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Jimmy waited as the waitress returned with the cup of hot water.
"Thanks, honey," the man said.
The waitress glared at him, then walked away.
"Professionals," Jimmy continued. "Well-trained and well-supported."
Coral noticed flickers of light #shining or glinting from a rooftop across the plaza. (3/4) #wss366 -
Jimmy waited as the waitress returned with the cup of hot water.
"Thanks, honey," the man said.
The waitress glared at him, then walked away.
"Professionals," Jimmy continued. "Well-trained and well-supported."
Coral noticed flickers of light #shining or glinting from a rooftop across the plaza. (3/4) #wss366 -
Jimmy waited as the waitress returned with the cup of hot water.
"Thanks, honey," the man said.
The waitress glared at him, then walked away.
"Professionals," Jimmy continued. "Well-trained and well-supported."
Coral noticed flickers of light #shining or glinting from a rooftop across the plaza. (3/4) #wss366 -
Jimmy waited as the waitress returned with the cup of hot water.
"Thanks, honey," the man said.
The waitress glared at him, then walked away.
"Professionals," Jimmy continued. "Well-trained and well-supported."
Coral noticed flickers of light #shining or glinting from a rooftop across the plaza. (3/4) #wss366 -
Jimmy waited as the waitress returned with the cup of hot water.
"Thanks, honey," the man said.
The waitress glared at him, then walked away.
"Professionals," Jimmy continued. "Well-trained and well-supported."
Coral noticed flickers of light #shining or glinting from a rooftop across the plaza. (3/4) #wss366 -
Celestino had had a pretty average month, but there was one #shining moment: teaching his girlfriend's daughter to ride a bike. He took her to the high school playing fields.
"It's harder to pedal here, but it won't hurt if you fall off. But you won't fall off, cuz I'll keep my hand on the back. You go as fast as you can, I'll be holding you steady. I can run real fast, I did track.
He held on for a minute or two, then the kid was off & pedaling under her own steam.
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Celestino had had a pretty average month, but there was one #shining moment: teaching his girlfriend's daughter to ride a bike. He took her to the high school playing fields.
"It's harder to pedal here, but it won't hurt if you fall off. But you won't fall off, cuz I'll keep my hand on the back. You go as fast as you can, I'll be holding you steady. I can run real fast, I did track.
He held on for a minute or two, then the kid was off & pedaling under her own steam.
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Celestino had had a pretty average month, but there was one #shining moment: teaching his girlfriend's daughter to ride a bike. He took her to the high school playing fields.
"It's harder to pedal here, but it won't hurt if you fall off. But you won't fall off, cuz I'll keep my hand on the back. You go as fast as you can, I'll be holding you steady. I can run real fast, I did track.
He held on for a minute or two, then the kid was off & pedaling under her own steam.
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Celestino had had a pretty average month, but there was one #shining moment: teaching his girlfriend's daughter to ride a bike. He took her to the high school playing fields.
"It's harder to pedal here, but it won't hurt if you fall off. But you won't fall off, cuz I'll keep my hand on the back. You go as fast as you can, I'll be holding you steady. I can run real fast, I did track.
He held on for a minute or two, then the kid was off & pedaling under her own steam.
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Celestino had had a pretty average month, but there was one #shining moment: teaching his girlfriend's daughter to ride a bike. He took her to the high school playing fields.
"It's harder to pedal here, but it won't hurt if you fall off. But you won't fall off, cuz I'll keep my hand on the back. You go as fast as you can, I'll be holding you steady. I can run real fast, I did track.
He held on for a minute or two, then the kid was off & pedaling under her own steam.
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It was late morning, and the sun started shining into the yard above the neighbor's backyard oak.
The lead investigator got down to sit on her heels, to be closer to eye level with Chip, "My name is Cathy, and I'm just here to ask questions."
Chip looked around, "Why are there so many people with you?"
Cathy kept her eyes on Chip, "Last time someone talked to the treant, they got ... hurt. The team is here to prevent anyone from getting hurt."
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It was late morning, and the sun started shining into the yard above the neighbor's backyard oak.
The lead investigator got down to sit on her heels, to be closer to eye level with Chip, "My name is Cathy, and I'm just here to ask questions."
Chip looked around, "Why are there so many people with you?"
Cathy kept her eyes on Chip, "Last time someone talked to the treant, they got ... hurt. The team is here to prevent anyone from getting hurt."
