#dodecanese — Public Fediverse posts

A twin to The Days of the Dreams.

The black fog slid across the terracotta floor of the tea shop like a living river of ice. Every glass jar on Moira’s shelves began to frost over, the dried herbs inside freezing white. The warm, comforting smell of chamomile and old paper was completely swallowed by the bitter scent of deep winter and ancient dust.

Toe, the black cat, stood on the very edge of the oak counter. He hissed, a sharp, angry sound, while Ashwaganda stood tall beside him, his orange fur puffed out like a shield.

“Stay behind me, Elio,” Moira whispered. Her breath was a thick white cloud in the freezing air.

Elio walked slowly out of the back kitchen. He was holding the heavy wooden bowl with both hands. The ossobuco and the fresh, golden pasta were steaming perfectly, radiating a deep, rich heat. The smell of the roasted meat, the sweet tomatoes, and the old wine fought against the cold fog, creating a wall of warm air around the chef.

“Where do I put it?” Elio asked, his teeth chattering from the sudden, unnatural cold.

“On the counter. Right between the two books,” Moira ordered.

Elio stepped forward. The shadows on the walls seemed to reach for him, long black fingers stretching out to grab the bowl. But the heat of the traditional food pushed them back. Elio placed the wooden bowl carefully onto the heavy oak wood, right between the dusty blue cover of The Days of the Dreams and the pristine white cover of its newly found twin.

The moment the bowl touched the wood, the black fog stopped moving along the floor.

Slowly, the fog began to rise. It gathered in the center of the room, pulling itself up into a tall, towering pillar of pure darkness. It had no face and no eyes, but Moira and Elio could feel it looking at them. It felt like a bottomless, starving void—an emptiness that had not been warm in a thousand years.

Elio took a step back, terrified.

Moira did not move. She stood tall, placed one hand on her blue book, and looked directly into the dark shadow.

“We offer you the memory of the hearth,” Moira said in a loud, clear voice. She remembered the words of the riddle. “We bring you the marrow of the bone, slow-cooked in the tears of the hills. We bind it with the golden sheet, stretched only by human hands.”

The towering shadow let out a sound. It was not a voice, but a low, hollow wind that rattled the teacups on their shelves.

The dark shape leaned forward, hovering directly over the steaming wooden bowl.

Elio grabbed Moira’s arm, ready to pull her away. But Moira shook her head. “Watch,” she whispered.

The shadow did not eat the food like a person or an animal would. Instead, it opened wide and breathed in. The thick, rich steam rising from the hot pasta and the roasted marrow was pulled straight up into the darkness.

As the shadow swallowed the heat, the smell, and the soul of the carefully cooked meal, something amazing happened. The pure black fog began to turn gray. The terrible, freezing cold in the room began to soften.

The shadow breathed in again, drinking the human effort, the patience, and the tradition that Elio had rolled into the pasta dough. The darkness turned lighter and lighter, until it looked like ordinary morning mist.

With one final, quiet sigh that sounded almost peaceful, the mist evaporated completely into the air.

The desk lamp flickered and turned back on. The frost on the glass jars melted into tiny drops of water. The fire in the back room roared back to life, filling the tea shop with warmth once again.

Ashwaganda stopped puffing his fur and let out a long, happy purr. Toe jumped down from the counter and started to wash his paws.

Elio slowly walked up to the oak counter and looked into the wooden bowl.

The ossobuco and the pasta were still there. But they had completely changed. The rich red tomato sauce was totally gray. The golden yellow of the egg pasta was dull and white. The meat looked dry as dust. There was no steam, no smell, and no heat.

“It took the life out of it,” Elio whispered, staring at the bowl in shock. “It ate the essence of the food.”

“It ate the memory,” Moira corrected gently. She closed the covers of both the blue and white books. “It was starving for warmth. You gave it a meal made with care, patience, and human hands. A machine could never have made a meal that could defeat a shadow, Elio.”

Elio looked at his flour-covered hands. He had always cooked for awards, for speed, and for modern perfection. But tonight, he had cooked to save a village.

“I understand now,” the chef said softly. He looked at Moira with true respect. “Tradition is not just about the past. It is about keeping the warmth alive for the future.”

Moira smiled. She took the wooden bowl of gray, empty food and tossed it into the trash bin.

“Now,” Moira said, tying her apron back on. “Since the shadow ate your dinner, how about we go into the kitchen and make another batch of that hand-rolled pasta? Just for us this time.”

Elio smiled back, his fear finally gone. “Only if you let me show you how to chop the wild mallow for the salad.”

#SilentSunday #photography #sunset #mountains #coastal #AegeanSea #Kalymnos #Κάλυμνος #Dodecanese #Greece

Let me share a secret about the #Dodecanese islands. While everyone rushes to Rhodes, #Karpathos sits quietly with its dramatic mountains and pristine coves. The wind here shapes everything from the landscape to the local culture. It is a haven for windsurfers and those who prefer quiet trails over loud beach clubs.

#GreeceTravel #AegeanSea #Hiking #IslandHopping #Travel

https://europa.tips/en/karpathos-travel-guide

Let Rhodes welcome you this summer.

#rhodes #dodecanese #greecetravel #medievalcity #travel

For this week's Colour Collective (a weekly art challenge based around a single, allocated colour) here's my offering for #DarkCharcoal

Old Town, Rhodes
21x15cm acrylic & oil on board
Showing at the Open Eye Gallerye from 24 Nov
🔗 link to gallery website in my bio
#Edinburgh #Scotland

#art #painting #cityscape #infrastructure
#ccdarkcharcoal #rodos
#Dodecanese #Rhodes #Greece
#sunshineonconcrete #dhodhekanisos #rodos #greekislands #dodecaneseislands #rhodesisland

#symi_international_film_festival #SIFF #festival #films #cinema #culture #symi #dodecanese #greece #global

#symi_international_film_festival #SIFF #festival #films #cinema #culture #symi #dodecanese #greece #global

#eurovision #music #video #amanda_tenfjord #symi #dodecanese #greece #europe #global

Eurovision News (for those interested!)

Greece: The shooting of the video clip has been completed

https://eurovisionfun.com/en/2022/02/greece-the-shooting-of-the-video-clip-has-been-completed/

#snow #vigla #symi #dodecanese #greece #global

Short video (taken just before midnight from my house at the bottom of the Vigla in Symi). Snow is quite a rarity here!

https://www.phidoc.net/misc/vigla_snow_240122.mp4

#symimusicschool #music #culture #education #teens #children #appeal #fund #greece #dodecanese #symi

Many thanks to all who contributed to and publicised the recent Appeal on behalf of the Symi Music School.

Kyrios Steve writes:

"Dear all. I wanted to say a final thanks to everyone that has so generously given of their time, money, and ideas over the last few weeks. It’s been a roller-coaster ride. This fundraising site is now being closed as the Greek and UK bank accounts have between them more than 21000 euros. This amazing effort has surprised us all and now that we have Cobalt Music supporting the Symi Music School we can look forward to 2021. I will post updates on further developments after the next Committee meeting. We imagined it, and it happened! THANK YOU"

#symimusicschool #music #culture #education #teens #children #appeal #fund #greece #dodecanese #symi

Symi Music School - Appeal

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/symimusicschool?utm_id=108&utm_term=qPnbpD3qe&fbclid=IwAR2bh37Ci4y4qr0dm7VDa1ndqqODCWZIuUtbBdauomuoFAAYGxUwj9KKmWY

Please help if you can and spread the word!