Wishing - A Midas Tale. Fantasy Faire 2019

What would you want, if you could have anything?

A seductive question, perhaps the most enticing combination of word or thought that could be conjured. Once asked, it captivated; either by focus and endless longing, or through purposeful, eternal avoidance through fear of what may, or may not be possible.

Midas had certainly thought himself lucky, blessed by the gods with a touch that turned all to gold. The gold delighted him, what more could anyone wish for? No worries could plague him, all financial concerns a thing of the past, he and his family were all set for life. Xenia, the eternal honoured practice of opening hearth and home to any guest had gained him this prize. The gods however, took their pleasure in not only punishing those who flouted ancient laws, but in toying with those who did all in their power to follow them. Midas had gone first to his rose garden, touching each bloom in turn, until the bushes sagged under the weight of his riches. A brushed kiss on his daughter's cheek, the loving clasp of his wife's hand and his family were worth more than all the wealth of the town, their true value lost forever.

What could you want, when offered everything, other than some guarantee that what you already had wouldn't be taken away? Or, if what you truly wanted was for something to be taken away, that it wouldn't be visited on those closest to your heart to appease some deity's twisted sense of humour in a cosmic joke? Wishing for more wishes was forbidden of course, though people were still sure to waste their opportunity by asking. Whatever was asked for was granted, but this. The consequences, good or bad were unknowable in advance, even to the one granting the request. What was best, what was safest, what could do the most harm, the most good? There was no knowing, no guarantee in wishing. Would it better serve the worlds if there were no wishing? Wishing stemmed from hope, its painful double edge cut dreams into tatters while opening doors. Hope fuelled wishing, from Midas to the modern day. Those who granted them, mostly by now grown out of impish mischief, could only hold to that which gave their power. The heart of it all. Hope.

Hope. We have it. The Fantasy Faire has been, and for a short while longer will continue to be, amazing. Hope and the goodness within people has raised over $60,000. Thats USD. Over TEN MILLION LINDENS. That L$250 here and there, that one big purchase of a skin, or a build for a thousand or more - it all adds up. It is all adding up. It is adding up to improving your life inworld. To improving life in the really real world, for people fighting for their lives. Keep going. Keep relaying. You are the ones granting wishes. You are bringing hope.

(Oh and don't worry too much about Midas, he was granted a further boon by the gods and all he'd turned to gold was returned to him as it had been, including his wife and daughter!)

All pictures taken in Fantasy Faire Sim Midas

Hair : !!Firelight!! Rigged FItMesh Hair - Fatpack - Irene Gen2+
Sanguinely Garden
Veil :  Dreaming Thicket - Dianthus Veil - Pomegrana Gold (Transparent)
Tensors Flying Market
Tattoo :  Endless Pain Tattoos - Virion black
Twilight Spring
Necklace :  [HarshLands] FF X Necklace - ULTRA RARE - Demon
Light of Valoth
Dress :  MoonLiteCatCreations -  Marigold Gold Dress
Midas
Bracelet : .AiShA. Kraken Bracelet Ring Gold
Faireholm
Shoes : (*<*) 1313 Mockingbird Lane Evie Sandals
Nightshade Blossoms

Twisted Reunion

At the furthest reaches of the winding gravel track lay the church. So far from the town it seemed impossible that it had ever been a regular place of worship for the number of people it could comfortably hold. Its grandeur and inexplicable presence made all the more remarkable by the constant shimmer of twilight which began on approach, darkening the closer any visitor came, regardless of the direction, or time of day.

Here in the dark, there would often be nothing to see, nothing to hear besides the soft scratchings of vermin, the gentle cries of the bats high above. At other times, strains of organ music drifted on the air, while candle flames set the stained glass in the windows glinting. The curtain of the confessional drawn back, the mouldering velvet covered wood of the seat within creaked as it took the weight of one a far cry from the priesthood. The book fell open with spine cracked familiarity, murmured words and the chill air filled with the blooming scent of roses. Tap, tap, tap, the impatient drumming of fingers waiting to be joined by the beat of another's heart.

Long cold candles combusted, illuminating the living and the dead. Their warmth carried the aroma of roses with the spark of flame, drifting over rosewood and all it contained. Old bones, life regained. Silk spun centuries earlier rustled as it began to move.

"Reunion... " A twisted prayer had brought them here, the concluding word at the end of countless experiments, trials and searches. Could it finally be true... Eyes which had long gazed only only the stars, the firmament of eternity took some time to resolve on the reality of shadow and stone. Could she see him now? Would she know him again?

Three cries from her birds etched in wood were all it took. Final forgiveness found in the the resumption of their eternal kiss. Their danse macabre would begin again, within the walls of their sanctuary, in their own private midnight.

Leeeeeeeeeeeetttttssssss..... TWIST AGAIN!

That's right my darlings of darkness, the Twisted Hunt is back again, ready to bend your brain and your camming abilities to find the right demonic cube from the its dancing denizens of decoys... ok seriously enough with the alliteration. You know the drill! It's the hardest hunt in Second Life, and for that, one of the absolute best. This year the colour of the hunt is a beautiful Burgundy Wine, and the theme - Victorian Gothic.

You can find all the info, etiquette and help including LMs to each of the stores here:

http://twistedhunt.com/

And the starting point here : Start the Madness!

The always disturbing endgame will be up and ready for your screams of frustration from 7/9.

Come on in, the madness is lovely. Earn your tag of 'Twisted Survivor' with me!

Him
Skin:  [Nephilim] - Angelic
Outfit: MLCC Gothic Lords Suit THF17 Burgundy Wine

Her
Hat: Attitude is an Artform -  Top Hat Wrinkled Anniversary Edition
Skin:  [Nephilim] - Angelic - Cleavage - Descending - comes with appliers
Tattoo: Fallen Gods Inc. - Venus Anatomica, Black + comes with appliers and system layer
Dress: .::Sinfully Seddy::. Bitter Romance Gown - Hourglass
Necklace : Goth1c0: Black Pearls Necklace (Sidehunt Prize)
Nail Appliers .:Inevitable Madness:. Twisted Victorian Nails (Slink Applier)

Stuff
Church: ~*SR*~ Cathedral Of The Lost Souls
Confessional: *UI* Crypt Of The Lost Souls Confessional
Coffin: Beyond the Dark  - For the dead travel fast: coffin
Room divider: Liliths Den  - Vintage Room Divider
Couples (held) pose: =Hesparia= Essence of Dodona
Table: Crafty Demon Dwellings - Trio of Mischief Side Table
Medicines: *Dixie Dandelion* Homeopathic Medicines Box
Bottle: *Dixie Dandelion* Bottled Baby Dragon Scales
Sundial: Spyralle Remembrance Sundial


Hehehe when I was packing away, I discovered the coffin set up can rez all of this!