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Remedy Lane (from The Last Candle)Mu-onna (無女)
Felicia was startled by sudden howls of pain and distress. Her eyes shifted in the direction of the surgical bed, where a woman’s body lay beneath clot-stained fabric. Heavy breathing and peculiar whispers rose from beneath the sheets, merging together as the wobbly overhead fan cooled the intense tropical heat. Why did the screams remind her of Felix? She poured a glass of wine and returned to the laptop, and to her murky thoughts.
Trapped inside her head were the words Mayer and Rokitansky, bouncing mutely off the walls of her subconscious. She was only fourteen when the doctors told her about the syndrome. Felicia knew that she would never have a child to call her own, but none of this mattered any more. Even on the rare occasion that her mind drifted to the beating black hole in her chest, Felicia had no regrets. She blamed fate, not herself, for everything. For everything...
Daily Deity #210 Batibat If you have ever thought that people from the past were completely freaked out by the night, the idea that this creature was waiting out in the darkness justifies some fears.
The batibat is are female spirits from Ilocano people of the Philippines. They are described as immensely fat women that live in trees. Most of the time these spirits and humans have no problem with one another. The batibat will hang out in her tree and not bother anyone. That is, unless her tree is disturbed.
This isn't disturbed in the sense of you step on someone's grave or you happen to pull the cobwebs off an old painting and then have the ghost of that person haunt you over so little of a grievance. The batibat actually has some legitimacy to her haunting, and this is based around some serious destruction of the tree that she lives in. This is notably done by a person cutting down a tree in order to use that wood to build a home. Apparently, the batibat doesn't like the idea of having her home de
The Last MechaniXThe Last MechaniX
Six the red buttons
that the lords pushed that day,
in just one single moment
the great war had begun.
And though nobody believing
he was somewhere alive,
years hidden from light,
he was watching in silence.
Son of an unknown tribe,
we called them MechaniXS,
they gave us Fire
to give birth to our world
and our world it was born,
as the elders were telling,
our world it was born
from the scratch once again.
No labour we knew,
pain, hunger or need,
in just one generation
all these words were forgotten.
But came kings so greedy,
they ruled all the earth,
jealous of their glory
they hunt the MechaniXS.
And now their miracles orphans,
one by one out of function
and the lords started fighting,
water no more enough.
It was then they pushed the buttons
of a knowledge unknown,
but the seventh it was hidden,
of its existence they don't know.
The Last MechaniX,
no, the myths were not a lie,
he's still alive,
full of power,
he will push the seventh button,
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