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With gritty action and realistic science, Peter Watts brings to life a dark and vivid world.
In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
Where human eyes have never seen, where human beings have never been, I build a world of abstract dreams, and I wait for you.
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.
WE SEEK A WORLD IN WHICH THERE IS ROOM FOR MANY WORLDS
Out of our deepest memories come the forgotten forms of the past,
given new life by the living sentience of an ancient and eternal forest.
A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world.
The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silvery landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably.
It was a world I'd never been to and yet had known was there all along, one I'd staggered to in sorrow and confusion and fear and hope. A world I thought would both make me into the woman I knew I could become and turn me back into the girl I'd once been.
invasion by night
black beyond black
Life was full of lost worlds. You could travel miles of twisting roads and think you're far away from all you know and suddenly stumble on the scrap of one.
The last wandering
Juliette had somehow crossed an uninhabitable void, had gone from one universe to another, was possibly the first ever to have done so, and here was a graveyard of foreign souls, of people just like her having lived and died in a world so similar and so near to her own.
Toyland, toyland ... once you pass its portals you may never return again.
1. Shadow of Legends
I like the idea about somewhere there being a world ... somewhere there's a world that I don't know about. But also, that somewhere, there was once something that disappeared.
Our present world contains clues ... to another world-a world which we can begin to experience now, but will only know in all its fullness at the end of things.
Take us to the in-between,
Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.
And time rushes by, unseen.
Take us to the infinite night,
Where up is down, and left is right,
And dark vanquishes light.
Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.
A sequel that will exist just for us
caduto in terra - piece of heaven fallen to earth. They
Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.
The world is calling, it's now or neverland.
There is something magical about losing yourself in a world that doesn't exist.
The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void.
Peter
Swirling dreams
Dragons knew
Touching life to win
Deep inside many other worlds
Where should we begin?
An infinite, inscrutable blackness has annihilated sight! Where is our universe? All crumbled away from us; and we, adrift in chaos, may hearken to the gusts of homeless wind, that go sighing and murmuring about in quest of what was once a world!
Words are worthless. How can you describe the other worlds?
There is a Shadow World, like our own but different, existing alongside ours but never touching. Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else.
What the winners of finite games achieve is not properly an afterlife but an afterworld, not continuing existence but continuing recognition of their titles.
Beyond the edge of universe,
there's a kind of real darkness ...
where even the light gone astray.
I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window. ... Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.
The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born; now is the time of monsters
In time so long ago begins our play, In war-torn galaxy far, far away.
You couldn't think of after, you only thought of now, and come to think of it, you didn't do that either -- you were left with pools of memory, each stranded from the next by time pulling forward like a tide.
A convoluted noir infused extravaganza clogged with humans but also a bizarre cluster of unique creatures and provocative human chimeras customized via genetic manipulation and body augmentation, a reverie of alluring cultural ferment and cyberdelic imagery making a grand display
They Open A Door And Enter A World
There is a world inside the world.
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.
life before the monster
A man who had destroyed an indifferent world in order to recreate it again in his head, this time with new colours, new characters, new stories.
Human minds yield helplessly to the suction of story. No matter how hard we concentrate, no matter how deep we dig in our heels, we just can't resist the gravity of alternate worlds.
the shadows may come and engulf your world, but if you look hard enough you'll always see that spark in the abyss leading you back to the light and the next adventure waiting to be had
existing simultaneously in the World of Minecraft. One timeline was of "Gang of Ninjas" and other was of "Minecraft Agent". Many centuries ago, Dark Lord who is the supreme Master of dark energy, lost its most powerful warrior "Vertigo".
A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide.
Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.
So many worlds, so many wonders.
Let us depart instead for the fields of Dreams and wander those blue, romantic hills where stands the abandoned tower of the Supernatural, where cool mosses clothe the ruins of Idealism. Let us, in short, indulge in a little fantasy!
The fantasy world, the 'Game of Thrones' world, the forgotten realms worlds - they're the type of worlds I've always wanted to live in. Where vampires, dragons, dwarves and elves are real.
There are no more worlds to conquer!
The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse Light after light goes out. One evil star, Luridly glaring through the smoke of war, As in the dream of the Apocalypse, Drags others down.
