#mourning dew

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I've been working on some ideas for a story I want to tell & it's made me do some pixel art :3

the project is called mourning dew (for now anyway)

[kosher-martian]

Wish I could find a bottle of Mtn Dew Pitch Black. So yummy!

Got dew on my mind.

[lutefisk-kingdom]

Eetu Sihvonen, 2024

Oak Wood, 3D printed soy-based resin, paraffin oil, dye

[bluewallsandtallwindows]

The Sound of her Hurricane

Thousands of billions of light years the meteor traveled.

Traveled so fast he was blinding bright orange red

So hot it fuelled his journey

His mission his prophesy

So that he might one day kiss the earth

Kiss her so passionately that maybe his love would never be forgotten

She curved her soil to shelter his smoldering body

Smattered remains of otherworldly debris  

Earth shuddered with the effort it took

The uneasy sound of tectonic plates grinding

She rearranged the land

A barricade of mountains to cool his fire

Gifted to him pretty snow to look up at from his nest in her valley

She swathed their peaks in blankets of clouds

A display of electric longing and apologies and promises

The water ran down the mountain a marathon of her tiny athletes

They washed over his broken bones swept away the last of his fire

The meteor was tired and broken and cold

He could not move he was her prisoner

So he lay there until his body became her terrain

And the Earth, devastated, poured her heart into her rain

Filled a pond at the bottom of the valley

A reminder of the way he looked before he got lost to her elements

Pure and clear and filled with devotion

Her tears were his grave her grass was his tombstone

She swallowed the valley

Packed away the mountains

Stored the clouds in the linen closet

But the wind still howls with the pain of a thousand wolves

And the grass still twinkles with mourning dew

The snow burns with frost hurled by skeletal clouds

And the rivers still tumble into the valley

Veins engraving the breath of him into her walls

The pond has soured and spoiled

Yet thousands of light years away a meteor travels

Hoping to find a place in her beauty

Where the land dips and swells

To the sound of her hurricane

[diamonddeposits]

Copenhagen based  retro synth pink quartet MOTH (Ellisiv L. Berg, Kim W. Anderson, Patrick S. Ringsborg and Rune M. Alexandersen) create solid emotion-laden punk wave with their latest--the gothic and magical Mourning Dew. You can check this tune out above via Bandcamp and download!

[mourningdew-project]

your game looks really pretty so far!! ;v; if it wouldnt spoil anything, could you tell me facts about the characters or places in the game? c:

Certainly!

As far as characters go, there’s a small cast. Elifa and Renia are the only ones I’ve revealed so far.

Elifa is the softspoken and timid daughter of the dryad Matriarch, making her next in line as leader of her people when her mother steps down. Because of her position, she’s a little spoiled and naiive and relies heavily on others, especially Renia. Despite being raised to become the next Matriarch, Elifa fears she won’t be able to lead the dryads as well as everyone expects her to. 

Elifa and Renia grew up together, as there aren’t a lot of dryads in Heartwood, and Renia was the closest one to her age. As part of this, Renia developed a strong desire to protect the timid Elifa. When she took up the bow to learn to hunt, the Matriarch decided to nominate her as Elifa’s bodyguard of sorts. The Matriarch has never been one to lock her daughter away from the world, so she has Renia stay by her side to protect her. However, since they are so close to each other, neither complains about the arrangement.

As for places, the over-arching world is called Yggdrasil, named for both the enormous World Tree at its center, and the goddess of life that lives within it. The game takes place in a (currently unnamed) forest at the base of the World Tree. While the dryads make their home in a village called Heartwood, they are not the only inhabitants of the forest. There are also the Forest Guardians, who each have their own sanctum within the forest. When Yggdrasil created the dryads, she also sent the forest guardians to watch over them.

Just outside the forest lies a small town called Brenhill, where humans live. The population of Brenhill has been steadily increasing, so demand for housing and the like is increasing as well. Desperate for resources aplenty, they turned to the forest for lumber. But the dryads view all plant life as kin, and consider what the humans are doing to be murder.

Because of these different viewpoints, tensions are very high between the two races. As pacifists, both Elifa and her mother fear the worst is yet to come.