Pixel art for today based on videogame Final Fantasy Mystic Quest for game console Super Nintendo. Role playing game. And magical mystical adventure. Magic ball already is shaking. And it turns you in a land of magic. And sorcery. A huge world. Crystals of magic. Crystal of harmony. And amazing creatures. Such as dragons, slimes, skeletons. So, it is again, it is so interesting what kind of game is it!
And this is my drawing based on Final Fantasy Mystic Quest (SNES). Tale is going about a princess. Which need to find a stone of creation. Which was lost in kingdom. And it is a time to left the kingdom. And start to travel. About lands of nearest territories.
Here, you will find a new friends. And see most different monsters. Which lives at the plains, swamps and sands. To see dungeons. Which lead you somewhere far and far. You can find amazing treasure. To find a path of magic. And together with new friends. Princess can start to understand. What the way so valuable stone has disappeared one day.
So, already, you find out some things. In a nearest lands. It is not about a point are they kingdoms or not. So, there it is also about same stones. Stones of harmony, stone of rain. Sphere of stars. All of these - disappeared. Something is happened with the world. Someone from sailors see huge crabs and octopus in the oceans. They attack ships. So, something like this almost never to happen before. There are more often to whirlpool. And hurricanes. And tropical storm smash all the fisherman’s villages. At the shoreline. All around the beach it is a magical strong wind is blowing. Something like it is starting a hurricane.
Here at the plains, and more distance from the sea. It is more calm. So here in the inn where you stay. Here in a basement start to appear packs of rats. And someone suggest you to deal with hem. Well, if you of course introduce yourself as a searcher for adventures. No one knows here that you are a princess from a near kingdom. And elf archer and warrior human already want to join you. And start adventure together! Travel together! Frog come. Clever frog. Healer. He can heal. Frogs ask to join a team! Frog dreams to see the ocean!! With such friends – in a road!
Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.
To Eönwë, herald of Manwë, owner of my blackened, petrified heart and soul.
My sweet bird,
Please accept my apologies for the soot and the ashes staining my haphazard confession—I must burn this letter as soon as I’m done writing, as I have no way of getting it to you safely and I can’t let it fall into the hands of any who’d wish you harm.
Isn’t it funny that there should be no trustworthy messenger for an irreproachable herald such as you and no dutiful foot soldier willing to accomplish in my name the humble service I fulfil so unerringly every day? Don’t we deserve better?
Despite all that has happened lately, I still remember how fond you ever were of new, exciting sights and novel experiences, so I yearn to tell you about the paradise of exile.
No doubt, your Master speaks of flight and cowardice—exaggerating the squalor and misery in which he surmises we must be duly writhing—and you’ll flinch violently in a valiant effort to dissimulate the instinctive reaction of your generous essence.
Worry not, my dove, for Endórë is beautiful. Wild, churning, alive, it is blooming with potential and progress!
I know that you’ve always been frightened of anything boundless—be that the land or the extent of my affection for you—but you must believe me when I swear that I’m happy here.
There are warm springs like pools of precious tears, shed by an unseen power deep within the belly of this foreign land, and I often visit them and think of you.
Also, I have a favourite spot—high upon the jagged cliffs, overlooking the seemingly endlessly vast terrain—in which I like to sit, imagining you tumbling through the crisp, cool air in unbridled joy.
After an eternity of stale mediocrity within the golden cage of the Blessed Realm, I revel in the sharpness of this unconquered world which bends and bows to my will like nought I’ve ever known before except your pliable, sensuous flesh.
Of course, you’d probably scoff at the asseverations of a deserter and traitor, but, Eönwë, my love, I truly am convinced that you could love this savage realm of prospects and perils—it was made for you, and I sorely regret that you can’t be here with me.
It would be despicably wrong of me to now claim that I miss you, wouldn’t it?
Irrevocable and grievous choices have been made, and we both need to accept the consequences. Were those not your parting words?
You shan’t ever receive this missive, written in the blood of one who’s paid his morally dubious or even reprehensible freedom by sacrificing his true love, and so I don’t hesitate to confess that I have hope still.
Brighter than the flame within Arda, more enduring and endless than the Void, my faith expands to caress your soft face once more.
Maybe, one day, we shall be reunited again. Until then, I’ll see you in every starlit night sky and feel you in every stormy breeze.
I’ve lied, my sweet, righteous beloved, for my felicity shall never be anywhere near complete or satisfying in your absence.
Thus, I’ll work harder in the ruthless, selfish pursuit of my most intimate wish: getting you here, by any means necessary.
