"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it." - M. Shelley, Frankenstein
“It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.” - M. Shelley, Frankenstein
“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” - G. Orwell, 1984
“I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.” G. Orwell, 1984
02-25-2016, 04:49 AM (This post was last modified: 02-06-2017, 06:16 PM by Ru.)
Breed: akhal-teke x thoroughbred
Gender: male
Age: 4
Species: unicorn
Height: 16.0
Horn/Wings/etc: horn & white
Eyes: redish-brown
Mane: clouds
Body: dominant White
Hooves: split & white
Markings: none
Tail: leonine
-- [x] --
Coloration or Design:Saiph has inherited the opposite traits of his father. Whereas he was hot, Saiph is cold. In terms of body structure however, they share similar characteristics. A chiseled head with soft, peach rimmed eyes lead to a pink muzzle. Where the curls of hair should stand at his chin, a cascade of brooding clouds form his beard. But since it is a small accumilation of cloud, his beard often appears as an every rolling wisp. Saiph’s crown is a solid white, and seems to sprout out with a sharpened tip, branch like, haphazard barbs spike up and outward with the same. Long, pinkish ears protrude from his head, where at last his long neck protrudes to meet his slim body.
The stallion has aquired sloping shoulders and deep chest. His back is not as long as his akhal-teke ancestors, but is just about longer than the average thoroughbred. Long legs sport his frame, and propel him, often, at a graceful pace. White hooves are split, along with legs that are ‘feathered’ with a constant supply of puffy, rolling clouds. The same is found along his leonine tail, especially at its ends.
But Saiph’s greatest spectacle appears to be his mane. It is often the site of greatest cloud production. Often, seemingly, rolling out from the hidden crest of his neck. But these clouds are not just simply clouds. Saiph’s body appears to be locked at frigid temperature. Producing clouds that only ever snow, and often, leave a trail of wet behind him.
During the warmer seasons, the clouds will not appear as prominent, and tend to cling to the edges of his body where they are produced. Though his body, having to constantly produce these clouds makes the stallion thirsty far more quicker than the average horse. He has learned to become more tolerant over the course of his young life, but Saiph still finds himself gravitating towards large bodies of water.
Furthermore, he is less tolerant of the summer months and perfectly at ease with the frigid winters.
-- of note: there are several scars that litter his form.
-- [x] --
Personality:Saiph can put on a façade for the world, so long as it protects him from actually caring for people. He is often kind as a stranger, and light humored. He prefers to lighten the situation up, rather than delve too far down towards pessimism. As this stranger he is equally happy to learn of his fellows. At times it is just as rewarding to appear helpful and chivalrous to acquire new allies; but to say that he is truly concerned for those around him misses the mark.
At his center he has already lost much of himself (his former self). Emotions rarely make their way to him, and the world is a very grey, monotone reality for Saiph. Consistent to his nature, however, is his determination, work ethic, and persistence. He does not possess the vision to make more of himself, so he settles by finding someone he believes will use him best.
-- [x] --
History:Saiph was born out of a mother he never knew, because by the will of his powers they killed her instead. Much like his father before him. The constantly cold state of his clouds began to develop days before his birth. It was with the help of his father’s horn that he escaped the womb of his mother, and with the assistance of the herd’s healer Saiph was able to take breath.
But his mother was greatly loved in the unicorn herd. Her death did not bode well with the herd populace. Despite having sired three other foals, his father – a unicorn’s whose blood composed of molten lava – agreed to take the child with him once weaned.
Saiph partially bonded with the nurse mare that was given charge over him. But the children were wary of him, despite the mare’s nurturing attitude. The relationship with his father was not a close one; after his mother’s death, his father rarely saw to him preferring to patrol rather than getting to know his son. At first Saiph did not mind, as long as he had his wet nurse, things appeared bearable and pleasant now and then.
Once weaned, his father called out to him one day. That was the last time he would ever take foot in his birth home. The days ahead of them were silent; his father rarely talked. But they did not stop walking, even when Saiph was sure his legs could go no more, his father pushed them forward regardless. In his young heart, he started to hate his father for everything that had happened up until then.