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It was late morning, and the sun started shining into the yard above the neighbor's backyard oak.
The lead investigator got down to sit on her heels, to be closer to eye level with Chip, "My name is Cathy, and I'm just here to ask questions."
Chip looked around, "Why are there so many people with you?"
Cathy kept her eyes on Chip, "Last time someone talked to the treant, they got ... hurt. The team is here to prevent anyone from getting hurt."
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It was late morning, and the sun started shining into the yard above the neighbor's backyard oak.
The lead investigator got down to sit on her heels, to be closer to eye level with Chip, "My name is Cathy, and I'm just here to ask questions."
Chip looked around, "Why are there so many people with you?"
Cathy kept her eyes on Chip, "Last time someone talked to the treant, they got ... hurt. The team is here to prevent anyone from getting hurt."
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It was late morning, and the sun started shining into the yard above the neighbor's backyard oak.
The lead investigator got down to sit on her heels, to be closer to eye level with Chip, "My name is Cathy, and I'm just here to ask questions."
Chip looked around, "Why are there so many people with you?"
Cathy kept her eyes on Chip, "Last time someone talked to the treant, they got ... hurt. The team is here to prevent anyone from getting hurt."
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 96: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
**#Wss366 Shining #TimeTravelAuthors 04/29. Author's choice/promo
“Come,” said the hooded figure, beckoning toward the rear of the tavern. “They love not sorcerers here. Nor foreigners, as your clothes mark you.”
I followed him closely across the crowded floor, flanked by two guards. The murmur of complaint that continued wasn’t reassuring, but the crowd parted for our guide as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. As we reached an exit, he turned and addressed the room. While I didn’t understand the words, they silenced the complaints.
Beyond the door, we emerged into a dusty alley stinking of refuse or worse. Overhead, the sun blazed down, #shining hot enough to fry one’s brains. I wished I could change my clothes to the coarse linen tunics worn by my guards, but it seemed unwise to resort to “sorcery.” It was a balance between looking outlandish or confirming I was a sorceress. I made the obvious choice not to make things worse.
“We should hurry,” our host said in French. “The Franks will know of your arrival soon. They govern with Satan’s iron fist.”
I translated for Emily, who nodded and kept pace with us.
We threaded our way through twisted alleys, drawing suspicious stares and the occasional sign against the evil eye. The people we passed were of a swarthy cast, wearing loose robes, tunics, and turbans. They spoke a multitude of languages, none of which I understood.
There was a sense of tension and distrust beyond what our mere presence could explain. There were furtive glances up and down the street and hushed voices instead of gossip.
“Do you think we're in Nicosia?” Emily asked me.
“Are we in Nicosia?” I, in turn, asked our guide.
“Nicosia, 907 Anno Martyrum or 1191 by your calendar.”
“Yes,” I said to Emily. “And I think he knows we're time-travelers. Why else would he tell me the year?”
Emily nodded again, while my guards gave me an evil glare. The youth soon explained, “It is best not to speak the language of the invaders. Al-Malik Rīchārd is not well-loved.”
As he finished speaking, shouts and the sound of running feet broke the uneasy murmur of the street. Soon after, men ran past us in disorganized ones, twos, and threes. Cries of “Hoi Naítai,” “Hoi Phrángoi,” “Al-Faranj,” and “Fursān al-Haykal” filled the air.
My guards drew their daggers, and we turned to retreat, only to be met by the crowd surging back, milling about like trapped sheep.
“Alas!” our guide cried. "The Franks! We've been betrayed!"
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 96: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
**#Wss366 Shining #TimeTravelAuthors 04/29. Author's choice/promo
“Come,” said the hooded figure, beckoning toward the rear of the tavern. “They love not sorcerers here. Nor foreigners, as your clothes mark you.”
I followed him closely across the crowded floor, flanked by two guards. The murmur of complaint that continued wasn’t reassuring, but the crowd parted for our guide as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. As we reached an exit, he turned and addressed the room. While I didn’t understand the words, they silenced the complaints.
Beyond the door, we emerged into a dusty alley stinking of refuse or worse. Overhead, the sun blazed down, #shining hot enough to fry one’s brains. I wished I could change my clothes to the coarse linen tunics worn by my guards, but it seemed unwise to resort to “sorcery.” It was a balance between looking outlandish or confirming I was a sorceress. I made the obvious choice not to make things worse.
