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Narn Frazi Fighter and T'Loth Heavy Cruiser by Graham Gazzard

[wwwwallpaperssss]

how crazy

is it

to think

the one and only God

who created this

created me.

[bulgarianmotherfucker]

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“Nella vita si può imparare a vivere senza una persona, ma non si impara a dimenticare. Il problema è capire perché una persona manca. Se manca per le cose che faceva, allora sicuramente un altra un giorno potrà prendere il suo posto. Se manca per la sua essenza allora nessuno la potrà mai sostituire”.

-Chi sta male non lo dice (Antonio Distefano)

[frazillity]

I.D.E.A.S:  Entry 1

Welcome to the first news post for IDEAS!  This is meant to be a written record of curious and intriguing things found all across Azeroth (and on worlds beyond).  Although this project is the brainchild of myself, Frazi Fitz Fourthsocket, I’ve extended an open invitation to my guildmates and anyone else in the Azeroth community who would like to contribute.

IDEAS is meant to document all of the small details of the world that are easily overlooked in the daily rush.  Anything that inspires you could be included... be it a book, a scenic view, a hidden grove, a person or creature, or some little secret you’d like to share with others.

For the first IDEAS entry, I decided to use the book that started this whole IDEA in my head... which happens to be found in my favorite place in the world, the Valley of Four Winds in Pandaria.

In the village of Halfhill, there’s an inn called the Lazy Turnip.  It has a great view of the marketplace and farmland and it’s my favorite place to sit and have a drink.  It’s also where I found this amazing book called Old Ri and the Million Souls.

The atmosphere makes for the perfect reading nook, and I highly recommend bringing your favorite Pandaren beer to relax and enjoy a thoughtful read.

Old Ri and the Million Souls

Late one autumn evening, two good friends sat on the deck behind the Lazy Turnip Inn.  Below them slumbered the quiet farming town of Halfhill.  The midnight air was cool to the skin.  A thin misting fog had begun to coat the rolling green hills of the valley below with dew, and the spire of the Imperial Granary stood out as a dark shadow against the brilliant canvas of stars overhead.

An evening of good food and many hours smoking the native herbs had put the two friends in a contemplative mood.

Zhi - the younger and more tightly wound of the two companions - suddenly asked a very pointed question:  “What if none of this is real?”

His old friend Ri, who until now had been leaning back with his hat over his eyes, lifted up the straw brim to peer at his friend.  “A serious question?” he said, his brown eyes gleaming intently.

Zhi swept his arm over the horizon, indicating the whole of the valley.  “What if we are just images, drawn into someone’s painting?” he asked.  He touched the side of his face, gasping.  “What if we are characters in a book!?”

Old Ri hugged his belly with both hands and bellowed a deep, contemplative laugh.  He took the smoking pipe from his friend Zhi and set it aside.

“Behind the eyes sits a person’s soul,” Old Ri answered at last.  “Their essence: the thinking, loving, emotional core of being.  My soul makes me real, as does yours.”

And now Old Ri rose to stand beside his friend.  He put his arm around Zhi’s shoulder and drew his attention to the valley below.  “See there below us, to our right?  The farmer’s market?”  In the cool autumn darkness, the Halfhill Market was like an island of warm yellow light amongst the dark undulating hills.  Colorful flags rippled in the chill breeze, and figures could be seen moving amongst the stalls, buying supplies or bartering the fruits of their labor.  The sound of their voices and laughter, indistinguishable from one another but unmistakably alive, could be heard all the way to the inn.

“Those figures moving about, each of them has a soul,” Old Ri continued.  “And together, we share this space.  Millions of souls, sharing one place together.  Our place!  Halfhill is real, so long as you and I are here together to enjoy it.”  Satisfied, Old Ri returned to his seat and motioned to the innkeeper for another drink.

Zhi lingered at the edge of the patio, resting his weight against the rough timber of a pillar.  He breathed in the cool air, and watched fireflies dart amongst the waving starlit grasses of the fields below.  “Ri,” he said at last.  “Painting or no... if our souls are to share a place, I would share no other with you.”

Old Ri tipped his hat back over his eyes and answered with a warm rumble of agreement.

The sound of crickets mixed with the lively bustle of the market below lulled the two friends back into a blissful silence.

Whenever I begin to feel alone in the world, I like to remember Ri’s wisdom.  We all share this world together.  We all make it real.  Remember to be good to each other!

Love and Light,

~ Frazi

[sa-tren-kana-ghomai-ekeles]

Jum soolpo estmey :///

🤏🥲

[yankeece]

"Come si porta un maglione sformato su un paio di jeans come si sente la voglia di vivere che scoppia un giorno e non spieghi il perché." — Francesco Guccini, Farewell

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