From 2980811fef4ae1aa659860aaeb8734dc5fce4147 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: randogoth Date: Fri, 19 May 2023 17:49:32 +0300 Subject: [PATCH] stickers & locations --- web/content/tags/ein_hod_01.md | 2 +- web/content/tags/ein_hod_02.md | 2 +- web/content/tags/ein_hod_03.md | 2 +- web/content/tags/ein_hod_05.md | 2 +- web/content/tags/ein_hod_06.md | 1 + web/content/tags/ein_hod_07.md | 1 + web/content/tags/ein_hod_08.md | 1 + web/content/tags/ein_hod_10.md | 1 + web/content/tags/ein_hod_11.md | 1 + web/content/tags/ein_hod_13.md | 1 + 10 files changed, 10 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_01.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_01.md index fc2abf0..261d882 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_01.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_01.md @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 01 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey -Location: 32.70124169424201, 34.9805500394171 +Location: 32.700089, 34.984076 I noticed a peculiar sensation in the air as soon as I arrived in town. It was as if an electric charge was coursing through the air beneath the pastoral tranquillity. I looked around, but there was no one to be found. The faint odor of decay lingered around me, mingled with the sweet fragrance of incense. The mix made me feel uneasy, like if I'd stepped into a strange, surreal dream. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_02.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_02.md index 34636ca..e383feb 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_02.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_02.md @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 02 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey -Location: 32.699615286072735, 34.98304356695975 +Location: 32.700926, 34.980256 I spent the day wandering around town and came across an old, abandoned house. Inside, I discovered a collection of paintings that immediately caught my eye. They were unlike anything I'd ever seen before, with bright colors and abstract shapes. I later discovered that the artist was an Austrian painter whose eccentricities were well-known among the people, and it is said that she influenced Sunday, one of the town's founders, in his own artistic pursuits. It's a shame her art has been forgotten and left to decay in this derelict property. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_03.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_03.md index da642be..b09989b 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_03.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_03.md @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 03 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey -Location: 32.70003059472479, 34.985554114475526 +Location: 32.701517, 34.980168 As I wandered through the museum today, I stumbled upon a hidden room tucked away behind a curtain in a corner. The air was heavy with the scent of wood and brass, and strange instruments and machines filled the room. Pipes and horns seemed to sprout from the walls like metallic vines in every direction. As I explored further, I found wooden boxes of all sizes and shapes adorned with mysterious levers and knobs. It was as though I had stumbled into the secret workshop of a mad scientist. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_05.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_05.md index 9b8c937..18ea01c 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_05.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_05.md @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 05 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey -Location: 32.70124169424201, 34.9805500394171 +Location: 32.698346, 34.983329 Last night I had a nightmare about a donkey with blue eyes. In the dream, he was leading me through a maze of underground caves, but every time I looked back, the tunnels seemed to have shifted and I couldn't find my way back. Suddenly, I woke up in fear, convinced that someone or something was in my room. But when I turned on the light, there was nothing there. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_06.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_06.md index 645b122..2d25d8a 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_06.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_06.md @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 06 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey +Location: 32.702005, 34.979383 I met Sunday today, and he's a strange fellow. He seems obsessed with musical machines and wouldn´t stop talking about how certain sounds and melodies can influence the world and change the way we perceive things. Although I couldn't follow everything he said, I found myself captivated by his enthusiasm. There's something odd about him, though. I can't help feeling like he's not entirely human. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_07.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_07.md index f17b354..08f67aa 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_07.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_07.md @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 07 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey +Location: 32.699223, 34.982624 I ventured deep into one of the caves that dot this area. Its twisting tunnels and cavernous halls seem to have no end, and I feel like I've been wandering for hours. The musty air is thick with dust and the scent of damp earth, and the walls are slick with moss and lichen. It's as if the very rocks themselves are alive and breathing. As I explored further down one of the tunnels, I heard strange echoes and whispers. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_08.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_08.md index 10bf49a..6b76f7e 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_08.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_08.md @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 08 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey +Location: 32.701897, 34.982314 I met a man today who calls himself the Blue-Eyed Donkey. He was cooking an omelet from a pigeon's egg on an old British kerosene stove. He ate it with gusto, but he refused to speak to me. I could see anxiety in his eyes. It's strange how guarded and peculiar some people are around here. Some act in suspicious ways, like they're hiding something. It's unsettling, but also intriguing. I can't help but wonder what secrets this place holds. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_10.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_10.md index 367201b..8723e7b 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_10.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_10.md @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 10 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey +Location: 32.701014, 34.982374 The tunnels beckon me, their twisted paths leading deeper into the heart of the mountain. I know that I must follow, that the answers I seek are waiting for me in the darkness. The walls seem to whisper secrets, ancient knowledge that has been lost to time. I feel as though I am on the verge of a great discovery. I have seen things that cannot be explained, visions of a world beyond our own. The lines between reality and fantasy have become blurred, and I am not sure which is which anymore. But I do not fear the unknown, for I know that I am on the right path. The music guides me, and I will follow it wherever it leads. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_11.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_11.md index 5db7beb..c64ae8d 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_11.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_11.md @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 11 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey +Location: 32.701657, 34.978361 As I fell asleep last night, the fragrance of the wildflowers filled my senses, and I found myself wandering in a beautiful valley full of olive trees. The sun was setting, casting the sky in hues of orange and red. As I wandered between the trees, I heard a faint tinkling sound, and soon it grew louder, forming a symphony of music. Suddenly, I was surrounded by strange mechanical creatures, their limbs moving in perfect sync with the melody. The music was like nothing I had ever heard before, ethereal and otherworldly. When I woke up, I felt like I had just returned from a far-off land. The music was still ringing in my ears, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was calling out to me. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_13.md b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_13.md index a1e2efa..8798adf 100644 --- a/web/content/tags/ein_hod_13.md +++ b/web/content/tags/ein_hod_13.md @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ Title: Journal Entry 13 Date: 2023-04-12 Category: Blue Eyed Donkey +Location: 32.702031, 34.980168 The Prophet's cave holds the key to unlocking the mysteries of this land. I can feel his presence all around me, a guiding force that leads me closer to my goal. The whispers of the wind seem to carry his words, and I know that I am on the right path. It was as if the very caves themselves are parts of a musical instrument, waiting to be played. The Prophet's words echoed off the walls like a symphony, and I myself was part of his grand composition. It was a tune that I couldn't get out of my head, a melody that danced through the caves and into my soul. \ No newline at end of file