“We should hurry,” our host said in French. “The Franks will know of your arrival soon. They govern with Satan’s iron fist.”
I translated for Emily, who nodded and kept pace with us.
We threaded our way through twisted alleys, drawing suspicious stares and the occasional sign against the evil eye. The people we passed were of a swarthy cast, wearing loose robes, tunics, and turbans. They spoke a multitude of languages, none of which I understood.
There was a sense of tension and distrust beyond what our mere presence could explain. There were furtive glances up and down the street and hushed voices instead of gossip.
“Do you think we're in Nicosia?” Emily asked me.
“Are we in Nicosia?” I, in turn, asked our guide.
“Nicosia, 907 Anno Martyrum or 1191 by your calendar.”
“Yes,” I said to Emily. “And I think he knows we're time-travelers. Why else would he tell me the year?”
Emily nodded again, while my guards gave me an evil glare. The youth soon explained, “It is best not to speak the language of the invaders. Al-Malik Rīchārd is not well-loved.”
As he finished speaking, shouts and the sound of running feet broke the uneasy murmur of the street. Soon after, men ran past us in disorganized ones, twos, and threes. Cries of “Hoi Naítai,” “Hoi Phrángoi,” “Al-Faranj,” and “Fursān al-Haykal” filled the air.
My guards drew their daggers, and we turned to retreat, only to be met by the crowd surging back, milling about like trapped sheep.
“Alas!” our guide cried. "The Franks! We've been betrayed!"
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 96: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
**#Wss366 Shining #TimeTravelAuthors 04/29. Author's choice/promo
“Come,” said the hooded figure, beckoning toward the rear of the tavern. “They love not sorcerers here. Nor foreigners, as your clothes mark you.”
I followed him closely across the crowded floor, flanked by two guards. The murmur of complaint that continued wasn’t reassuring, but the crowd parted for our guide as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. As we reached an exit, he turned and addressed the room. While I didn’t understand the words, they silenced the complaints.
Beyond the door, we emerged into a dusty alley stinking of refuse or worse. Overhead, the sun blazed down, #shining hot enough to fry one’s brains. I wished I could change my clothes to the coarse linen tunics worn by my guards, but it seemed unwise to resort to “sorcery.” It was a balance between looking outlandish or confirming I was a sorceress. I made the obvious choice not to make things worse.
“We should hurry,” our host said in French. “The Franks will know of your arrival soon. They govern with Satan’s iron fist.”
I translated for Emily, who nodded and kept pace with us.
We threaded our way through twisted alleys, drawing suspicious stares and the occasional sign against the evil eye. The people we passed were of a swarthy cast, wearing loose robes, tunics, and turbans. They spoke a multitude of languages, none of which I understood.
There was a sense of tension and distrust beyond what our mere presence could explain. There were furtive glances up and down the street and hushed voices instead of gossip.
“Do you think we're in Nicosia?” Emily asked me.
“Are we in Nicosia?” I, in turn, asked our guide.
“Nicosia, 907 Anno Martyrum or 1191 by your calendar.”
“Yes,” I said to Emily. “And I think he knows we're time-travelers. Why else would he tell me the year?”
Emily nodded again, while my guards gave me an evil glare. The youth soon explained, “It is best not to speak the language of the invaders. Al-Malik Rīchārd is not well-loved.”
As he finished speaking, shouts and the sound of running feet broke the uneasy murmur of the street. Soon after, men ran past us in disorganized ones, twos, and threes. Cries of “Hoi Naítai,” “Hoi Phrángoi,” “Al-Faranj,” and “Fursān al-Haykal” filled the air.
My guards drew their daggers, and we turned to retreat, only to be met by the crowd surging back, milling about like trapped sheep.
“Alas!” our guide cried. "The Franks! We've been betrayed!"
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 96: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
**#Wss366 Shining #TimeTravelAuthors 04/29. Author's choice/promo
“Come,” said the hooded figure, beckoning toward the rear of the tavern. “They love not sorcerers here. Nor foreigners, as your clothes mark you.”
I followed him closely across the crowded floor, flanked by two guards. The murmur of complaint that continued wasn’t reassuring, but the crowd parted for our guide as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. As we reached an exit, he turned and addressed the room. While I didn’t understand the words, they silenced the complaints.
