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author: radiohotline <radiohotline@disroot.org> 2026-02-17 14:44:55 +0300
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+<!DOCTYPE HTML>
+<html>
+<head>
+    <title>Muse Ariadne</title>
+    <meta charset="unicode">
+    <style>
+        #bgcen {
+            position: relative;
+            top: 50%;
+            transform: translateY(100%);
+            z-index: -1;
+            overflow: hidden;
+            background-color: #ebdece; width: 100%; height: 30vh;
+        }
+
+        .scroll {
+            overflow: auto; 
+            position: absolute;
+            font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;
+        }
+
+        @font-face {
+            font-family: punktype;
+            src: url('fonts/punktype.ttf');
+        }
+
+        @font-face {
+            font-family: asilaydying;
+            src: url('fonts/asilaydying.ttf');
+        }
+
+        @font-face {
+            font-family: radio;
+            src: url('fonts/RadiosHandwriting-Regular.ttf');
+        }
+
+        @font-face {
+            font-family: cutout;
+            src: url('fonts/cutout.ttf');
+        }
+
+        @font-face {
+            font-family: clouds;
+            src: url('fonts/blackclouds.ttf');
+        }
+        
+        @font-face {
+            font-family: Amiri;
+            src: url('fonts/Amiri.ttf');
+        }
+
+        a {
+            color: #8F2037;
+        }
+
+        a:active {
+            color: red;
+        }
+
+    </style>
+</head>
+<body style="background-color: #7f1835">
+    <div id="bgcen">
+    </div>
+    <img alt="" src="muse/notebook.png" style="height: 800px; transform: translateY(-30%);">
+    <div class="scroll" style="height:600px; width:400px; top:180px; left:180px; line-height: 1.5;">
+        <p>Echo - March 1st, 2024</p>
+        <p>
+            For echo to sound, there must be few in a vast space. For echo to sound, you alone must be enclosed by the reflective walls. For echo to sound...
+            <br><br>
+            Your mind must have heard so little from itself that, to pump its bubbles up the waters that surround you, it will fling every old thought at its walls, letting each of them reverberate endlessly. Echoes are never new. 
+            <br><br>
+            Huddled up in company, voices other than your own take over, but it's often not enough. The mind may still be alone. Long enough time has passed that the echo is all it knows. It will echo only how you've always felt. Remember.
+            <br><br>
+            The acoustic phenomenon, however, can decay.
+            <br><br>
+            Is echo a lost love? Is it a reflection? Is it a reminder?
+        </p>
+    </div>
+
+    <img alt="" src="muse/clip.png" style="height: 800px; transform: translateY(-30%); left:750px">
+    <div class="scroll" style="height:550px; width:425px; top:235px; left:770px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: radio; font-size: 22px;">
+            It is not only the procession of the morose tale.<br>
+            It would suffice to draw an and-the-sun-rose tale.<br><br>
+            
+            But the shattering ensued unnerving neurosis.<br>
+            It shall live on savagely in grim prose, this tale.<br><br>
+            
+            She devoured the primroses and availed herself of love.<br>
+            She remained within the walls and alcoves of the tale.<br><br>
+            
+            A useless torn heart only pumps blood to the wales.<br>
+            The streaks on your skin you rub opened a closed tale.<br><br>
+
+            An injury so powerful it was to the wailing gale.<br>
+            To never disappear: it shut down eyes to the tale.<br>
+        <p style="font-family: 'Amiri', 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 18px;">Sweat of a rose - March 6th, 2024 غزل</p>
+    </div>
+
+    <img alt="" src="muse/looped.png" style="height: 720px; transform: translateY(-32%);">
+    <div style="position: absolute; top: 250px; left: 1360px">
+        <h1 style="font-family: punktype; rotate: 5deg; font-size: 70px; color: #570d22">
+            MUSE<br>ARIADNE
+        </h1>
+        <p style="font-family: serif; rotate: -2deg; font-size: 18px">
+            a digital <a href="https://museariadne.neocities.org/">writing club</a> created by <a href="https://tehuan.neocities.org/">xalli</a>
+        </p>
+	<br>
+	<p style="width: 75%">This page will be reworked. Visit the provisional version <a href="min/muse.html">here</a></p>
+    </div>
+
+    <img alt="" src="muse/craft.png" style="height: 800px; transform: translateY(-30%);">
+    <div class="scroll" style="height:650px; width:400px; top:900px; left:70px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: serif; font-size: 18px;">
+        <p style="text-align: center;">The Mountain Sleeps<br>March 12th, 2024</p>
+        she slept through the wars<br>
+        the turbulent air<br>
+        and how still she was<br>
+        the world didn't know her<br>
+        <p style="text-align: right;">
+            unbekannt, a cave<br>
+            in her heart, abode<br>
+            to beasts that don't crave<br>
+            or vanish abroad<br>
+        </p>
+        unerforscht feeling<br>
+        undeutlich divide<br>
+        and moss covering<br>
+        her back and behind<br>      
+        <p style="text-align: right;">
+            unbeugsam, she stirs<br>
+            brushing one hundred<br>
+            birdsongs, fields of fleurs<br>
+            she was not sundered<br>            
+        </p>
+    </div>
+    
+    <img alt="" src="muse/sheet.png" style="height: 800px; transform: translateY(-30%);">
+    <div class="scroll" style="height:650px; width:400px; top:900px; left:640px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: serif; font-size: 18px;">
+        <p style="text-align: center;">Silent - April 14th, 2024</p>
+        <br><br><br><br><br>
+        <p style="text-align: center">dread</p>
+        <p style="text-align: center">an empty home</p>
+    </div>
+
+    <img alt="" src="muse/paper4.png" style="width: 600px; transform: translateY(-30%);">
+    <div class="scroll" style="width: 470px; left: 1190px; top: 900px; font-family: radio; font-size: 18pt">
+        <p>Untitled - April 17th</p>
+        <!--glisten, slow, starlight, fruit, molten, calm-->
+        <p>I had a dream that I got the nicest pair of binoculars.</p>
+        <p>Instead of showing me what's further, it showed me what's above or below.</p>
+        <p>I held the copper cast tool to my eyes and set towards the undertow.</p>
+        
+        <p>This world, it glistened and glowed. The trees swayed and laughed above.</p>
+        <p>The starlight fell and condensed into their fruit, and the starfruits melted into light.</p>
+        <p>The molten cream, so sweet, brightened the mind and the view, casting the shadows of yore.</p>
+        
+        <p>It carried it with it all this time, and with me I carry my eyes to see it.</p>
+        <p>The pink beach, the calm blue waves, the dark night sky, they move</p>
+        <p>ever so slowly, and they glow, effervescent.</p>
+    </div>
+</body>
+</html>
author	radiohotline <radiohotline@disroot.org>	2026-02-17 14:44:55 +0300
committer	radiohotline <radiohotline@disroot.org>	2026-02-17 14:44:55 +0300
commit	435aeb674198769b61b0ee8d82f85a108bacf49e (patch)
tree	2c87322d81130062e62afc04a22ef1e664a4622c /min/oldmuse.html