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1563, The Fountain of Neptune in Bologna, italy
Detail with a Lactating Mermaid on a Dolphin.
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1563, The Fountain of Neptune in Bologna, italy
Detail with a Lactating Mermaid on a Dolphin.
long time no Art :) hi everyone, I’m back in business 😊
*Honkai Star Rail has been rotting my brain with its lore, and all I can think about is how well pre-corrupted Shadow Milk (Fount of Knowledge) would go with a reader who was similar to The Herta.*
Here me out here
The reader is a librarian for an academy that rivals the academy The Fount of Knowledge works at. Reader only took the job since rarely are librarians bothered by anyone. One day the FOK goes to visit this academy with the intent of teaching a couple of classes along with answering questions there for a few days.
The reader hears the news of this and sees an opportunity to meet what can basically be considered the living embodiment of a concept. However the reader not wanting to leave their current project to listen in on these classes sends out one of their mechanical dolls to go listen in. He notices it on the third day of him giving out lectures while answering questions and decideds to send one of his rabbits to follow the readers doll. When he first lays his eyes on the library he is instantly intrigued by all the mechanical dolls you've placed around to do your job while you're up in your massive clock tower that sits dead center in the wall of the library. For the remaining days he has he takes every single break he gets to go to the library in hopes of meeting you and talking to your dolls. And finally, when he gets to see the real you, he's left in awe of you. A cookie who isn't immortal yet has surpassed their own limits time and time again. If he was an ordinary cookie, you might have just blown him off without a second thought, but he was the definition of knowledge, and that was enough to convince you to allow him easy entrance into your domain to chat with you.
"Your discoveries are beyond what any mortal cookie I've ever met has ever found. I don't quite understand why you wouldn't want to share this with other cookies."
"Why would I? Sure, sometimes if I'm feeling generous, I'll write something down and leave it out for them to take, dissect, and solve. However, unlike you, I have no intention of being seen as a fountain."
"Oh?"
"Yes. That small but major difference between you and me is what sets us apart. You go and learn the truth with the intention to share it with every cookie you meet, while I go and learn the truth with the intention to simply expand the endlessly widening circle of knowledge."
"..."
"To put it more simply and shortly. You are knowledge in its purest form, while I'm... erudition, a form of knowledge, if that makes sense."
"...I see."
Live laugh Madame Herta is a priceless Gem. Hope you enjoyed my yap sesh
𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Honestly I wonder how would the FOK Would view the genius society in general if he ever learned about them, would he hate them for their radical ways–ruan mei is by far the standard genius in the organization, and he would honestly hate how they would do things.
The reader would feel disappointed yet expected when FOK become shadow milk, she already expected it yet still carried a tiny hope that FOK would not fall.
Imagine shadow milk meets the reader after thousands of years, during the beast yeast chapter.
She tried to teach that the path he walks on cost dearly and he would continue, in the end he lost himself and virtue.
Imagine if you know the song ruthlessness by epic the musical
A Greek who reeks of false righteousness That's what I hate 'Cause you fight to save lives But won't kill and don't get the job done I mean, you totally could have avoided all this Had you just killed my son But no
I could imagine the reader or another genius member would point out how FOK's journey is complete against what nous would want because similar towards Dr ratio, the reason why Dr ratio wasn't accepted by nous was simply because "he was too nice" to be a genius. The genius society isn't measured at how smart you are but by how far will you go for knowledge. Not to mention, FOK might have a chance to be a polka kakamond victim.
( I hope I don't mischaracterize any of them because it's been so long since I played crk )
"No matter what you look like I will always love you."
In all honesty I really loved drawing this. This took me days but I loved every moment of it. Also shading I tried to keep it minimal so I hope you like it regardless ^^
i dunno i think thats how their meeting would look like
The Fountain of Knowledge
The Fountain of Knowledge.
When dawn awakens the forest bright,
The Goddess smiles in the morning light.
Within her hands the Triquetra gleams,
While living water flows in silver streams.
From the sacred pool the clear brook flows,
Giving life wherever it gently goes.
It feeds the fern and the ancient tree,
A timeless song of harmony.
Beneath the hazel's leafy shade,
A golden hazelnut slowly swayed.
A silver salmon leapt on high,
To seize its wisdom from the sky.
The Awen falls like a gentle breeze,
To bless the bard beneath the trees.
The forest remembers the ancient way,
And the soul is reborn with the newborn day.
Triad of Water
Three gifts are given by Water: Life, Purity, and Peace.
Triad of the Hazel
Three treasures grow upon the Hazel: Knowledge, Memory, and Inspiration.
Triad of the Salmon
Three paths are known by the Salmon: Wisdom, Patience, and the Return to the Source.
Druid Hoc'hGouez-Nerzhus
The Fountain of the Three. Mysteries
Welsh bardic version
Before the Blackbird greets the Sun,
Before the Mist departs the oaks,
The Lady of Stone raises the Circle,
And the Water is born from Silence.
None knows the name of that Water.
It comes neither from rain,
Nor from rivers,
But from the First Word.
It flows without haste,
Seeking the roots that still remember.
The moss listens.
The stones answer.
The wind falls silent.
Where the Hazel bends its boughs,
Nine nuts ripen unseen.
Only one falls.
Only one is called.
Then the Ancient One of the Deep
Breaks the mirror of the waters.
Without a sound, he receives the fruit,
And the current becomes memory.
Who sees has not understood.
Who understands does not speak.
Who drinks from the Source
Hears the Awen before the song.
For the Circle endures,
The Water endures,
The Salmon endures.
And the one who returns to the Origin
Never comes back wholly unchanged.
Triad of Water
Three faces are borne by the Water:
it is born without beginning,
it nourishes without asking,
and it always returns to the Unseen.
Triad of the Hazel
Three silences are kept by the Hazel:
the silence of the Seed,
the silence of Memory,
and the silence of the Word not yet born.
Triad of the Salmon
Three paths are known to the Salmon:
the path that descends,
the path that abides,
and the path that returns to the Source where all wisdom awaits.
Druid Hoc'hGouez-Nerzhus
The existential dread of being loved in your entirety.
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