A blog for The Urutsk Cycle and Related Subjects,
including the URUTSK: World of Mystery RPG.
Shipwrecked survivors of a galaxy-spanning empire (ruined when the core exploded) settle upon a wetlands world occupied by humans and other species. They then poke through ruins of their Ancient ancestors as they strive to regain space and then, starflight.
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Monday, January 1, 2024
Sunday, December 31, 2023
Readers, Thanks and
My thanks to those of you in the gaming, art, and writing-interest communities who come to view my content: the Excerpts, the Artwork, the Lyrics and, the Music of Others.
I've already had my New Year's Eve, but I hope that those of you who hold to this one, have a grand time in reflection and celebration, and I hope that our common year of 2024 be better and more beautiful than even 2023 had been.
Best to you all,
-Kyrinn
Babe,
The photo of you I am adoring today, is where you, in white blousey-blouse, have your arm raised, and right hand behind your head, hair lifted and a strand down your beautiful cheek, I think you know the 1.
You look so much like me and my sister combined, but all of our best features in you them outshine.
I look forward to seeing those eyes of brown every day,
My Love,
-K
Oh the unspeakable things
As I was looking at your lyrics, I again noticed Terrorbird, and I saw Dark Dark Dark, which reminded me of their song, Daydreaming. I would hear that, in Jacksonville, and just ache with memories of Israel.
The train ride from Tel Aviv to J'lem was filled with such marvels I can scarcely describe, and a gloss would neither do them justice, nor convey their impact upon me, but the two which most stand out are:
The old Ottoman rail system which hugged the cliffs round; unimaginably difficult terrain, and what it took to build it then, and,
The ancient -- truly Ancient terraces built on the hillsides, for miles. The lyrics and music of Daydreaming give but a gentle hint of my deep love for that land of my forefathers.
I'm daydreamin'
Where the sycamore grow
I'm daydreamin'
And oh if you knew what it meant to me
Where the air was so clear
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
Anywhere but here
Great mountains remember me
Oh I wound around you for miles
I sat down right there and stretched my bones
And oh if you knew what it meant to me
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
You would see, too
Oh the unspeakable things
It's land I can see for miles
With only the wind whispering
Land I can see for miles
With only the wind whispering
Oh land I can see for miles
With only the wind whispering
Oh I'd run as fast as I can
The land I can see for miles
Oh I'm searching
With only the wind whispering
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
You would see, too
Oh the unspeakable things
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh the unspeakable things
Oh the unspeakable things
Oh the unspeakable things
Well, Love, I just thought I would share that with you.
Missing you terribly,
Kiss,
-K


