Part 6: 🦾🐚As they swim through a narrow tunnel, a massive boulder shifts above them. Ren's quick thinking saves them, but the boulder blocks their path. Using his tail, Ren attempts to move the boulder, but it barely budges. Exhausted and frustrated, he wants to give up. 💔 #ObstaclesAbound
Part 7: Luminescent Coral Polyps 🌿💡 Just when all seems lost, Ren notices a peculiar coral formation pulsating with a soft, mesmerizing light. As he approaches, the coral polyps suddenly extend, creating a glowing pathway through the dark tunnel. The polyps sway gently in the current, as if beckoning Ren to follow their lead. Ren's mother, recognizing the coral's unusual behavior as a sign of hope, encourages him to trust in the guidance of the ocean. With renewed determination, Ren pushes forward, and the boulder slowly moves, revealing a hidden path. 💪 #GlimmerOfHope
Part 8: 🌋💥As they continue their journey, the group encounters a sudden underwater volcanic eruption. Scalding steam and ash fill the water, obscuring their vision. Ren, relying on his instincts, guides his family through the murky depths, narrowly escaping the burning debris. 😰 #NaturalDisaster
Part 1: 🦊🎨
In a vibrant underwater world, Renard (or Ren for short), the sea fox, is born into a family of legendary artists. Despite having no limbs, he dreams of creating masterpieces. But his attempts to paint with his tail and teeth are met with laughter and mockery. Feeling defeated, Ren abandons his dreams, just like everyone abandoned him. 💔
Grammar+fine tuning ☺️🤭🙂❤️
Once upon a time, in an enchanted kingdom, there was a mosquito that carried West Nile fever. This mosquito bit a wealthy man and a poor one, a Jew and an Arab, a white person and a black person, women and men, heterosexual cisgender and LGBTQ+ individuals. The story tells how people created protective barriers and divisions between themselves, but nature, in the form of the mosquito, pierced through these barriers and showed how easily something from each of them could seep into the other, revealing how arbitrary and temporary all these defenses and boundaries truly were.
The king of the kingdom ordered the mosquito to be locked in a golden cage and asked the wisest person in the kingdom, a little girl who understood the language of all animals, to talk to the mosquito. The girl listened to the mosquito's story and told the king the moral lesson that the mosquito had taught. Instead of punishing the mosquito, they made it an important minister in the kingdom. The royal physician healed the mosquito, and the kingdom's scientists transformed it into a beautiful prince.
The prince married the girl when she became old enough. She was the only one who saw the wisdom in the simple mosquito that had only come to sting. To everyone's surprise, as they did not know enough about science, it turned out that the mosquito was actually female. So, the wise girl ended up marrying a mosquito princess who loved to wear princes' clothes. The two of them lived happily ever after, a bit distanced from all other humans who were unwilling to give up the barriers and divisions that separated them.
When the people discovered that the mosquito was female and had married a woman, they wanted to punish her. However, the girl, who was once a wise child, ran away with the mosquito princess to the mountains. There, they lived happily, far from people's eyes and the fears that drove society. They listened to animals, studied life principles with them, trying to deeply understand their languages. Over the years, they published scientific papers that were meant to bring human society closer to their compassionate worldview, which looked broadly at life as one intertwined woven fabric.
i stole this from twitter
(via "Embracing all the inner parts" Magnet for Sale by Queueka)
(via "Anubis is singing to fox cub" Magnet for Sale by Queueka)
In our humanity most traumatized usually most traumatize. Look at all the traumatized nations of the world - the more you are a victim and a witness the more you are traumatized. The more you get used to traumas - you less pay attention to pain of others, and even for you pain. This leads to more and more mutual pain. The only way for healing to our society is to heal our collective ptsd. It is hard, because that means meeting the dark sides of our own. Thatmeans healing and meeting our wounds by daring to feel all the spectrum of emotions. Otherwise too traumatized souls will seek only more and more power, ravange and destruction. Because when our soul feels powerless destructed and madly insulted... We might cast it on the next in line. Our responsibility is to be the change we want to see. To not assume we are good people just because of anything... Rather to look with highest credibility and honest authenticity and find all those parts in ourselves. Through the healing of individuals societies heal. Be part of this process with me, let's take personal responsibility ❤️
(via "Anubis is singing to fox cub" Magnet for Sale by Queueka)
That is right, the flag of the AI messed up. In such sensitive topics, I should be super accurate and precise. My intention of solidarity can't be enough if my messages come across as hurtful or painful. I take responsibility for being unable to express my hope for peace and prosperity both for Jews and for Arabs. I love people of every kind. And I'm so sad that I can't protect the most innocent of all - the children. The mistake was the comparisons, and the focus on justice at any cost - but in fact, it is not a zero-sum game. It is a total sum, a total sum of the same land where so much human blood has been shed during a prolonged period. I don't want to blame, I just want to acknowledge the universal human pain. The grief, the insanity, the horror. I have seen and heard too much pain, various disastrous assaults… And all I feel is powerless, sad, and hopeful that we will choose another path. With the help and support of the world, that will help us find compassion in ourselves and each other. I pray for the day our world will know no more wars, assaults, and apathy to pain. Because trauma is never erased; if not healed, it always passes forward. I am extremely thankful for the insights of the peace activist Thích Nhất Hạnh (RIP) and his followers who have opened my eyes and opened my heart to seeking connection, love, and compassion. I have a long way to go to be a better person, but I firmly believe in the human right of Arabs and Jews to have a place where each can live a secure and respectful life in harmony and connection ♥️🙏
hey @staff how about you stop nuking palestinian and transfems’ blogs and stop advocating for israel?
i am disgusted that this was approved for blaze, meanwhile palestinian and transfem bloggers are getting taken down right and left. the palestine flag isn’t even correct on the child on the left
peace in palestine will only come when palestine is free.
also @queka-store shame on you for profiting off of genocide.
Open minded old school & digital artist, ai lover and seller. Sencire believer in humanity and people
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