserted harbour, under an uneasy, leaden sky, she walked through the main gate…
… into the equally deserted village. On the hill, she could see an old observatory, with birds wheeling in circles above it… she decided to see what was there…
… she made her way up muddy paths, and over-grown steps, through an old garden of animal statues… the whole place had a disquieting aura of decaying eccentricity…
… at last, she came to the observatory, which was atop a planetarium… both had long fallen into ruin…
… like most ruins, there wasn’t much to see, inside, apart from the signs of time’s passage on the works of men…
… but, from a dangerously unstable deck, beside which hung a ludicrously unlikely bed platform…
… she had a good view of the gate she’d initially come through.
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