My toilet got drunk and vomited. Yeah. Few days later, the toilet did that again.
So for the weekly update on 1/26/26, posted on 1/29/26.
So, with such a poem, there is one thing: Lack of simplicity, lol.
Like, the themes being addressed so far are:
-Cyras' hesitation (this being her "soleus").
-The moral failures of Owlis.
-Cyras dislike of heroes.
-Ophelia.
So let's go down each of these more deeply.
Cyras' Soleus: Cyras' major flaw, at least by her standards, has become hesitation, her fear. She's done many things, but none are bringing her closer because she keeps wanting truth on her terms versus getting truth on someone else's. Snofall and Owlis aren't trustworthy sources, but is going into the catacomb for a fallen nation really her best chances?
Owlis' failures:
Obviously, her phrasing herself as non-suicidal is a way to absolve herself. I think she'd find herself innocent like Ophelia, wherein her family members are fighting. But in reality, she's literally got the major flaw of Hamlet. I imagine her going full Dark Karma while carrying the skull of [THE GAMEMASTER], (if I remember, I will update this with the character by the time the story is released, lol).
Heroes
Cyras hates how everyone wants what they want as "best for her".
Ophelia:
The victimization, or the innocents hurt.
Fire is also meant to be a motif throughout. Like a city burning. Cyras used her fire early on in story as a boost and now this becomes her main attacks.
Unfortunately, these are all pretty big themes, all that could probably have their own poem. I might have to cut some of these though.
Well, anyway, I experimented with better lines, put in ().
To be or not to be never was the question.
(Admire my fire's light, for yours flickers to end)
For who are you to question my flame when yours ends?
(And even with no crisis of faith in myself)
I was in lack of crisis for the faith in myself
(Quaint "heroes" rescue to profit for theirselves.)
(I question "heroes" who profit for theirselves )
I question rescue from heroes who want for theirself.
Who saves the damsel from the savior's evil?
(She drowns by the visions of fallen brethren.)
Who drowns by the visions of fallen siblings
(Ophelia, ophelia, ophelia-a-a-a.
None of these lines are final, still. Next verse, same as the first.
(Are arrows nobler self-inflicted, slings prettier)
Are arrows noble, slings so great, self-inflicted
Than fortune's seas of troubles, wanting call for ends
Refusing sleep and dream, odd sight to see by now
The visions rising death, men still dancing to song
Paradise's pointless when you see who's clamoring
Yet Earth is struggling, hatefully with cynicism
The thing is, referencing Hamlet isn't always easy, especially when in a different meter than he was. However, new throwback to Ancient Mariner with "odd sight", "visions rising".
I didn't really care for the end part of "hatefully with cynicism", and I wouldn't even show that at all if I wasn't doing progress reports.
And hell, for fun, here's more versions:
Are arrows and slings more noble when self-inflicted
Than fortune's seas of troubles demand an end
But I refuse to dream, about a new paradise
When I see the people who will meet me then
What is the point of paradise when I want to go away
But the struggle of earth is also a fault.
Are arrows noble, slings graceful self-inflicted
Than fortune's seas of troubles calling for an end
But I refuse to dream, chance to shuffle away
The wounds are wounds, and blood is colored the same way.
There's never really a shortage of attempts at writing. As a small writing lesson: Oftentimes first thoughts are the most cliche, so you really need to grind the stones.
This last part is definitely completely getting tossed out, and is only a placeholder for rhythm:
We rummaged
and scrummaged
with nothing to show
and we went so low
And what we unleashed from the ground
and from what was within us . . .
I see the burning men and cities, wishing for justice
Never acknowledging their own illusions of heroism
Only generated by mirages of their own propaganda paradises.
Who saves the hero at the end of fairytales
Who saves the hero from the savior's evil?
Who hesitates by the visions of fallen fathers
The first stanza is meant to give off the impression of energy or almost speech to the emptiness. She isn't really going to be telling anyone (even though in this play she's telling everyone), so much as Cyras is rhetoricizing herself, and the fallen men.
NEW COMIC!?
AlienLizard123 and I are co-writing a comic of sorts! Or "Magazine" as I say, about our characters meeting. I'm not entirely sure how far we'll get, but I will try to post some storyboards next week.
https://www.deviantart.com/alienlizard123/art/Space-Foxes-1200483535 his official characters list.
Yup. Cyras at the Edge of the world of peoples and into the Violetspheres. Comic planned to be 22 pages. Still scripting.
And yes, Cyras is totally eating them out of house and home, obviously. She fuels her fire in some type of way.
How to end these articles, hm,
https://www.deviantart.com/saviorfoxowlis/journal/N-Era-Play-Story-Update-1-19-Soleus-1289044486
here's the previous part.
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