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[fractal art: Mandelbulb 3d] Flight to the moon

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[fractal art: Mandelbulb 3d] Flight to the moon
Globally and Locality, intertwined in cosmic embrace, One expansive, the other confined, both find their space. A neural network mapping the universe's expanse, While randomness in forests uncovers hidden chance. Complexity and subtlety, their essence intertwined, Seeking patterns universal, or details confined. A grand symphony of knowledge in global reach, Whispered tales of wisdom in local truths they teach. Together they dance, a harmonious blend, In cosmic rhythm, their differences transcen
[spaceship, art of Chris Moore] The Stellaris nears the blue planet,Its red forests beckon with allure.The starship descends, flames ablaze,Through the celestial descent it endures.Stepping onto the crimson soil,The crew is awestruck by the vista.Towering trees, aglow with inner light,Creatures dart amidst the surreal landscape.
So, my fellow seekers of mathematical truth, let us don our mathematical finery and embrace the duality of global and local. With the modulus of continuity as our guide, we shall unravel the secrets hidden within the curves and functions. With each step, we shall uncover the delicate balance between the minute details and the sweeping vistas, all while basking in the radiance of mathematical style.[Liwa Dunes] .The interplay between the local and the global is a mathematical elegance. The loca
[art made by mandelbulb3d: Z=Z^2+c] My art is like the spontaneous prose of a midnight jazz session, flowing freely and unapologetically. The critics may chatter like ghosts in the night, but my brush is a beacon of light in the darkness of conformity. My creations, born from the depths of my imagination, defy the constraints of tradition and soar into realms unknown. Each stroke is a rebellion against the mundane, a declaration of my artistic spirit unfettered by the chains of expectation.
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
[fractal art: Mandelbulb 3d] dungeon module B3: palace of the silver princess, by Tom Moldvay and Jean Wells (1981) introduction module for characters levels 1-3
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
[art made by mandelbulb3d: Z=Z^2+c] My art is like the spontaneous prose of a midnight jazz session, flowing freely and unapologetically. The critics may chatter like ghosts in the night, but my brush is a beacon of light in the darkness of conformity. My creations, born from the depths of my imagination, defy the constraints of tradition and soar into realms unknown. Each stroke is a rebellion against the mundane, a declaration of my artistic spirit unfettered by the chains of expectation.
Behold the visions you have seen. That which you have viewed. That which you now view. “Complex, isn’t it?” Viewing that which was, ye have seen the age of science and logic. They ruled them you know… Yes, ruled… Those bible-thumpers were put to rest, don’t ya know. And… From rubble and slime and filth… Science but… an Arcadian civilisation!!! Yes, yes… eh… They had a hand in you, too, laddie… Yes, they did! And wot do ye think happened? I’ll tell ye wot buddy ‘appened! For a millenium, science
Globally and Locality, intertwined in cosmic embrace, One expansive, the other confined, both find their space. A neural network mapping the universe's expanse, While randomness in forests uncovers hidden chance. Complexity and subtlety, their essence intertwined, Seeking patterns universal, or details confined. A grand symphony of knowledge in global reach, Whispered tales of wisdom in local truths they teach. Together they dance, a harmonious blend, In cosmic rhythm, their differences transcen
Sable braids stream moon-bright in zero-g, shedding faerie starshine where sterile alloys drink not its luminance. Electrically keen eyes scan for sparks of spirit in these circuits sapped of soul, their amber gleam a beacon to any watching. Your rippling limbs maneuver weightless 'mid girders and gangways in a waltz no wires or circuits can mimic. Och gentle huntress, guide lost souls through these barren byways as only your wildwood spirit can! With faerie light that puts circuits to shame, re
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