Arrive in a bright car.
Familiar, older people enter the hotel bearing contemporary elements of different cultures.
Enter the pool area; throughout the summer water kugelblitz, you at times look up.
Gazing at that window, you see and know the upper room; the upper floor in which you’ll laugh, stay up, and sleep tonight. All is deterministic in this resort (time=y axis).
The onslaught continues as ✮ arrives a bit late. Special eyes; special hair; special skin; special attitude; special body. Within the event you two connect. A narrative forms.
As entropy brings the shining fluid event to its end, the two of you, with varying shines and hair textures and perfumes, exist beside the water, the family group shifts its momentum upward as the sun sets; stray members to exist in the city retrieving the Ambrosia of childhood with pepperoni and peppers on the side.
You go where all go, as a rightfully natural member of your designation. You imagine the floors above you (time=y axis). All is deterministic at this moment; coziness.
As you leave and rejoin the group; you two, separate from that old use of the gesture. Walking with ✮, you at times stick your head out from your first car, a cold wind biting your face, emanating from each and every room. You peek back into the vehicle, rejoicing in warmth.
You enter the elevator and ascend.
You enter the room and another localized event torrent occurs, the beds above (time=y axis). Fun is had, but beyond that novelty from your infancy. With you brightly sits a burning, shining diamond, reflecting light from upwards. You enjoy a true and HUMAN night of activities. Your socks seem frictionless on the field of carpet. You notice ✮’s form; the sight is of sharp offensive transposition over the nostalgic background.
The room RISES as the Ambrosia arrives, disturbing the event water in the room.
After eating and watching a piece of culture you CAN relate to, everyone begins to rest.
…
You gaze at eachother from across the room. You get out of bed and sit on the carpet with ✮. Time passes.
The party enters the room.
A fire breaks out in the room; the smoke and heat wake no one; the fire alarm indifferent as Heat Death occurs.
Two !NetcodePeers in smoldering anger*friendship.
Welcome to your life’s capabilities.
The two of you talk for hours about everything; about the rejection of restriction; about your love of intersubjectivity.
The two of you leave the scorched, black room; utop a mountain.
✮ goes back to sleep on the floor? Bed?
You walk out into the hallway, content. As you are seen in a 3rd person perspective, a random force hits you as you soar, rapidly glitching upwards, clipping through the ceiling, the camera following behind.
The game freezes as you’re suspended midair, over the hotel, looking at Las Vegas as the game engine plays a strange loop of the ambient background noise of wind and distant cars, with a subtle soundbite of ✮’s laughter repeating as well. A conversation is had in the game engine’s debug console:
Resolution^:
What happened, Dandelion?
?
Dandelion:
I refuse to walk away in happiness. I used to enjoy closing out fantasies in bliss… when The Reason was a kid maybe. Now… I can’t really do it anymore. However, I will not dream a self-damaging image, nor will I enact The Fight. I only refuse to settle for delusion. You’ve acted on my behalf, encompassed me in your darker state, and now that you’ve evolved for the better, my primal sufferings will at times bubble up. You do not control me; I’m nature.
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