Beyond the door, we emerged into a dusty alley stinking of refuse or worse. Overhead, the sun blazed down, #shining hot enough to fry one’s brains. I wished I could change my clothes to the coarse linen tunics worn by my guards, but it seemed unwise to resort to “sorcery.” It was a balance between looking outlandish or confirming I was a sorceress. I made the obvious choice not to make things worse.
“We should hurry,” our host said in French. “The Franks will know of your arrival soon. They govern with Satan’s iron fist.”
I translated for Emily, who nodded and kept pace with us.
We threaded our way through twisted alleys, drawing suspicious stares and the occasional sign against the evil eye. The people we passed were of a swarthy cast, wearing loose robes, tunics, and turbans. They spoke a multitude of languages, none of which I understood.
There was a sense of tension and distrust beyond what our mere presence could explain. There were furtive glances up and down the street and hushed voices instead of gossip.
“Do you think we're in Nicosia?” Emily asked me.
“Are we in Nicosia?” I, in turn, asked our guide.
“Nicosia, 907 Anno Martyrum or 1191 by your calendar.”
“Yes,” I said to Emily. “And I think he knows we're time-travelers. Why else would he tell me the year?”
Emily nodded again, while my guards gave me an evil glare. The youth soon explained, “It is best not to speak the language of the invaders. Al-Malik Rīchārd is not well-loved.”
As he finished speaking, shouts and the sound of running feet broke the uneasy murmur of the street. Soon after, men ran past us in disorganized ones, twos, and threes. Cries of “Hoi Naítai,” “Hoi Phrángoi,” “Al-Faranj,” and “Fursān al-Haykal” filled the air.
My guards drew their daggers, and we turned to retreat, only to be met by the crowd surging back, milling about like trapped sheep.
“Alas!” our guide cried. "The Franks! We've been betrayed!"
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 96: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
**#Wss366 Shining #TimeTravelAuthors 04/29. Author's choice/promo
“Come,” said the hooded figure, beckoning toward the rear of the tavern. “They love not sorcerers here. Nor foreigners, as your clothes mark you.”
I followed him closely across the crowded floor, flanked by two guards. The murmur of complaint that continued wasn’t reassuring, but the crowd parted for our guide as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. As we reached an exit, he turned and addressed the room. While I didn’t understand the words, they silenced the complaints.
Beyond the door, we emerged into a dusty alley stinking of refuse or worse. Overhead, the sun blazed down, #shining hot enough to fry one’s brains. I wished I could change my clothes to the coarse linen tunics worn by my guards, but it seemed unwise to resort to “sorcery.” It was a balance between looking outlandish or confirming I was a sorceress. I made the obvious choice not to make things worse.
“We should hurry,” our host said in French. “The Franks will know of your arrival soon. They govern with Satan’s iron fist.”
I translated for Emily, who nodded and kept pace with us.
We threaded our way through twisted alleys, drawing suspicious stares and the occasional sign against the evil eye. The people we passed were of a swarthy cast, wearing loose robes, tunics, and turbans. They spoke a multitude of languages, none of which I understood.
There was a sense of tension and distrust beyond what our mere presence could explain. There were furtive glances up and down the street and hushed voices instead of gossip.
“Do you think we're in Nicosia?” Emily asked me.
“Are we in Nicosia?” I, in turn, asked our guide.
“Nicosia, 907 Anno Martyrum or 1191 by your calendar.”
“Yes,” I said to Emily. “And I think he knows we're time-travelers. Why else would he tell me the year?”
Emily nodded again, while my guards gave me an evil glare. The youth soon explained, “It is best not to speak the language of the invaders. Al-Malik Rīchārd is not well-loved.”
As he finished speaking, shouts and the sound of running feet broke the uneasy murmur of the street. Soon after, men ran past us in disorganized ones, twos, and threes. Cries of “Hoi Naítai,” “Hoi Phrángoi,” “Al-Faranj,” and “Fursān al-Haykal” filled the air.
My guards drew their daggers, and we turned to retreat, only to be met by the crowd surging back, milling about like trapped sheep.
“Alas!” our guide cried. "The Franks! We've been betrayed!"