I always like worlds where you could be in several different time periods.
Humans without humanity, war_torn world for eternity
The real world dissolved and I was free to drift in fantasy, living a thousand lives, each one more powerful, more accessible, and more real than my own
The enchanted world arising out of the dim mists of the past, into which he just stepped, quivered-and disappeared.
One day the play ends and the screen goes blank. There is nothing. Everything returns to its original formlessness - and then another dream begins.
There is another world, and it is in this one.World-- Paul Eluard
into the quiet dark
What about life after death?" "What about death after life after death?
This then will be the shape and the feel of the world: an abandoned shell, signs of old life, curious animals wandering in and out of ruins, the wilderness crowding in, overtaking all human structures and human things.
The never-ending flight Of future days.
Wonderland is here now.
Don't know what we might see.
Yesterday's gone forever.
But my future's up to me.
What a future it will be ... .
It was the world of the abyss, supposedly as lifeless as the earth's first midnight.
So many bright futures consigned to the ashes of the past.So many dreams lost in the madness that had engulfed us.Except for a few widely scattered shouts of joy,the survivors of the abyss sat hollow-eyed and silent, trying to comprehend a world without war.
THE SECRET GARDEN
The mortal world is in a state of Beautiful Chaos and destruction, which will ultimately lead to an exquisite end.
Behind me the world, ahead of me my world.
The termination; final chapter of endless road.
I've always been interested in invisible worlds, and I like to visit digital worlds, you know, any world that's imposed on us.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
Zombie Sky. No: Zombies of the Eclipse. Zombies of the Occultation. Occult Zombies from the Planet Moon!
a dream world, a world of magic and ritual, yet there are images there of the burning cars and radar systems, which remind you there is a price to be paid in order to gain this dream in the face of a world of violence.
There is only this world, as it is now, and there has never been another, can never be any other.
Humans without humanity, A world of dread and fear for eternity.
'Floating Worlds,' which received a fair amount of attention when it was first published, deserves rediscovery.
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark
now glittering
now reflecting gloom
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings.
Above our heads exists an infinity of unfathomable fantasiastics: and fields of future fireside fables trail close behind
It seemed to me that there were two worlds: one before the sun, and one after. And if that were true, then maybe there were people who were citizens of those different worlds as well. Some moved easily through the landscape of night, and others clung to the bright hours.
Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.
We sail across dominions barely seen, washed by the swells of time. We plow through fields of magnetism. Past and future come together on thunderheads and our dead hearts live with lightning in the wounds of the Gods.
A perpetual world; a world within a world. Of my mind and outside my mind. The real world is the dream world.
...there is a somewhere else after this, where everyone drinks elysia and lives forever.
The world beyond is vast, but so small. Men putting themselves in boxes. Sitting at desks. Riding in cars. Ships. Here, the world is small, but without end.
The worlds in which man is evolving as he treads the circle of births and deaths are three: the physical world, the astral or intermediate world, the mental or heavenly world.
I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.
The known world shrinks and vanishes, and the soul hurls itself into the uncharted distances of the unknown where everything is strange and yet familiar, and the language of music, of poets, and of dreams is spoken.
With multiplayer, permanent death, and an ever-changing world to explore and conquer, 'A Valley Without Wind' might be the place you're looking for if you need to escape the same dreary titles.
There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on
a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.
That ... you don't want to see, because it isn't a physical realm
because, Light and Darkness ... they live inside of us.
Matt, The Ending
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.
Creating New Worlds Through Imagination
Still lay the Island-World beneath the whisper of a Dragon's wings.
There's another world out there just beyond the world we're in. It's just on the other side of that translucent, semitransparent surface.
Travel backward to a lost land heard of in childhood; find it to be incomprehensible, rich, strange; then discover it is the place from which you set out.
'Discworld' is taking something that you know is ridiculous and treating it as if it is serious, to see if something interesting happens when you do so.
Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.
The full ethereal round, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view, Shines out intensely keen; and all one cope Of starry glitter glows from pole to pole. THE
Where shadows dim with shadows mate,
in caverns deep and dark.
Where old books dream of bygone days,
when they were wood and bark ...
End of the world delight