But then the walking stopped once they had wandered far enough. His father began training him as a fighter, to Saiph’s chagrin. Instead of playing, he spared; and if he wasn’t sparring he was looking for healing herbs and resources, or similarily; spending most of his days moving to build his stamina. The breaks and rest days however appeared tolerable. And despite his father’s silent lips he learned to tolerate such silences. Or he would ask questions of the lessons his father taught him; it appeared to be the only salve that permitted any sort of discussion.
When at last the lessons seemed sparse and few between, one day his father disappeared into the wilderness. There was evidence of his departure. Saiph waited for a week, until he too decided to leave their temporary abode when he was nearly turning three. Purposefully going in the opposite direction of his father’s hoof prints, he wandered along a coastline. Eventually he had wandered far enough into lands that belonged to a society of other, mythical horse creatures.
By chance he was picked up by a group of mercenary type band. Who lived a life solely dedicated to war; heathens who worshiped their god through acts of bloodshed. At first he was treated like a prisoner. And there were many days Saiph was sure he would die. But he pulled through his suffering. Upon seeing his resiliency, Saiph was given a ‘slave’ status. And was pitted against other captured foreigners for sport. Between battles he proved his worth, and was granted access to herd life beyond that of entertainment. After pledging his allegiance to the leader of this group, he followed and obeyed his commands without question.
It was during an invasion that Saiph was captured by the defending herd, among others from his side. As prisoners they were watched and observed, and finally Saiph was brought to one of the herd’s scholars. Who recognized Saiph as a foreigner, and slowly began questioning about him and where he’d come from (among other things). He was later offered a pardon, on the account that he would act as a laborer for the families he had hurt during the invasion (which was later thwarted back).
It had been one of these families that he found himself growing attached to. It would be the first time he enjoyed life – became infatuated, playful and invested in the life he was living. But Saiph had not yet earned his place in this new herd. Technically he was still seen by many of the herd as a disgraceful creature. His rank was below that of a child. So in turn his joy and attachments to the family started to weaken, once he realized that these feelings would not be reciprocated in public. After turning four, his resentment stole his heart away. Having repaid his pardon, he gave thanks and left in the fall.
He resigned himself to wandering the lands, content for having found peace in the quiet (away from people). With only his thoughts to mull over.
-- [x] --
Magic:
Passive Magic | water x light: body is able to produce snow clouds where hair would have otherwise gathered, including mane/forelock, beard, ends of tail and feathering on hooves.
-- Side effects: must consume more amounts of water, less tolerant of hotter climates, cool to the touch
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein</font></blockquote>
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Speech."
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein</font></blockquote></div align=left>
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"My brain connects, from senses to thoughts, from thoughts to the air that charges with plasma and vapor."
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein</font>
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein</font></blockquote>
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein</font></blockquote>
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Speech."
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
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"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein
"Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures." ~ M. Shelley, Frankenstein</font></blockquote></div align=left>
“Who can say if the thoughts you have in your mind as you read these words are the same thoughts I had in my mind as I typed them? We are different, you and I, and the qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe.
And yet, whatever has been lost in translation in the long journey of my thoughts through the maze of civilization to your mind, I think you do understand me, and you think you do understand me. Our minds managed to touch, if but briefly and imperfectly.
Does that thought not make the universe seem just a bit kinder, a bit brighter, a bit warmer and more human?
We live for such miracles.”
―Ken Liu, The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
<font color=787878>“Who can say if the thoughts you have in your mind as you read these words are the same thoughts I had in my mind as I typed them? We are different, you and I, and the qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe.
And yet, whatever has been lost in translation in the long journey of my thoughts through the maze of civilization to your mind, I think you do understand me, and you think you do understand me. Our minds managed to touch, if but briefly and imperfectly.
Does that thought not make the universe seem just a bit kinder, a bit brighter, a bit warmer and more human?
We live for such miracles.”
―Ken Liu, The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
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