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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混沌を彷徨う灯火 Світло, що блукає крізь хаос
混沌を彷徨う小さな灯火達
Маленькі вогники, що блукають у хаосіhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/n87d3ebb3cdf0
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#small #light #wander #through #chaos #gather #together #drawn #warm #flutter #cold #darkness #lead #lost #stranger #moment #healing #stardust #shining #fairies #starry #sky #earth #heart #mission #return
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未来へ У майбутнє
宇宙を駆け抜ける一筋の光
Я запрошую вас у світле завтраhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/n483d318a69e2
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#ray #light #running #space #cut #abyss #future #horizon #road #filled #hope #invite #shining #tomorrow #fear #straight #color #chaos #calls #better #light #continue #reaches #never #end #rainbow #limit #life
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明るき未来へ歩む民
Народ, що йде до світлого майбутньогоhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/naa8cac8cbb69
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#dark #sky #never #clear #abyss #block #way #wind #smell #death #stop #Innocent #peaple #wander #chaos #wave #give #future #take #small #shining #blade #swore #ready #hole #open #cloud #spear #purification #subject #shadow #away #arrow
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光輝く神秘の娘 Сяюча дочка таємниць
灰色の娘、仲間から逸れる
Сіра дочка, що відходить від товаришів,https://note.com/poison_raika/n/n7776c4efd888
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#shining #mysterious #grey #strays #companions #wandering #horizonless #sea #chaos #enchanted #drawn #blue #crystal #burning #scorching #heart #dazzlingly #run #ocean #fireflies #eternal #sleep
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透き通る瞳 Кришталево чисті очі
透き通る美しき瞳
Кришталево чисті і красиві очіhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/nb7ff4bae189a
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#beautiful #clear #eyes #bathed #sun #envelop #classroom #gentle #rainbow #fleet #shining #dazzlingly #shattering #instant
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#shining : emitting light, esp. in a continuous manner
- French: brillant
- German: scheinend
- Italian: brillando
- Portuguese: brilhante
- Spanish: brillando
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#shining : emitting light, esp. in a continuous manner
- French: brillant
- German: scheinend
- Italian: brillando
- Portuguese: brilhante
- Spanish: brillando
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Thank you so much for being a member of our community!
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#shining : emitting light, esp. in a continuous manner
- French: brillant
- German: scheinend
- Italian: brillando
- Portuguese: brilhante
- Spanish: brillando
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Thank you so much for being a member of our community!
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#shining : emitting light, esp. in a continuous manner
- French: brillant
- German: scheinend
- Italian: brillando
- Portuguese: brilhante
- Spanish: brillando
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Thank you so much for being a member of our community!
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#shining : emitting light, esp. in a continuous manner
- French: brillant
- German: scheinend
- Italian: brillando
- Portuguese: brilhante
- Spanish: brillando
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Thank you so much for being a member of our community!
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Testo della canzone “Shining” di DJ Khaled
#DjKhaled #Shining
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She plays for the Cubs lol
#meme #memes #shitpost #movies #shining #theshining #stephenking #books #horror #baseball #stanleykubrick #shelleyduvall
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Sung Yoo Bin, Kim Ji Hyun, And Kim Tae Hoon Bring Diverse Charms To New Drama “Shining”
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明るき未来へ歩む民
Народ, що йде до світлого майбутньогоhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/naa8cac8cbb69
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#dark #sky #never #clear #abyss #block #way #wind #smell #death #stop #Innocent #peaple #wander #chaos #wave #give #future #take #small #shining #blade #swore #ready #hole #open #cloud #spear #purification #subject #shadow #away #arrow
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Unmother – State Dependent Memory Review
Independent U.K. undergrounder’s, Unmother, have been holding a mirror up to urban dystopian dehumanization since forming in 2019.…
#NewsBeep #News #Music #2026 #3.0 #Ashenspire #AU #Australia #BlackMetal #ChatPile #Entertainment #Feb26 #independent #MarilynManson #Post-Metal #review #Shining #StateDependentMemory #U.K.Metal #Unmother
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Unmother – State Dependent Memory Review
Independent U.K. undergrounder’s, Unmother, have been holding a mirror up to urban dystopian dehumanization since forming in 2019.…
#NewsBeep #News #Music #2026 #3.0 #Ashenspire #AU #Australia #BlackMetal #ChatPile #Entertainment #Feb26 #independent #MarilynManson #Post-Metal #review #Shining #StateDependentMemory #U.K.Metal #Unmother
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Unmother – State Dependent Memory Review By TymeIndependent U.K. undergrounder’s, Unmother, have been holding a mirror up to urban dystopian dehumanization since forming in 2019. Their 2021 debut, Lay Down the Sun, garnered significant underground acclaim that, according to the promo kit, established Unmother “as a restless and forward-thinking presence within the scene.” Foregoing the nature-scapes and mythological motifs of other post-black metal outfits, Unmother draws inspiration from the streets and, with their sophomore effort, State Dependent Memory,1 examines “urban isolation, inner dislocation, and moral decline, reflecting a world formed by concrete environments and social erosion.”2 After swapping their first “V” vocalist, Venla,3 for their second, V. (VOAK), Unmother prepares to take the next step on their evolving musical journey. Does State Dependent Memory offer a solution that might save our base, dehumanized society, from itself, or will it amount to so much piss in the wind?
