Here a Zheera
When I say I love the aesthetic variety of Second Life I mean there are so many pleasing environments - grungy diners, treehouses, beachouses, pagodas, artfilled skyhouses, Immanions, cute bluekat diners, you name it. Yes, I know I left out sex clubs, those too.
Dalia's Zheera Lotus has a distinctive beauty of its own, so brilliantly and boldly colored with corners that all manage to feel cozy.
My problem with easter egg hunts, or hunts in general, is distraction. Something draws me away and then I can't remember where I was looking. For example, you're about to cross a bridge and find yourself before a magnificent pink-lit amphibitile, which someone will probably tell me is a character from an online game, I know nothing, people are forever enlightening me on yet another game I've never played. Sakito pretended to be surprised when I took pictures - "me, stunning?" Oh PLEASE.
I did find ONE set of eggs, and was quite thrilled and braced for further searching when I was distracted by a lovely stream bangled with drifting lotus-shaped boats for two . . . now what was I searching for again?
And then when you're surrounded by exotic luminous mushrooms and you feel like Alice and you see a ball saying "air dance" well you simply MUST - because dancing when you have the chance is what life is all about, yes? I know MANY in SL who would say the very same thing!
And then a cast of tiny charming people who looked recognizable from other Hollywood roles surrounded me, laughing and cheering in weird sped-up voices, and told me how to find the . . . wait, that was another story, but it all felt so REAL, and you were there, and you and you and you too . . . but you couldn't have been, could you? And all the while I just kept saying, I want to go home, I want to go home, and then I realized I WAS home, sitting in front of a 24-inch monitor with my mouth hanging open, tasting stale popcorn and tranported to a lovely dream . . .
And then a cast of tiny charming people who looked recognizable from other Hollywood roles surrounded me, laughing and cheering in weird sped-up voices, and told me how to find the . . . wait, that was another story, but it all felt so REAL, and you were there, and you and you and you too . . . but you couldn't have been, could you? And all the while I just kept saying, I want to go home, I want to go home, and then I realized I WAS home, sitting in front of a 24-inch monitor with my mouth hanging open, tasting stale popcorn and tranported to a lovely dream . . .
No I didn't find any more eggs, you only ask to hurt my feelings, you know perfectly well I didn't, but I arrived at the Archway to Eternal Bliss and was about to pass through it when I was distracted by a couple of shops, and when I tried to retrace my steps I found that I had lost my way forever . . .
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Thanks for making me smile and laugh today!