State Dependent Memory crackles with gritty, asphaltic energy, casting Unmother as conscientious agitators, decrying societal urban decay in veins similar to acts like Chat Pile or Ashenspire, even if avoiding any direct auricular comparison. Departing from the rawer, denser claustrophobia of Lay Down the Sun, Unmother sought slightly warmer sonic climes on State Dependent Memory, weaving undulating post-metal textures into its mostly traditional black-metal framework. Sure, plenty of blast beats and tremolos (“My Armor,” “Bear Hug”) remain, courtesy of drummer B. and guitarists Azoso and Declwa (who also handles bass). Still, it’s what Unmother does with the spaces between that adds the most character, which begins with the varied vocal approach of V., who, like Attila Csihar, possesses a wider range of barks, croaks, shouts, and screams than his more one-dimensional predecessor, whose hissier, raw-blackened rasp overpowered much of Lay Down the Sun for me. Without dulling any of the sharp edges that, well, make them edgy, Unmother benefits from their take on “post” as a counterpoint to tradition.
State Dependent Memory tips the scales of orthodoxy with atmospheres that are as hypnotizing as they are abrasive. Pensive and creepy, the leads that skulk through the shadowed alleys of “Modern Dystopia” are effective and shroud the track with an almost Marilyn Manson-like pall, while Declwa’s bass notes thrum and throb like slow-strobing traffic lights on a dark, misty night. Venla makes a guest appearance here as well; his croaking rasp at this dose ups the fear factor and complements V.’s tortured delivery. Satisfying, too, is the eerie, haunted-jewelry-box melody and desperate howling of V., which make up the slower-paced interlude within the trad-black assault of “Bear Hug,” offering a sprinkling of Shining-like glitter. Ironically, the most black metal track on State Dependent Memory is Unmother’s cover of “Αττική – Βικτώρια” (“Attiki Victoria”) by Greek synthwave outfit ΟΔΟΣ 55, which distills the eight-minute-long original’s main melody down to a viscerally efficient, tremolo-forward beast. It’s poppy, new-wave-esque movements, filled with an almost hopeful melodicism, are set effectively against V.’s pleading screams and shouts.
Angeliki Mourgela’s mix and Roland Rodas’ master capture the essence of Unmother’s talents. With a foggy production that reminded me of Mayhem’s Ordo ad Chao, I enjoyed Lay Down the Sun but had to strain to pick out much of its instrumental intricacy. State Dependent Memory doesn’t suffer the same issue, as each instrument glows brightly in its own space, with B.’s varied drum performance and Declwa’s excellent bass work being the biggest beneficiaries. And while I can’t say Unmother wasted any of State Dependent Memory’s thirty-eight-minute runtime, closing the album with the no-burn instrumental “Magda” was a miss. The track fades in with some reflective, organ-like synths, foreign-spoke voice samples,4 and gently plucked guitar lines bolstered with tension-building but delicately strummed chords, which all continue to build slightly over the next four minutes and twenty seconds only to fade out again. No satisfying payoff, just a segue to silence. Whether this move was intentional or not, the addition of another well-executed track proper could have avoided such a deflating ending.Acerbically moody, Unmother possesses a maturity that belies their short existence. This quartet of relative unknowns continues to carve their mark into the U.K.’s underground metal scene, and if State Dependent Memory is any indication, they may not be toiling down there for long.
Rating: 3.0/5.0
#2026 #30 #Ashenspire #BlackMetal #ChatPile #Feb26 #Independent #MarilynManson #PostMetal #Review #Shining #StateDependentMemory #UKMetal #Unmother
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320kb/s mp3
Label: Independent
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026 -
Unmother – State Dependent Memory Review By TymeIndependent U.K. undergrounder’s, Unmother, have been holding a mirror up to urban dystopian dehumanization since forming in 2019. Their 2021 debut, Lay Down the Sun, garnered significant underground acclaim that, according to the promo kit, established Unmother “as a restless and forward-thinking presence within the scene.” Foregoing the nature-scapes and mythological motifs of other post-black metal outfits, Unmother draws inspiration from the streets and, with their sophomore effort, State Dependent Memory,1 examines “urban isolation, inner dislocation, and moral decline, reflecting a world formed by concrete environments and social erosion.”2 After swapping their first “V” vocalist, Venla,3 for their second, V. (VOAK), Unmother prepares to take the next step on their evolving musical journey. Does State Dependent Memory offer a solution that might save our base, dehumanized society, from itself, or will it amount to so much piss in the wind?
State Dependent Memory crackles with gritty, asphaltic energy, casting Unmother as conscientious agitators, decrying societal urban decay in veins similar to acts like Chat Pile or Ashenspire, even if avoiding any direct auricular comparison. Departing from the rawer, denser claustrophobia of Lay Down the Sun, Unmother sought slightly warmer sonic climes on State Dependent Memory, weaving undulating post-metal textures into its mostly traditional black-metal framework. Sure, plenty of blast beats and tremolos (“My Armor,” “Bear Hug”) remain, courtesy of drummer B. and guitarists Azoso and Declwa (who also handles bass). Still, it’s what Unmother does with the spaces between that adds the most character, which begins with the varied vocal approach of V., who, like Attila Csihar, possesses a wider range of barks, croaks, shouts, and screams than his more one-dimensional predecessor, whose hissier, raw-blackened rasp overpowered much of Lay Down the Sun for me. Without dulling any of the sharp edges that, well, make them edgy, Unmother benefits from their take on “post” as a counterpoint to tradition.
State Dependent Memory tips the scales of orthodoxy with atmospheres that are as hypnotizing as they are abrasive. Pensive and creepy, the leads that skulk through the shadowed alleys of “Modern Dystopia” are effective and shroud the track with an almost Marilyn Manson-like pall, while Declwa’s bass notes thrum and throb like slow-strobing traffic lights on a dark, misty night. Venla makes a guest appearance here as well; his croaking rasp at this dose ups the fear factor and complements V.’s tortured delivery. Satisfying, too, is the eerie, haunted-jewelry-box melody and desperate howling of V., which make up the slower-paced interlude within the trad-black assault of “Bear Hug,” offering a sprinkling of Shining-like glitter. Ironically, the most black metal track on State Dependent Memory is Unmother’s cover of “Αττική – Βικτώρια” (“Attiki Victoria”) by Greek synthwave outfit ΟΔΟΣ 55, which distills the eight-minute-long original’s main melody down to a viscerally efficient, tremolo-forward beast. It’s poppy, new-wave-esque movements, filled with an almost hopeful melodicism, are set effectively against V.’s pleading screams and shouts.
Angeliki Mourgela’s mix and Roland Rodas’ master capture the essence of Unmother’s talents. With a foggy production that reminded me of Mayhem’s Ordo ad Chao, I enjoyed Lay Down the Sun but had to strain to pick out much of its instrumental intricacy. State Dependent Memory doesn’t suffer the same issue, as each instrument glows brightly in its own space, with B.’s varied drum performance and Declwa’s excellent bass work being the biggest beneficiaries. And while I can’t say Unmother wasted any of State Dependent Memory’s thirty-eight-minute runtime, closing the album with the no-burn instrumental “Magda” was a miss. The track fades in with some reflective, organ-like synths, foreign-spoke voice samples,4 and gently plucked guitar lines bolstered with tension-building but delicately strummed chords, which all continue to build slightly over the next four minutes and twenty seconds only to fade out again. No satisfying payoff, just a segue to silence. Whether this move was intentional or not, the addition of another well-executed track proper could have avoided such a deflating ending.Acerbically moody, Unmother possesses a maturity that belies their short existence. This quartet of relative unknowns continues to carve their mark into the U.K.’s underground metal scene, and if State Dependent Memory is any indication, they may not be toiling down there for long.
Rating: 3.0/5.0
#2026 #30 #Ashenspire #BlackMetal #ChatPile #Feb26 #Independent #MarilynManson #PostMetal #Review #Shining #StateDependentMemory #UKMetal #Unmother
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320kb/s mp3
Label: Independent
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026
